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A needle, a thread, a silk.

Gives you a lifelike, colorful world.

Suzhou embroidery, Hunan embroidery, Shu embroidery, Guangdong embroidery, each is different, and each is beautiful.

With a pair of skillful hands of the embroidery girl, she embroidered a picturesque world.

Suzhou's embroidery is as thin as paper.

The embroidered girls in Suzhou are as beautiful as flowers.

Sioux City is elegant, the water is not deep, but it is clear, and the mountains are not high, but it is beautiful.

Among the green mountains and green waters, there are many villages scattered around.

Almost every village has an embroidery workshop.

The beautiful embroidery girls are hidden in these embroidery workshops.

Sometimes it's quiet, sometimes it's warblers, who can guess what the girls think?

Among the countless embroidery girls, there is one person who is the most famous.

Every cloth shop rushed to order her embroidery work.

Not only is she the most beautiful embroiderer, but she also grows mulberry, raises silkworms, spins silk, and weaves silk.

No one has ever seen her face, because she is always in hiding, and she relies on her mulberry pickers to negotiate business.

There are always people who ask the mulberry girl about the appearance of the embroidery girl, and the mulberry girl will proudly say that the girl is a fairy, how can the fairy easily see people?

Everyone believed in this sentence, because her embroidery was so beautiful that only a fairy could embroider such a beautiful work.

Everyone believed that the girl must be beautiful because she was a fairy.

The fairy has a kind heart, as long as there is a bride to marry, she is willing to embroider colorful wedding dresses for them, and she does not take a penny.

The wedding dress she embroidered is the most beautiful in the world.

Even the princess's wedding dress had to be embroidered by her.

She is already a legend in the mouths of all brides.

Her name is Yan Xiaomei.

The mulberry picker who followed her never said her name, and she asked others to call her the mulberry picker, which she said she liked.

The mulberry picker girl is very slender, and when she walks, she is like a butterfly that wants to fly.

If you only look at her back, she is a dustless fairy.

Unfortunately, her appearance is not beautiful, and her left eye is blue, so she always likes to wear a headscarf.

Her headscarf is very beautiful, it was embroidered to her by Yan Xiaomei.

A breeze rose.

The mulberry picker girl is very happy today, she has just handed over the embroidery work of the embroidery girl to the largest cloth shop in Suzhou city, and the owner of the cloth shop confessed to the account office to give her a few extra money, saying that it was for the mulberry picker to buy rouge.

The mulberry girl went to the boudoir to buy rouge, and she also went to the study to buy some colored ink, because she was going to see Shi Xiucai.

Shi Xiucai's parents died early, and the money from the sale of the house was spent by him to study.

I didn't get into the exam, I didn't succeed as an official, so I could only make a living by selling words and paintings on the roadside.

The mulberry girl is Shi Xiucai's biggest financier, because Shi Xiucai painted embroidery pieces for the embroidery girl.

The mulberry girl came from a distance, curling Tingting's gait.

Shi Xiucai saw it early, and hurriedly took out the embroidered picture scroll.

When he stepped out of the stall, the mulberry picker girl happened to stand closer.

"This is what the girl wants, and it looks like it's done. ”

He handed the scroll to her, a little cramped, because it was time to ask for money next.

The literati are high-minded, and they are the least good at talking about money, because when they ask for money, they always feel like they are begging.

Selling words and paintings on the roadside, and writing letters on behalf of the owner of the money, all depend on the price given by the owner at will.

Although Shi Xiucai also lived a poor life, he never collected money when he wrote letters and couplets for the poor.

Receiving the sample scroll in her hand, the mulberry girl didn't look at it, and smiled at Shi Xiucai: "What's the matter?

"Miss, sit down. ”

Shi Xiucai brought a stool and dusted off the floating dust with his sleeve.

He took out the pot again and poured a glass of water for the mulberry picker.

Seeing the nervous look on his way of carrying water, the mulberry picker smirked.

Tingting sat down, put the scroll on his stall, and then took his clear water.

"You sit too. ”

Shi Xiucai was obedient and sat back in the stall.

Gently drank his water, placed the cup on the ground, and the mulberry picker took out a few boxes of colored ink from her small baggage.

Handing the color ink to Shi Xiucai, the mulberry girl raised her chin and asked, "Xiucai, you judge from your heart, does my girl take care of your business?"

In a word, Xiucai blushed when asked, and could only nod: "Thank you girl, for your help." ”

Approaching him with a little face, he asked softly, "Then do you know why the girl takes care of your business?"

"This ......" Xiucai still bowed his head and still murmured: "Because the girl is a fairy." ”

It's really stupid, can't you understand people's words?

The mulberry girl put away her smile and asked coldly, "Why does the fairy have to take care of you?"

After the rhetorical question, her voice was lazy: "My girl doesn't go out of the embroidery workshop, she doesn't know whose embroidery looks good, it all depends on my mouth to tell her." ”

It turned out that she meant this, and Xiucai immediately understood.

hurriedly bowed and whispered thanks: "Thank you for the thoughtfulness of the Sang Fairy." ”

"Yo, with the girl's light, I've become a fairy. ”

The mulberry picker smiled as nicely as a silver bell.

"However, a word of thanks is not enough. ”

She has never embarrassed me, why today?

Xiucai is silent, let her say.

Seeing that his face was embarrassed, the mulberry girl pursed her lips: "Do you think I'm here to knock you on the bamboo pole?"

If I had money now, I would have given you some of it earlier, so why would I let you see my jokes?

He was still silent, and his face was as heavy as ice.

couldn't bear to look at his embarrassed face anymore, the mulberry girl chuckled, pointed to the colored ink, and said clearly: "If you really want to thank me, just paint me a picture." ”

It turned out to be just a portrait.

Xiucai immediately let go of the depression in his heart and smiled at each other.

I have to say that Xiucai is handsome and smiles beautifully.

"I don't understand what I mean when I see the color ink, who told you to crook me?"

I can't help but tease him and like to see him blush.

Miss teased. ”

Afraid that she would say something that she couldn't resist, Xiucai hurriedly moistened the pen with water and adjusted up the color ink.

The mulberry picker gently took off her turban, not caring about the green sand on her face that passers-by looked at.

The autumn breeze is slow, the green hair falls, a few lines are drawn, and a slender beauty has been vaguely seen.

It's good to finally have a portrait of yourself, which is a creation that only a rich lady can have.

The mulberry girl smiled sweetly and let him look all over his body.

Regardless of the sideways glances of his passers-by, regardless of his worldly vision, he only cares about giving him the most beautiful smile, letting him stay in his pen and in his heart.

He was drawing in meditation, and she was smiling softly.

Between heaven and earth, it seems that there are only two of them left.

When everything is as quiet as water, someone is making trouble, and the person who comes is scraping oil.

Scraping oil is his nickname, which means that he can even scrape the oil that drips on the ground.

The nickname has been called for a long time, and I have forgotten my real name.

Scraping oil is a gangster in Suzhou City.

Relying on the two years of learning boxing and kicking, setting up a bureau to cheat and gamble, inserting willows and touching porcelain, bullying small traders, as long as it is a bad thing that can scrape oil, there is nothing he does not do.

Xiaomin does not see officials, although there are many small businessmen and traders who have been blackmailed by him, but there are not many who have nothing to do with him, they are all small money, and they should all be sent to ask for food.

So he was even more unscrupulous and had a growing appetite.

On this street, the only stall that has not been oiled by him is Shi Xiucai's stall.

Because literati have their own integrity.

Stinky and poor, can't you die with money?

I'll give you some good looks today!

After drinking enough wine, he swayed to Shi Xiucai's stall.