Chapter 1942 I Will Draw You to Write

When Mo Fangqin heard Yun Chujiu say this, she was still a little clueless. This plain brocade is obviously a defective product, and anyone with long eyes can see it. is it possible?

After lunch, Mo Xiaoting sent someone to bring some plain brocades to Yun Chujiu.

When Mo Fangqin saw it, she felt a chill in her heart!

These plain brocades are not only mottled in color, but also have different patterns on each one. Even if you want to splicing them together, it will be strange that someone buys this rag!

Yun Chujiu looked at these cloths, but her eyes lit up, as if she was looking at gold and silver treasures: "Baby! Baby! Third sister, these will soon turn into shiny spiritual stones! At that time, sister will eat meat. I'll make you drink soup too."

Mo Fangqin's eyes twitched, drinking soup? If you don't let me be implicated by you, I will be Amitabha!

Yun Chujiu took out a large kitchen knife, cut out a piece of cloth, and said to Mo Fangqin with a smile, "Sanmei, I give you an important task."

Mo Fangqin looked confused: "What mission?"

"It's very simple, just stand still and don't move."

After Yun Chujiu finished speaking, she took the piece of cloth and began to gesture on Mo Fangqin's body, frowning with joy for a while, as if she was mentally ill.

"Sister, is it possible that you still want to make these cloths into clothes and sell them? You told your grandfather that you would sell these cloths within half a month, which is not enough time to make clothes. Besides, even if you can make clothes It's too late to sell! What's more, can the clothes made of this cloth be worn?" Mo Fangqin felt that Yun Chujiu was bragging this time, and it was impossible to sell the cloth.

Yun Chujiu gestured for a long time, and then said to Mo Fangqin, "Sanmei, go play by yourself! I'm busy!"

Although Mo Fangqin was puzzled, she still went out wisely.

Yun Chujiu took out a stack of rice paper, then took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and began to sketch.

I drew a picture of this thing, and when I was not satisfied, I crumpled it into a ball and threw it on the ground.

I drew another one, but I wasn't satisfied, so I rolled it into a ball and threw it on the ground.

Soon, the ground was full of paper balls.

During dinner, Mo Fangqin came to look for Yun Chujiu and was shocked when he pushed the door open, only to see that the ground was full of waste paper, and Yun Chujiu was still sketching and drawing there.

Mo Fangqin saw a stack of sketches on the table, so she couldn't help picking one up. She saw that the sketches of clothes were drawn on it. Although it was only a simple outline with brush and ink, it still made people's eyes shine.

The style of these clothes is something she has never seen before. Is this bastard going to use these plain brocades to cut the clothes above? But, will this defective product ruin this exquisite design?

When Mo Fangqin was thinking about it, she heard Yun Chujiu say, "You came just in time. The words I wrote are so elegant and elegant. I'm afraid others won't recognize them, so you can write them."

Mo Fangqin pouted, chic and elegant? I'm afraid your handwriting is too ugly, right? !

Mo Fangqin took the brush, and Yun Chujiu took out a drawing and handed it to her: "This garment is made of red cloth, and it is equipped with white plain drapery. The material should be light and thin."

Mo Fangqin's mind flashed the pattern of the ready-to-wear. The mottled pattern on the clothes, coupled with the white drapery, should be really good.

Yun Chujiu asked Mo Fangqin to write all the items that needed to be marked in the remaining drawings, and then stretched out: "Okay, it's time for dinner."