Sang Tianjiao girl is a little sweet

Chapter 172 Are you laughing at me on purpose?

At this time, in a small alley somewhere in the county, the man who had bumped into Hua Qian before said to another man wearing a veil, "Head, my subordinates really look a bit like that kid, did you get the news from the north wrong? "

The masked man sneered, and said: "True or false, false or true, whether it is true or not, I would rather kill by mistake than let it go!"

"Head, when shall we act?"

"Ambush them on their way back."

"Yes!"

Afterwards, the alley became quiet again.

When Hua Qian and others returned to the backyard of Xiuzhuang, they saw Li Yan and his mother were there.

"Sister Xi'er..."

"Mrs. Li, why are you here?" Hua Qian ignored Li Yan who was beside her.

Mrs. Li looked at her son's depressed expression, smiled, and said, "I came to see Mrs. Duan, I hope she can help me embroider a birthday screen."

When Hua Qian heard it, she looked at Xiaoqin who was a little embarrassed.

"Little boss, the embroidery village is yours now, without your consent, Xiaoqin will not accept the job." Xiaoqin eagerly expressed her principles.

Hua Qian smiled knowingly, and said to Mrs. Li: "Mrs. Li, the embroidery shop has been quite busy recently. I'm afraid I don't have time to embroider this screen for you."

"I'm not in a hurry, can the delivery be made on the Lantern Festival after the next year?" Mrs. Li asked with a smile.

Hua Qian didn't respond, she asked Xiaoqin, "Miss Xiaoqin, what do you think?"

Xiaoqin frowned and thought for a while, then said: "If there is no stock at Plum Blossom Pavilion, there is still time to embroider this screen."

After hearing Xiaoqin's words, Mrs. Li frowned and said, "Girl Qian'er, can you ask Xiaoqin to embroider this screen for me?"

Years later, the Lantern Festival is the birthday of the magistrate's mother, and this screen is a congratulatory gift from Mrs. Li.

Hua Qian thought that this screen must be very important to her with such a solemn request from Mrs. Li, so she said, "Then follow what Mrs. Li said."

Mrs. Li was satisfied now, and then said: "Xian'er, you see that Yan'er calls your sister all the time, don't you find it awkward that you keep calling me Mrs. Li to Mrs. Li?"

Hua Qian blinked her eyes, glanced at Yue Xia, and said, "Then I will call you Aunt from now on."

Mrs. Li covered her mouth and smiled, and said: "Yan'er said, your parents are younger than me and his father, you can't call them aunts, they should be called aunts."

"Then... let's call her Auntie." Hua Qian has no problem with addressing her.

A few people were chatting, Xing'er suddenly came over in a hurry, "Qian'er, it's not good, a embroiderer accidentally ruined a dress."

Hua Qian's eyes darkened slightly, she got up and followed Xing'er to check.

Xiaoqin, as the manager of the embroidery village, naturally followed closely behind.

Mrs. Li also wanted to go, but was stopped by Li Yan: "Mother, this is an internal matter of the embroidery village, we should not go to see it."

"That's right, the mother-in-law was so anxious that she forgot."

When I rushed to the embroidery room, I found that all the embroidery girls were standing nervously in one place, with their heads lowered,
This is the first batch of goods they made, and someone made a mistake. I wonder if the owner will drive them away?
Hua Qian glanced at the embroiderers and asked, "What's going on?"

Hearing Hua Qian's question, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old embroiderer with a good appearance stood up and said, "Boss, I accidentally broke the skirt."

Hua Qian sized her up carefully, then looked at Xing'er and asked, "Sister Xing'er, where is the broken dress?"

"Over here." Xing'er said, and personally brought the damaged skirt to Hua Qian.

Looking at the brand new emerald green skirt, a long slit was cut from the middle, which was as long as a palm.

Hua Qian frowned and looked at it for a while, then said, "How did you get this hole?"

The embroiderer who ruined her clothes tremblingly glanced at the embroiderers and said:

"When I go back to my boss's house, the embroidery pattern on this skirt is the most difficult. I embroidered for nearly two days before finishing it. When I was about to cut off the thread, someone bumped into me, and the scissors stuck into the skirt..."

Every custom-made dress, no matter the style or the embroidery pattern on it, is designed by Hua Qian herself, so it can be seen that the embroidery pattern of this dress is extremely complicated.

Regardless of the slit on the skirt, this embroiderer's craftsmanship is really good.

"Then, who saw it?" Hua Qian turned her head to look at the embroiderer who damaged the skirt.

I saw her expression was slightly disturbed, but she was not panicked.

"I, I don't know, there were a lot of people passing by me just now." After Xiu Niang finished speaking, she lowered her head weakly.

Hua Qian could tell if this person was lying, so she didn't pursue it and said to Xiaoqin:
"Sister Xiaoqin, this embroidered room is big, so find someone to make a partition, so that you don't have to worry about being bumped into." After Hua Qian finished speaking, she left with her damaged skirt in her arms.

Xiaoqin comforted the embroiderer, and then left.

Back in the temporary room in the backyard, Hua Qian spread the damaged skirt on the couch, thinking about how to save her.

At this moment, Yue Xia walked in and asked, "Crazy girl, is the matter resolved?"

Hua Qian didn't look back, and said, "I'm thinking of something."

Yue Xia approached her, stood behind her, looked at the emerald green skirt with a big tear on the bed and asked: "Is this the damaged skirt?"

"Yes." Hua Qian replied feebly: "The delivery will be made tomorrow. The peony pattern on this skirt is the most difficult and complicated to embroider. Even if we make a new one, there will be too little time."

Yue Xia looked at it for a while and said, "I have a way."

Hua Qian was startled, then turned around happily, and threw herself on Yue Xia, "A Yue, you really have a solution?"

"If you're still lazy on me, I won't tell you if there is a way." Yue Xia pushed Hua Qian's body helplessly, and then brought his pen and ink.

I painted the damaged part of the skirt, and soon, a withered peony flower and falling petals appeared on the cloth, complementing the previous pattern.

Hua Qian was naturally overjoyed when she saw it, and said, "A Yue, I really have you."

After finishing the last stroke, Yue Xia put away the pen and ink, and said, "I've finished drawing the picture, and I'll teach you the embroidery work. But, do you know how to embroider?"

Hua Qian, who was full of joy, puffed her cheeks angrily when she heard the end, "Are you laughing at me on purpose?"

Yue Xia chuckled, then turned and left.

Hua Qian stomped her feet, and it took her a while to realize, she muttered, "Ah Yue seemed to have laughed just now."

Thinking of this, Hua Qian chased after her and asked, "A Yue, you just laughed, didn't you?"

"No! You read it wrong." Yue Xia quickened her pace and left Hua Qian's sight after a while.

Hua Qian wanted to keep chasing after her, but Xing'er came over and asked, "Xian'er, have you figured out a way?"

Seeing Xing'er, Hua Qian remembered the business, and while pulling her into the room, she said, "Sister Xing'er, I will leave the rest of the work to you."

"I..." Xing'er was about to speak, when she suddenly saw the pattern drawn by Yue Xia on the couch, she picked it up in surprise, "This pattern is so beautiful."

"A ball of black ink, what's there to see?" Hua Qian asked depressedly.

(End of this chapter)