Chapter 1942： I'll draw you to write

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Mo Fangqin heard Yun Chujiu say this, and she still had a little bottom in her heart. This plain brocade is a defective product, and her long eyes can be seen. How can she become a sweet and sour meal? is it possible?

After lunch, Mo Xiaoting sent someone to Yun Chujiu to send some pieces of plain brocade.

When Mo Fangqin looked at it, he was mostly cold!

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

Yun Chujiu looked at these cloths but his eyes were shining, as if looking at the treasures of gold and silver: "Baby! Baby! Three sisters, these will soon become shining spirit stones! At that time, my sister eats meat It will also make you drink soup. "

Mo Fangqin's eyes twitched, drinking soup? If you do n’t let me suffer from you, I will be Amitabha!

Yun Chujiu took out a large kitchen knife, clicked and cut a piece of cloth, and then smiled to Mo Fangqin: "Three sisters, I will give you an important task."

Mo Fangqin's face was dumbfounded: "What task?"

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

After Yun Chujiu finished speaking, he took that piece of cloth and began to make gestures on Mo Fangqin. He was frowning for a while, just like he was mentally ill.

"Sister, do you still want to sell these cloths as clothes? You told your grandfather to sell these cloths within half a month. This is not enough time to make clothes. Anyway, even if it can be done. It ’s too late to sell! Not to mention, 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 these cloths.

Yun Chujiu made a gesture for a long time, and then said to Mo Fangqin: "Sanmei, you can play by yourself! I'm busy!"

Although Mo Fangqin was puzzled, he went out with interest.

Yun Chujiu took out a stack of rice paper, and then took out pen, ink, paper and inkstones, and began to draw pictures.

The goods drew a picture, dissatisfied, and rolled into a ball and threw it on the ground.

I drew another picture, but I was not satisfied yet, and rubbed it into a ball and threw it on the ground.

Soon, the ground was full of paper balls.

At dinner, Mo Fangqin came to Yun Chujiu. When he pushed the door, he was startled. The ground was full of waste paper balls. Yun Chujiu was still sketching there.

Mo Fangqin saw a stack of drawings on the table and couldn't help but pick up one. I saw that it was a sketch of clothes. Although it was only outlined with pen and ink, it still made people shine.

The style of these clothes is something she has never seen before. Is the steamed buns ready to be cut into these ready-made garments with these plain brocades? But, will this defective product ruin this exquisite design?

When Mo Fangqin was thinking about it, he heard Yun Chujiu say: "You came just right. The words I wrote are too chic and elegant. I'm afraid others won't recognize them. You write them."

Mo Fangqin pouted, chic and elegant? I am afraid that your writing is too ugly? !

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

Mo Fangqin flashed the pattern of ready-made clothes in his mind. The mottled pattern on the clothes and the white drape should be really good.

Yun Chujiu wrote Mo Fangqin all the items that need to be marked on the remaining drawings, and then stretched out: "Okay, you can eat dinner."