Chapter 771 Weaving and Dyeing

The director was confused: "Why?"

"Do you know who this unpretentious old man is? He...he..."

The planning uncle held back for a long time, and finally he was so anxious that he simply went to the director's ear and whispered to him for a long time.

The director was dumbfounded after hearing this: "Are you sure, you didn't admit your mistake?"

"Absolutely not. I have a friend who runs a gallery, which is dedicated to holding art exhibitions for famous painters. When I was on vacation before, he specially invited me to see one of his... art exhibitions."

"Are you still watching the art exhibition?" The director looked at his little brother with a rather indescribable expression, and said precisely, "Do you understand?"

The planner uncle rolled his eyes: "If you don't understand, why don't you let me be arty and cultivate my sentiment?"

"All right, all right, you continue."

"I went there at the time, and when I got there, I realized that the people who were looking at the paintings were not paintings, but people. Good guy, the people who looked at the paintings were getting bigger and bigger. The most important thing is that the protagonist who opened the exhibition must also have Come on, this guy was by his side at that time, walking around the whole time, accompanied by a group of people, everyone respectful to him."

"Afterwards, out of curiosity, I asked my friend a few words, only to find out that this is..."

The planning uncle paused when he said this: "I am so impressed, I still remember it clearly, absolutely right!"

What the little brother said was so categorical that the director couldn't believe it, and he was puzzled: "How can such a powerful character come to such a small town and hide in such a small shop? These two guys are too lucky Right. It's a fucking evil way!"

"Then this task..."

The director gritted his teeth, a little excited and unwilling, and finally had to hold his breath and reluctantly compromise: "Change!"

With the secret efforts of the master planner, Ye Wanxi and the others changed their tasks smoothly.

The two parties involved and the audience in the live broadcast room did not expect that things would suddenly take such a sudden turn for the worse. The originally scheduled tasks could be changed at will, which was really confusing.

Mr. Lu didn't care what other people thought. When his granddaughter went to communicate, he had already gotten impatient.

He dug out a lot of paint brushes and put them on the table: "Didn't you just say it logically, come on, let me show you something by drawing something with your hands."

"..." Is this reliable? She just looked at the beautiful painting and said a few words, how did she become a master by herself?

The corners of Ye Wanxi's mouth twitched slightly, and she turned to look at her elder brother.

The corners of Feng Tianyu's lips curled up slightly, remembering that Ye Wanxi in her previous life could not even reach the table, so she followed her to learn painting, and often painted and turned herself into a tabby cat, and there was more warmth in her eyes.

"Does it mean that we have passed this level as long as we draw a picture that satisfies you?"

Mr. Lu was happy: "It's not easy to draw a picture that satisfies me."

As Sister Lu said, the program team informed the old man the night before that they were coming today.

This shop is owned by Mr. Lu's old wife. Mr. Lu's father-in-law is an umbrella craftsman and has been making umbrellas all his life. There is only one daughter.

When she married her daughter back then, this shop was given to her as her daughter's dowry.

After the father-in-law died, this store has been run by Mrs. Lu.

Umbrellas are not considered consumables, especially now that the industry is getting more and more developed, and umbrella craftsmanship is becoming more and more mechanized.

The oil-paper umbrella has long been replaced by a variety of more convenient and useful cloth umbrellas and folding umbrellas. Now most of the people who buy this umbrella are for collection, or they buy it to match clothes and take pictures.

The business is not good, and the audience is limited. In the long run, there may be fewer and fewer people doing this shop and even this technology.

Sister Lu agreed to sign a contract with the program group to do this promotion because she believed the program group's win-win trick of promoting traditional crafts.

Mr. Lu sneered at this, thinking that such a small program, coupled with these young stars who looked thin and tender, and hadn't done much work, could promote their shop?

If the two of them hadn't stared at the souvenir he drew for his old wife as soon as they entered the door,

And he can see the charm of his paintings at a glance, and said that he has learned to paint, so the old man will not want to see her paintings on a whim.

But after looking at it, the old man didn't take Ye Wanxi's words too seriously in his heart, he just felt that the day-to-day was too boring, so he wanted to find some interesting things to do for himself.

Ye Wanxi didn't know about Mr. Lu's careful thoughts. Hearing what he said, she felt more and more that this man was like an old urchin, thinking about it was always coming out.

However, their tasks are in the hands of each other, and they can only take one step at a time.

Seeming to see Ye Wanxi's helplessness, the old man picked up the blank paper umbrella that his granddaughter had brought, and said with a smile, "It's okay, grandpa is just watching. Even if you are painting a flower, as long as you can see it a little, I won't make things difficult for you." .”

Having said all that, Ye Wanxi didn't refuse any more, raised her hand and picked up the brush to make two rough gestures, and then wrote on the umbrella.

Drawing on an umbrella is not the same as drawing on flat paper, because the outline of an umbrella is round, so if you draw on it, once the composition is wrong, the proportions will be out of balance, and the overall artistic conception will be damaged and unsightly.

Therefore, as soon as Ye Wanxi started to write, she focused all her energy on the umbrella and didn't care about other things. She didn't notice at all that after seeing the few paintings she left on the paper, the leisurely expression on Mr. Lu's face gradually faded away. His eyes gradually became serious and serious.

While Ye Wanxi and the two were busy taking the big boss exam, the last couple finally arrived at the nearest and only target shop that was not selected.

It was a weaving and dyeing shop. The so-called weaving and dyeing is a handicraft art, including weaving and dyeing.

It is a bit difficult for Jiang Yulai and the other two to learn weaving, so what they need to learn is dyeing.

Like the umbrella shop, the weaving and dyeing workshop is just behind the cloth shop.

As soon as Jiang Yulai and two entered, they both covered their noses.

The fuels of various colors depend on various special plants, and most of the juices and various pigments produced by these plants have some flavors.

The two of them had never been in contact with this thing before, and it was normal to feel uncomfortable after going in, especially when they learned that they had to wear gloves and threw the clothes in for soaking and dyeing over and over again.

Princess Ding Li's illness immediately came back: "Will these dyes be poisoned if they smell so heavy for a long time? Can we do another task? And these gloves are so thin, are they really useful? What if they break after a while?" Now, what should I do if my hands are stained with these dyes and can't be washed off? My hands have been insured, which is very expensive. How about you come?"

The elder sisters who brought the two of them in turned pale when they heard her mention that the dye was poisonous, and almost couldn't help turning their faces and driving them out on the spot.

After hearing that, she even looked at her like a fool, and really didn't know what to say.