Chapter 23 Questioning Jiang Anning’s ability
After cleaning her hands and sitting in front of the stretch frame, Jiang Anning's heartbeat was a little fast.
From the perspective of those who are familiar with her, she may have just come here to do embroidery work not long ago. Only she knows clearly that she has not touched needlework for more than ten years in her past life.
She was a little unfamiliar with every stitch, and she was afraid of being seen as doing something wrong.
With the skill of splitting the thread, she calmed down her mind.
I don't know if it was due to the inexplicable physical changes, but her eyesight was now clear, and even the threads that she usually had to carefully chop were much easier to do.
Jiang Anning adjusted the stretching frame, threaded the needle and thread, and tried the feel.
A few messy stitches jumped out on the cloth, causing Mrs. An to sneer: "Are you really sure that this person is the most powerful embroiderer in your embroidery workshop?"
"Don't be fooled, right?"
"Look at her these two times, how does she look like she can do embroidery? She even embroiders on both sides... Don't tell me where she got the embroidery work done by others and used it to fool others!"
Song Yao looked a little embarrassed and explained dryly: "An Ning is indeed the best embroiderer here who is good at double-sided embroidery."
Speaking of which, this was also the first time she watched Jiang Anning perform an injection in person.
There are some...
Not quite a journeyman.
Song Yao's face darkened slightly when he thought of the double-sided and three-different embroidered Buddha pictures presented to the Queen Mother last year.
With such a large format, even a top embroiderer would have to work together for three to five years to embroider something.
How old was Jiang Anning three to five years ago?
And those who can embroider three kinds of embroidery cannot do it without decades of skills!
What did Jiang Anning say at that time?
Together with the elders in the family, the two of them worked together, but the elders in the family did not want to take their names because they were disturbed...
Later, she went to find out that Jiang Anning's parents had died in an accident a few years ago, and there were no elders in the family at all!
However, since Jiang Anning always ensured the quality of the embroidery work he handed over to her, she did not go into it further.
It is not known where he got the opportunity to become a disciple of the embroiderer who lived in seclusion.
Nowadays, she is somewhat wavering.
"I've heard that people often steal the funerary objects that have just been buried in wealthy families, pretending to be items passed down from their ancestors. In fact, they don't even know what the items are or what they are used for, and they often cause trouble. Jokes like using someone else’s chamber pot as a teapot.”
When Mrs. An saw Song Yao's frown, she became more and more certain that Jiang Anning was a liar.
She sneered: "What a waste of my time!"
Song Yao smiled carefully and was about to say something to ease his tension.
Mrs. An turned around to leave.
His eyes accidentally glanced at a beautiful color on the stretch frame, and he let out a "hiss" and stopped abruptly.
The barrage was full of [Fuck] floating by densely, accompanied by a continuous stream of rewards.
Jiang Anning felt that the tension and fatigue just now were gone.
She looked down at the vivid dragonflies on the cloth, and she was still somewhat satisfied.
"My skills are a little rusty."
As if Jiang Anning didn't hear the discussion between the two, she chuckled and said modestly.
Mrs. An's eyes widened and she almost fell down on the cloth. She stretched out her hand and touched the dragonfly repeatedly.
"Mom, how does this look real?!"
Not to mention Mrs. An was shocked, even Song Yao, who had already seen the Sanyi embroidered Buddha picture, was a little bit open-mouthed at this time.
Fortunately, she was sensible enough. When she saw Mrs. An carelessly touching the embroidery thread, she suddenly became sullen: "Mrs. An, this embroidery is the most delicate and delicate. You can't touch it easily. If you turn around, it will get dirty or the thread will be hooked..."
Mrs. An glanced at her, straightened up, and took out two banknotes from her sleeve pocket.
"This is not about money!"
Song Yao was slightly sullen.
The most annoying thing is these people who don’t know anything and are used to using money to humiliate people. Who do you think has no spine?
Mrs. An took out two more large-value banknotes. Song Yao:......
She will never give up for five buckets of rice!
But for fifty buckets of rice, she can break her waist!
"I bought this dragonfly embroidery."
Mrs. An looked rich and wealthy, pointing with her big hand: "Let her embroider the four screens. These are the deposits."
Song Yao's face dropped slightly when he heard that it was just a deposit.
After a moment, she became cheerful again and responded with a smile: "Okay!"
She had a hunch that as long as they could take on this job at Chaohuang Embroidery Workshop, they would definitely become famous.
Nowadays, although the embroidery workshop has the name of Yuci, it has nothing to offer.
After all, the Buddha Ceremony Picture has been sent to the palace, and ordinary people may not have a chance to see it.
She just wanted to brag. People who had never seen the real thing might not be able to imagine how magnificent and shocking the embroidery was.
"Peace, look..."
Song Yao felt that Jiang Anning was unlikely to refuse.
Usually, every time she came to pick up an embroidery job, she always went for the high price, as if she was very short of money.
"Sister Song, I came here today to ask you something."
Jiang Anning glanced at Mrs. An: "Then let's talk about the embroidery work."
Song Yao listened obediently and soon realized that she wanted to avoid Mrs. An.
"Indeed, these four screens are not an easy task. They are also a birthday gift for Mrs. An, your daughter. We cannot be careless. We might as well sit down and talk slowly and carefully."
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Mrs. An said "hmm", a bit reluctant.
She glanced at Jiang Anning and said, "Then you wait here for me. I'll come over and talk to you in detail later." She said in a very disrespectful tone.
Mrs. An also glanced at Song Yao: "I still have some things to deal with. I want your embroidery lady. You are not allowed to arrange other tasks for her. She can concentrate on embroidering my son's birthday gift."
Song Yao smiled apologetically. When he looked at Jiang Anning, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
She and Jiang Anning were just cooperating, not subordinates. It was not her turn to decide whether they would take the job or not.
Mrs. An looked like she was really in a hurry, so she hurriedly got into her carriage without being polite to anyone.
"An Ning, look at this job..."
Song Yao couldn't wait to speak, wanting to say something nice in order to persuade others to continue.
"Sister Song, are you familiar with this Mrs. An?"
Jiang Anning lowered her eyebrows as if embarrassed: "I am willing to take this embroidery job, but I am afraid that the employer..."
She seemed to have something to say: "I usually don't say anything, but when it's time to hand over the work, I am very picky. Sister Song, you know that I am always most afraid of trouble."
It turns out that I was just worried about these things.
Song Yao snorted and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Of course I know that you have a quiet temperament and have never wanted to talk to others. If I didn't understand the customer's personality well enough, I would never bring people to you."
Song Yao lowered his voice and looked around: "This Mrs. An seems to be difficult to get along with, and she also thinks highly of herself."
“But it’s very generous and refreshing to give money!”
As he said that, Song Yao looked interested in gossip: "Just now, she had a sweetheart come over and wanted to marry into the family..."
Double-sided three-different embroidery: the patterns, stitches and tones on both sides are different - different drafts, different stitches, different colors
(End of chapter)