Happy Little Scholar

Inside the courtyard, Lao Fang and Xiao Cui were chatting enthusiastically. They had endless common topics to talk about Qun Yuyuan and a girl named Xiao Hong.

In the studio, Li Yi thought for a moment and continued to draw samples.

In addition, he also wrote down the stories behind each kind of clothing. If there is no story, he would make it up. As long as his imagination is enough, he can draw what kind of clothes the Seven Fairies and Chang'e wear.

We should make dressing not only to cover the body and avoid the cold, but also to talk about feelings. We should make the women in Kyoto think about whether they should go for the Weaver Girl style, the fairy style or the Chang'e style after getting up every morning. If they go for the fairy style, which series of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple can better reflect their mood?

There is always a piece of clothing missing in women's wardrobes. What they have to do is to benefit the majority of female compatriots and make up for the piece of clothing they are missing.

Women's clothing is constantly improving, and dyes are becoming more diversified. The reform of Jingguo's clothing industry has begun to take shape.

In the studio, Zeng Zuimo sat aside and took the sample drawings that Li Yi had drawn. While flipping through them, he would occasionally add something to them.

Li Yi didn't need to look at the drawings that she had changed.

He could only be considered a plagiarist at best. The person opposite him was a true master, but he lacked a library and his knowledge was limited by the times.

After Li Yi finished a painting, he looked up outside the house and said casually, "It's almost noon. Do you want to go out for a walk?"

Zeng Zuimo put down the painting, looked at him and asked, "Why?"

"Don't you do that every day..." Li Yi said halfway and suddenly stopped talking.

Zeng Zuimo looked at him and asked, "How did you know?"

She had the habit of walking in the alley after lunch every day. On the one hand, it was to digest food, and on the other hand, she wanted to see more of the clothes of Kyoto women and seek some inspiration.

However, this habit was only developed two months ago. How could he know?

Li Yi lowered his head to paint, pretending to say casually: "Ahem, Xiao Cui told me."

"The cough means that you have to think about how to make up an excuse." Zeng Zuimo glanced at him and said, "I'll go ask Xiao Cui."

"Ahem, ahem, actually the people in the teahouse opposite told me." Li Yi looked up at her and said, "You know, you and Miss Ruoqing have special identities, and something like that happened some time ago. There are many people watching around."

"You coughed twice this time." Zeng Zuimo looked at him and asked, "The person I saw a few times before, was it really you?"

"No."

The room fell into silence.

Lao Fang walked in from outside and said, "Son-in-law, I have to go to Wang's house to discuss things this afternoon. It's getting late..."

There are still many drawings that have not been drawn. Li Yi thought for a while and said, "Send someone to Wang's house and tell them that I have something to do today and will visit tomorrow."

"Well, okay..." Lao Fang shook his head helplessly and walked out of the house.

"Go and do your work." Zeng Zuimo stood up and said, "After reading these drawings, I have a lot of ideas in my mind. I will draw the rest."

Li Yi waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's not a big deal. It's okay to delay it for a day. You didn't sleep well yesterday. Go and rest first."

Zeng Zuimo nodded and turned to walk out of the studio.

"Brother Fang, have you really seen... such a big glass ball!"

In the yard, Xiao Cui's eyes were full of brilliance, and she looked at Lao Fang with some admiration and asked.

Lao Fang waved his hand and said, "Of course, a fist-sized glass ball is nothing. I have seen bigger ones."

Xiao Cui's expression on her face became more admiring, and she asked, "How much can the fist-sized glass sell for?"

Lao Fang smiled and said, "Guess?"

"One hundred taels?" Xiao Cui said tentatively.

"Ten thousand taels!" Lao Fang pointed at the bracelet on her wrist and said, "Don't underestimate this thing on your hand. It's worth at least three thousand taels of silver."

Xiao Cui's expression froze, and she looked at the beautiful beads on her wrist in disbelief.

Old Fang showed a pained look on his face and said, "Ten thousand taels, broken by Wang Yong, the prodigal son. If it weren't for my son-in-law not caring, I would have to teach him a lesson!"

"Wang Yong... Wang family." Zeng Zuimo stood in the corridor, looked into the house, and murmured, "Luochuan Wang family?"

Xiao Cui had taken off the beads in her hand and wrapped them carefully. She asked in confusion, "Brother Fang, why? Ten thousand taels of silver can buy many, many things. If something is broken, they should be asked to pay for it."

Old Fang nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, my son-in-law said that the Luochuan Wang family that sells apples is the richest family in Jingguo. This time, negotiating business with them will involve at least two million taels of silver..., bah, what's the use of being rich? They don't know how to pay for the broken things, scum..."

"Luochuan Wang family..."

Zeng Zuimo took a deep breath and uttered these four words softly.

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Miss Zeng actually brought a cup of hot tea over, and Li Yi’s heart, which had been pierced with holes today, finally felt a little comforted.

But this time she did not leave, but sat on another table to the side, seemingly continuing the pattern that she had not completed last night.

Li Yi took one look and stopped looking at it. There were still many patterns to draw. After having the patterns, the next step was sewing. At least for half a year, she would not have to work so hard alone.

I don't know how many paintings he drew, but there was already a thick pile of rice paper next to him. Li Yi put down the pen, stretched his body, and couldn't help but be slightly startled when he raised his head.

She folded her hands on the table and rested her head on them. She didn't know when she fell asleep.

Even in her sleep, she could see a look of exhaustion between her brows. After half an hour, the temperature became a little low. Li Yi got up and walked over, took off his robe and gently put it on her.

He looked down for a long time, looking at the face that he hadn't seen for a long time but was still very familiar, with a complicated expression.

"I'm sorry, you read that right..."

He whispered something and walked out of the room with very light steps. The sky was already getting dark. Lao Fang was lying on the stone table in the yard, staring at the sunset on the horizon.

"gone."

Li Yi walked up to him and said something. Lao Fang suddenly woke up, stood up suddenly, and was about to leave with him, but he seemed to have discovered something, and there was a look of shock on his face: "Uncle, where are your clothes!"

At the same moment when the two stepped out of the courtyard, the woman opened her eyes in the slightly dim room. In the darkness, there was something more crystal clear than glass.

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"I can't give it away..."

Lao Fang scratched his head depressedly. Xiaohong's birthday was coming soon. He originally planned to give her some glass jewelry as a gift, but after hearing what his uncle said, he hesitated.

For a female maid who works in a brothel, if the jewelry she wears can buy several such brothels, isn't it a little bit arrogant?

He couldn't be by her side all the time, just in case he met someone who was interested in making money...

"It's better to wait until later." Lao Fang said with a sigh.

He shook his head and was about to go home when a voice came from behind him.

"Uncle Fang, come here, I have something to ask you."

Lao Fang turned around and saw the woman standing in the yard. After being startled, he immediately walked over quickly and asked, "Miss, what's the matter?"