Nongmen Spring: Hot lady flirting with foolish husband

Chapter 58 The Embroidery Workshop 5
Mrs. Zhou didn't intend to take the embroidery back home, but after thinking about it, there are still seven or eight days before the crops are harvested. A penny is a penny. Isn't money accumulated bit by bit?

Seeing Mrs. Lin asking Mrs. Zhao, she changed her mind temporarily, and took another twenty squares of handkerchiefs and thirty nets.

Mrs. Zhao thought for a while. It was her first time doing embroidery work. It was not advisable to take too much, so she thought that a handkerchief of [-] square meters would be enough for [-] purses. It will also take a lot of time, so I am not ready to take it for the time being.

"Mrs. Zhao is very skilled in embroidery. I have a batch of silk handkerchiefs in my shop that need to be embroidered with patterns. I wonder if Mrs. Zhao has the ability to take over this batch of work?" Mrs. Lin is interested in Mrs. Zhao's extraordinary embroidery skills, he asked.

Mrs. Zhou was even more surprised. The embroidery products outside Caiyun Embroidery Workshop never included silk and satin items. Even purses were not considered very good satin. Lady Lin offered to ask Mrs. Zhao to embroider a silk handkerchief.

Mrs. Zhao didn't think there was any problem, so she agreed, "That's okay, but the material is different. I just don't know how many silk handkerchiefs Mrs. Lin has? There are too many little women, but they dare not accept it." .

"There are more than a hundred of them, do you think they can be finished?" Mrs. Lin frowned and asked, the number is not small. It would take at least a few days for Mrs. Zhao to finish the embroidery by herself. I don't know what happened to Mrs. Zhao. statement.

Hundreds of silk handkerchiefs can't be embroidered well in a day or two. Mrs. Zhao is also a little embarrassed. Jiang Wen is even more reluctant to bear Mrs. Zhao's overwork. Eyes are tired.

"Aunt Lin, this is a bit too much. My mother is not suitable for hard work, and I am afraid she is not competent. If Mrs. Lin is willing to separate these, my mother should be able to embroider some of them. Do you think it is possible?" Jiang Wen asked.

Mrs. Lin thought about it. Originally, this silk handkerchief was to be embroidered by the embroiderer in the embroidery workshop, but she was moved when she saw that Zhao's embroidery skills were even more exquisite than the embroiderer.The left and right batches of silk handkerchiefs were not particularly anxious, and it would be no problem to dismantle the embroidery, so they agreed.

Mrs. Zhao made a new plan, she stopped embroidering the purse, and went straight to embroidering the handkerchief, and brought back fifty square handkerchiefs. It was about a little more compact, and the embroidery could be finished in more than half a month. Lady Lin agreed and delivered it. Embroidery pattern and thread of Zhao's handkerchief.

"Silk handkerchiefs are embroidered with eight Wen per square, and this is a total of fifty square handkerchiefs, four hundred Wen. Next time Mrs. Zhao brings these handkerchiefs to my shop to deliver, but I will pay you later." , Mrs. Lin packed fifty square handkerchiefs and handed them to Mrs. Zhao.

Coming out of Caiyun Embroidery Workshop, Fu Hui admired Mrs. Zhao very much. She thought that even though she could embroider now, her craftsmanship was still not as good as that of her mother. Allow yourself to make a net, even if you embroider one occasionally, when you get it to the embroidery workshop, it is also unqualified.

Look at Aunt Jiang's embroidering skills so well that even Mrs. Lin is willing to praise her, and she can embroider silk handkerchiefs, which cost three times more than the ordinary handkerchiefs my mother embroiders. I am really envious.

"Auntie, can you teach me how to embroider when you go back? Your embroidery is so good, better than my mother's. I want to learn too."

Fu Hui asked nervously, wondering if Wen Er's mother would agree, after all, he had neither discussed with mother nor asked her thoughts, and embroidery is a skill that ordinary people would not easily spread to the outside world. After hearing this, Fu Hui felt a little impulsive, and suddenly felt a little depressed.

(End of this chapter)