When Mo Fangqin heard Yun Chujiu say this, she still felt a little bottomless in her heart, this plain brocade was obviously a defective product, and anyone with long eyes could see it, why did she become fragrant and sweet? Is this possible?

After lunch, Mo Xiaoting sent someone to send a few plain brocades to Yun Chujiu.

When Mo Fangqin saw it, her heart was half cold!

These plain brocades are not only mottled in color, but also have different patterns on each horse, even if you want to splice them, it is strange that someone buys this rag!

Yun Chujiu's eyes lit up when he looked at these cloths, as if he was looking at gold and silver treasures: "Baby, baby, third sister, these will soon turn into shiny spirit stones! When the time comes, my sister will let you drink soup when she eats meat." ”

The corners of Mo Fangqin's eyes twitched, and she drank the soup, If you don't let me be affected by you, I will be Amitabha!

Yun Chujiu took out a large kitchen knife, cut out a piece of cloth with a click, and then said to Mo Fangqin with a smile: "Third sister, I have given you an important task. ”

Mo Fangqin looked confused: "What task?"

"It's very simple, you just stand still and don't move. ”

After Yun Chujiu finished speaking, he took the piece of cloth and began to draw on Mo Fangqin's body, happy for a while and frowning for a while, as if he was mentally ill.

"Eldest sister, do you still want to make these cloths into clothes and sell them? You told your grandfather that you will sell these cloths within half a month, which is not enough time to make clothes, besides, even if you can finish it, you won't have time to sell it! What's more, can you wear the clothes made of this cloth?" Mo Fangqin felt that Yun Chujiu had bragged about it this time, and it was impossible to sell these cloths.

Yun Chujiu gestured for a long time, and then said to Mo Fangqin: "Third sister, you go play by yourself! I'm going to be busy!"

Although Mo Fangqin was puzzled, she still went out with interest.

Yun Chujiu took out a stack of rice paper, took out a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and began to sketch and draw.

I drew a picture of this product, and I was not satisfied, so I crumpled it into a ball and threw it on the ground.

I drew another one, but I was still not satisfied, so I crumpled it up again and threw it on the ground.

Soon, the ground was littered with paper balls.

At dinner, Mo Fangqin came to find Yun Chujiu, and when she pushed the door, she was startled, only to see that the ground was full of waste paper, and Yun Chujiu was still sketching there.

Mo Fangqin saw a stack of sketches on the table, and couldn't help but pick up one, only to see that the sketches on it were painted with clothes, although it was only a simple sketch with pen and ink, but it was still eye-catching.

She had never seen the style of these clothes before, and was the soil bun going to be cut into a garment made of these plain brocades?

When Mo Fangqin was thinking about it, she heard Yun Chujiu say: "You came over just in time, the words I wrote are so chic and elegant, I am afraid that others will not recognize it, so you will write." ”

Mo Fangqin pursed her lips, chic and elegant? I'm afraid your handwriting is too ugly, right?!

Mo Fangqin took the brush, Yun Chujiu took out a sketch and handed it to her: "This ready-to-wear is made of red cloth, and it is equipped with a white plain shawl, and the material should be light and transparent. ”

Mo Fangqin's mind flashed the pattern of the ready-to-wear clothes, the mottled patterns on the clothes, with the white shawl, the effect should be really good.

Yun Chujiu asked Mo Fangqin to write down the rest of the things that needed to be marked in the draft, and then stretched: "Okay, it's time for dinner." ”