The young man put down the turtle shell in his hand and looked at the embroidery carefully.

"Sit down and have tea."

Everyone sat down, and in a short time there were two children, and the tea and snacks were ready.

Even a small cup of tea was placed next to the turtle shell.

Yang Zhao was a little surprised by Duanshui Xiaotong's approach, but after a while, he saw the originally black turtle shell emerge with a gray-green head and limbs, stretching out his long neck, and drinking the tea in front of him.

This thing is actually a living thing, this is not a literary play that Yang Zhao thought, this is a pet.

Embroidery is mainly divided into Suzhou embroidery, Hunan embroidery, Shu embroidery and Guangdong embroidery, but there are many other small varieties of embroidery, such as Kaifeng embroidery, Yao embroidery and so on.

This time, Yang Zhao brought a total of more than a dozen pairs of embroidery, all of which were the size of a fan, and the embroideries were all animals, all of which were the craftsmanship of these little bean people in the water pavilion.

Don't look at things, it takes a lot of time.

The young man nodded as he watched.

"That's it, although there are a lot of differences in techniques, but the charm of things is still the same."

"But it's still not enough, I want better, these embroideries are too much about appearance, and the spirit is lacking."

He looked down at the little bean people on the ground.

"The embroidery I want will be embroidered on the sixteen-sided silk and used by the town ship at that time."

Eh, embroidered on the town boat?

Every boat has to set up an artistic photo of itself? What a magical act it is.

Yang Zhao controlled his face, squatted down, and acted as a translator honestly.

The embroiderers listened to her translation, and did not get angry at the fact that someone had picked their work, but gathered around and discussed in a whisper.

"Listening to what he meant, what he wants is actually a table of the inner sketch of Chinese painting."

"It's also simple, find a master who is good at Chinese painting to lay a foundation together, and let's fill in the rest of the flesh and blood."

"Can you show us the embroidery he collects?"

Yang Zhao raised his head and politely translated this sentence.

The young man did not hesitate, and motioned for the boy next to him to go and get something.

After a while, a kang table screen was brought up, attracting everyone's attention at once.

Yang Zhao also turned his gaze, and it was embroidered with a jujube red horse.

With his head held high and his hooves raised, his mane was blown in all directions by the wind, as if it was about to break out of the screen.

She couldn't read the quality of the thing, but she thought the horse's eyes were a little scary.

The beans all gathered around at once and sighed.

"It's truly the craft of a master."

"The technique is also very different from ours now, and the technique used by Pingjin and Poke Sand is also very different from ours."

They were there discussing something that Yang Zhao didn't understand, and they came over and whispered to her for a while.

"We are all relatively young and middle-aged masters who came this time, and the older masters didn't dare to bring them over."

"But we have to see what he wants to embroider, and he may be able to show the spirit of what he says."

"He said he wanted to embroider on the big thread, so did he have any requirements for the embroidery thread?"

Yang Zhao didn't talk nonsense, and directly picked the translation that could be said.

The young man did not trouble them.

"You can find a few more, as long as you find someone well, I can show you the real body at any time."

After going back and forth on this matter, I discussed it for three or four days, and the country was rich and the people were strong enough to find four or five waves of people, and even six or seven people who painted Chinese paintings came over, so that I could find the master who made this nod.

Then they began to discuss things such as the embroidery thread of Da Xu's fabric, although Yang Zhao didn't understand, he also knew that this young man didn't want ordinary silk thread.

The young man took out a box of ten centimeters long and short golden-gray mixed hair balls, this hair balls were soft and shiny and shining with golden light, and Yang Zhao looked at it from the side with a feeling of being targeted by something.

But because of his own body, Little Douren doesn't feel anything about this thing.

They pick up hairballs and put them in front of their eyes, carefully identifying them.

"This thing looks like animal hair."

The young man is very confident, "Yes, this is what I have saved over the past few hundred years, and since I want to embroider myself, of course I need to use my own hair to look better." ”

Although Xiaodouren knew that the young man in front of him might not be human, he didn't expect the other party to admit it generously.

"You're trying to put these things on the embroidery thread?"

"Yes."

Although this method sounds a little unreliable, the beans still discuss how to add this hair to the embroidery.

In the next few days, the young man took the little bean man out of Cloud Sky City alone.

Yang Zhao also learned from the rich country and the strong people that he took these little bean people to a desert island to show off his true body.

And she was on her way to Laiyuan Mansion City.

Now that the personnel have been set and the translator has also come to the special little bean people, Yang Zhao entrusted these little bean people to Zhang Shibin, and he seized the time to come back to Laiyuan Mansion City.

The young man asked for more embroidery, and Yang Zhao didn't waste that much time there.

When she arrived in Laiyuan Mansion City, she directly found Shen Sishen, and a day later, when Shen Sishen prepared all the goods, Shen Sishen took Yang Zhao to a relatively closed square in Laiyuan Mansion City.

At this time, there were piles of goods to be traded in the square, all covered with rags to block the sunlight outside, and it was impossible to see what it was.

And carefully took out the positioning Sinan, staring at it without blinking his eyes and putting it into a small box in the square.

This formation has a great attraction for her now, as soon as she steps inside, she can understand her homesickness, and she can see her parents.

The people in the square retreated to a corner, and then the formation was activated, and the goods in the entire square disappeared.

More than an hour later, piles of sacks appeared in the square tied with ropes, and the bags read: Chemical Plant No. 4.

The most important thing is that there is a big red flower on each pile of goods.

Shen Sishen waved at the guys behind him.

The guys began to actively count the goods.

Yang Zhao followed the official who managed the shifting formation to locate Sinan, and the heart that was originally hanging was put down.

To be honest, when the formation was activated just now, she wanted to jump to the square and go back with these goods.

Yang Zhao, who was holding Sinan's position, couldn't help but have a little red eyes, like a child who hadn't boarded the train home.

But the facts are not based on her intentions, she still didn't go back after all, she had to guard this positioning Sinan and not hand it over to outsiders.

Shen Sishen's guys were quick with their hands and feet, and after a while, they counted their things and trotted over with a notebook to report.

"The owner, there is no shortage of things, and even half of them are more."

I'll just have one chapter today, and I'll make up the rest in two or three days tomorrow

(End of chapter)