"Daddy, I love this dress!"

Miss Ying'er made no secret of her love for cheongsam.

is different from the jade carving that Huang Dalang gave before, the cheongsam in front of her is what Miss Ying'er really likes!

"It's delicate and soft to the touch, it's very interesting, I don't know what it's made of?" Miss Ying'er was overjoyed, and her tone towards Qin Zhen became much gentler.

"It's hemp grass." Qin Zhen didn't hide it either.

"Hemp?" Hearing this, Miss Ying'er was a little surprised.

Hemp grass is always coarse, and the clothes made are very hand-cut, and generally only poor people will use hemp grass to make clothes; Figures with heads and faces like them usually choose the more expensive snow silk.

This also leads to the fact that, in the eyes of many celebrities, hemp grass is low, a lowly thing that only poor people can use!

"Okay, you Qin Zhen, you actually used clothes made of hemp to humiliate Miss Ying'er!" Huang Dalang, who had been silent for a long time, finally found an opportunity to jump out: "Miss Ying'er's daughter's body, how can she be dressed in something as lowly as hemp grass?" I think you're intended! ”

"There is no difference between expensive and low, easy to use is good thing!" Qin Zhen retorted mercilessly: "I have heard that your Huang family's craftsmanship in making fabrics is exquisite, and they all use noble silk, why don't you make beautiful clothes?" ”

"That's because our Huang family only makes high-end products! Don't look down on lowly hemp grass! Huang Dalang sneered: "People are distinguished from each other, and things are naturally distinguished from each other. ”

"That's true!" The Offshore City Lord nodded slightly.

The feudal class is strict, as the so-called Zhumen to Zhumen, bamboo to Zhumen, is the case.

Dignitaries and nobles can wear gorgeous clothes and brocades, while the people at the bottom can only be wrapped in sackcloth.

This is the world's accustomed secular concept.

It's not something that Qin Zhen can change with his words and deeds.

Qin Zhen didn't sjust sneer, but took a step back and said to Miss Ying'er.

"Miss Ying'er doesn't know, this cheongsam is just a sample, and when the grass people buy enough snow silk, they can make snow silk clothes, and the cheongsam made at that time will definitely be even more amazing than today."

"Really?!"

Miss Ying'er, who was still feeling a little pity because this cheongsam was made of hemp, immediately lit up when she heard this.

Even the most ordinary hemp grass can make such delicate clothes, if snow silk is used, wouldn't it be a higher level?

She hurriedly said.

"That's it! When you get snow silk, you'll be the first to make me a dress!" ”

"Yes." Qin Zhen promised.

The coastal city lord on the side coughed a few times, only to feel that the clothes on his body were simply rubbish! If you can let Qin Zhen help you make a dress for yourself, let alone how long your face will be when you wear it! You can definitely envy those old guys to death!

But after all, he is the lord of a city, and he wants to speak but is embarrassed.

Chen was about to come to something, and immediately reminded Qin Zhen: "Brother Qin, you can also make me a body!" ”

Qin Zhen immediately understood the meaning of Chen Kuai's words and hurriedly said.

"That's nature! Not only Lord Chen has it, but the grass people also want to make a few clothes for the city lord, I don't know what the city lord wants? ”

"Daddy, those clothes of yours are ugly! Hurry up and ask Qin Zhen to make you new clothes! Miss Ying'er pouted in disgust.

"Since Ying'er has said so, then the official will allow you to do this errand." The Offshore City Lord patted Qin Zhen on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement: "Remember, this official's clothes should not be too fancy, but be steady." ”

"The grass people understand!"

Qin Zhen breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then he was ecstatic.

He knows that today's golden signboard of the small fishing village can be regarded as completely typed!

Even the lord of the coastal city named Qin Zhen to make clothes, and it is conceivable that it will not be long before the name of the cheongsam of the small fishing village will spread to the entire Jiangnan!

In this regard, although Huang Dalang still maintained a kind smile on his face, he already hated Qin Zhen to death in his heart!

He Qin Zhen is famous, what should the Huang family do?

The fabric business is the root of the Huang family, how can we tolerate others meddling?

But now that Qin Zhen is in the limelight, Huang Dalang really can't think of any good way to suppress Qin Zhen for a while.

At this moment, the two literati, one green and one white, jumped out again.

"Qin Zhen, I didn't expect you to make such a good sentence, it's admirable! It is a beautiful day, Xiaosheng is not talented, and I dare to ask you for advice, just to meet friends with poetry, how about a grudge? ”

The two of them just wanted to find an opportunity to make Qin Zhen deflated, and that ancient poem just gave them a reason.

Qin Zhen was thinking about a few cloth shops in the coastal city.

The white-clothed scholar came close to his face.

"Who are you?" Qin Zhen asked with a blank eye.

"In Nangong Yuan, Xia Pi County." The white-clothed scholar said proudly, as if he had reported a very bad name.

"Tang Xuan." The green-clothed literati continued.

"I haven't heard of it." Qin Zhen shook his head: "Let me repeat again, that poem was indeed not written by me; In addition, I have no interest in comparing poetry with you, let alone meeting you. ”

"You haven't even heard my name?" Nangong Yuan was dumbfounded.

That gaze, as if looking at a primitive person.

Qin Zhen looked inexplicable, is the name Nangong Yuan famous?

Chen Kuai explained in a low voice: "The surname Nangong has a lot of weight among the Jiangnan scholars, and this Nangong is far from the leader of Jiangnan literati, known as the little poet fairy; And that Tang Xuan is the person who lifted the Jiangnan Provincial Imperial Examination Township Examination this year. ”

Hearing this, Qin Zhen's face was silent, but he was quite shocked in his heart.

What is surprising is that this Nangong Yuan is really shameless, and he dares to call himself a little poet immortal?

Just your few green onions, are you also worthy of comparing with Li Bai?

Arrogant!

Qin Zhen wanted to refuse, but he only heard the Offshore City Lord stroking his beard and laughing.

"Now that the literati of Jiangnan gather in Baiyang Building, if there are talented and beautiful people who meet friends with poems, it is not an elegant thing to spread out!"

The lord of the coastal city is also a literati, so he naturally likes to hear about it.

At the same time, he was also a little concerned, after all, the sentence "Flying down three thousand feet, suspected to be the Milky Way falling for nine days" is too amazing, but there is no such person as Li Bai in the book! Not surprisingly, this poem is very likely to come from Qin Zhen's mouth, but Qin Zhen is young, how can he make such elegant and unruly verses?

He also wanted to see if Qin Zhen had ink in his stomach.

Without waiting for Qin Zhen to speak, Huang Dalang immediately jumped out.

"Qin Zhen, don't you look down on these two talents?"

Tang Xuan's face was calm: "Qin Zhen, being too humble, it's a little too disrespectful!" ”

Qin Zhen's heart did not fluctuate, and he even wanted to laugh.

If you are good, why do you have to be abused?

"In that case, then it's up to you, you can ask whatever you want, and I can do it."

When he said this, Qin Zhen's face was full of helplessness, and there was a sense that you would go up together and I would be in a hurry.

At this time, not only Nangong Yuan and Tang Xuan couldn't bear it, but the literati and artists present also felt that Qin Zhen was arrogant!

Tang Xuan endured his anger and said.

"In this case, today happens to be Miss Ying'er's birthday, so let's compose a poem with the theme of beauty, and invite everyone here to enjoy it, how about it?"