The Peach Blossom Village of the Cat Boss

Chapter 138
After washing his face and wiping it carefully with a towel, Wang Tianyang looked at Li Jiajia seriously.

This little girl who dropped out of junior high school has long black hair, an oval face and narrow eyes.

In addition, she is wearing a very temperamental Chinese-style gown, which looks quite classical at first glance.

Wang Tianyang actually saw the alienated and cold feeling that Li Ziqi showed in the video from her body.

In my memory, Li Ziqi seems to have worked as a DJ in a bar and she also has a grandma.
Li Ziqi's nickname seems to be Li Jiajia?
Thinking of this, Wang Tianyang couldn't help but look at Li Jiajia carefully. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that this person was three points similar to the Li Ziqi in his memory.

Is she really the person in my memory?

No. Li Ziqi's hometown is in Bashu, not Shizhou.

Moreover, Li Ziqi's life experience is also different from this girl.

It's probably just some sort of coincidence.

After Wang Tianyang observed Li Jiajia carefully, he found that she was not the same as the otherworldly rural blogger in his memory.

This Li Jiajia does have a sense of alienation and indifference on the surface, but there is a hint of unruliness in her eyes, and a bit of rebellion in her bones.

To put it bluntly, it is a bit sloppy.

Moreover, she is full of worldliness.

"How about it, as long as you are willing to give me money, I will teach you!"

Wang Tianyang raised his eyebrows and stared deeply at Li Jiajia.

The other party looked very serious with a smile on his face.

He didn't believe that this young girl had learned Li Shuhua's craft.

"How much do you want?"

Li Jiajia took the towel handed back by Wang Tianyang, and rinsed it with the tap for a while, washing the towel clean.

Then she walked up to Li Shuhua, knelt down and helped Li Shuhua wipe his face.

"Uh, 5000 yuan, how about it? 5000 yuan, I will teach you all Li Shuhua's skills, and I promise not to hide anything."

While wiping Li Shuhua's face, she peeked at Wang Tianyang, her tone a little apprehensive.

During the process, Li Shuhua kept moaning and moaning, his mouth was constantly wriggling, and his saliva was overflowing.

Li Jiajia skillfully avoided the saliva, frowning and wiped her face clean again:

"Li Shuhua, I will be angry if you do this again!"

However, Li Shuhua was indifferent to her words, and still used his only strength to fight and spit.

Li Jiajia could only sigh, and wiped it silently over and over again.

This girl is actually quite patient?

Wang Tianyang had some changes to her.

Li Jiajia didn't know Wang Tianyang's psychological activities, and just thought that he didn't speak for a long time because he thought 5000 yuan was too expensive.

She turned her head and looked at Wang Tianyang tiredly:
"Three thousand, okay? Or, how much do you say? You have to give me some money."

Wang Tianyang nodded:
"Okay, three thousand is not expensive, but I have to see if you really know how to make clothes."

"I want to learn this, mainly because I want to publicize our Chinese traditional craftsmanship. It's not okay to mess around."

After listening to Wang Tianyang's last words, Li Jiajia paused for a moment and looked at Wang Tianyang for a long time.

Then she waved to Wang Tianyang, pushed Li Shuhua's chair, and walked straight into the house:

"Come with me."

Only then did Wang Tianyang discover that Li Shuhua's bamboo chair had a few small wheels on it.

This bamboo chair is very ingeniously designed, it can be put away directly when not in use, and it can be used as an ordinary stool without running around.

When in use, pull the gear and then lift the chair up to become a "wheelchair".

This thing is obviously not something that can be bought in the market.

Wang Tianyang silently watched this exquisite "wheelchair", and followed Li Jiajia into the house.

The house is already a little dilapidated, and the sense of poverty and backwardness can be seen everywhere.

Modern equipment such as televisions and washing machines are nonexistent.

All the way from the front to the backyard, Wang Tianyang's vision gradually widened.

Looking at the scene in front of him, he felt his eyes light up.

I saw a large vat in the backyard of this family. I don't know what was soaked in the vat. It was dark in color and exuded a strange smell.

The smell is fragrant but not fragrant, stinky but not stinky, with the sourness and refreshingness of plants, and the rotten smell of corruption.

Beside the big vat, a few hemp ropes were pulled on a bamboo stand, and gauze of various colors was hanging on one of the hemp ropes and swayed in the wind.

A little farther away, there are a few exquisite clothes hanging.

It is very suitable for the clothes of Li Ji Tailor shop that my mother and second aunt said, the style and color are very correct.

As soon as Wang Tianyang entered the backyard, he saw these beautiful cloths and clothes.

In his heart, he immediately settled down.

These are what he wants to show the audience.

They are not just a piece of cloth, a piece of clothing.

They can be called a kind of culture.

"Look, these are the clothes I dyed with plants, and I designed and sewed them myself."

"It's all made of good materials, and I found them out of old cabinets."

Li Jiajia pushed the wheelchair to the bottom of the clothesline and reached out to check the cloth she had dyed.

It was a light blue gauze, this kind of blue is hard to describe. It is different from the bright and eye-catching blue on the market.

It is lively and gorgeous but not dazzling, it is elegant and refined but heavy.

Its color is like a blue sky with a small sun and a beautiful spring.

The sunlight penetrated the gauze and turned into soft light spots and fell to the ground. A piece of the gauze fell from Li Jiajia's hand and danced in the air with the wind.

Time seemed to have stopped, and Wang Tianyang was in a daze for a moment.

Li Shuhua in the wheelchair seemed to be much quieter at this moment.

"This yarn has a nice name. According to Li Shuhua, it is called soft smoke. Because it looks like smoke from a distance. It is said that this yarn is passed from Jiangsu and Zhejiang."

Wang Tianyang nodded fascinatedly:
"The ancients really knew how to choose names."

Then, he looked curiously at the gauze in Li Jiajia's hand:

"I heard that in ancient China, we gave names to every color of cloth. What is the name of this blue color in your hand?"

"You know a lot."

Li Jiajia glanced at Wang Tianyang in surprise, and introduced him one by one.

"The blue in my hand is called Yuguotianqing. The one next to it is called pine green."

"There is also this one, called Yinhong, also called Xiaying."

"The last one is called Qiuxiang."

"These traditional Chinese colors are all dyed with roadside plants and flowers. I think chemical materials will never be able to dye this feeling."

The poetic names popped out of Li Jiajia's mouth one after another, which made Wang Tianyang amazed.

The names of these traditional colors are so vivid and romantic!
Just by hearing the name, one can feel how beautiful this classical color is.

Just by hearing a name, the corresponding color can immediately appear in your mind!
Wang Tianyang walked over, stroking the gauze that was as ethereal as smoke, feeling very excited.

He looked at Li Jiajia with burning eyes:

"Please teach me!"

(End of this chapter)