After listening to his praise, I was very happy. I was forced to learn this and that by the ruler these days, and the comments I got were always poor or stupid. Today, I finally felt proud and elated. It was not easy! I decided to wait for the teacher Ximen to come tomorrow, let him write it down for me, and then I took it to the shop to frame it as the family heirloom of our Xiao family! Wahaha! Smiling triumphantly, the ruler raised his hand and brought me a stir-fried chestnut. I have eaten several today. If I open a chestnut shop, I am sure I will make a fortune. When I covered my head and cried out in pain, the ruler had already changed into a ferocious face and said ferociously, "Is this a poem behind your back? It's a bright moonlight in front of the bed. It's suspected to be frost on the ground.". Unexpectedly, you carried a cat in front of the bed and a cat at the end of the bed. Cousin, where have you learned for so many years? You can't even recite such a simple poem. He breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time he took the opportunity to suppress his anger: "Forget it, you don't have to eat, just recite poems for me here until I'm satisfied!" The above is the reason why I am unable to recite poems under the supervision of the ruler. It's eight or nine o'clock and I haven't eaten yet. I'm so hungry that I can still have the strength to recite poems. It's already very good, but the ruler guy wants me to read out my feelings. Sweat to death. I'm not Lin Daiyu, who will be sad for a while when a flower falls casually. How can I express my feelings in black and white? I might as well be an angel to Lin Hao if I have that feeling. I haven't seen Lin Haotian for a few days. I don't know if he misses me. Well, there must be. Maybe he even dreams about me. Hey! As soon as I giggled and drooled, the ruler rewarded me with a stir-fried chestnut again,heavy duty rack manufacturers, pulling me back from the spirit. Not long after I began to read poems, my stomach began to protest because I had no food for a long time. At first, the ruler could ignore it. Later, the protest became louder and louder, and even covered up my reading poems. The ruler had to surrender and agreed to go down to eat first. Before going downstairs, he gave me a subtle summary in the back: "You must be the second aunt of Zhu Bajie in your last life!" Every meal is a test of my behavior, because the ruler will always pick out such and such faults, even if I have done very well,heavy duty cantilever racks, he must pick out a few bones in the egg, according to his words, this is excellence. According to my words, he is a psychopath! I struggled to survive in the abuse. The next day's main learning task was embroidery. This time, the teacher invited by the ruler was very exaggerated. There were more than a dozen people in a long row. They were all thirty or forty years old. The embroidery lady dressed in retro clothes almost occupied the hall of my house. There was a long scroll with them. After putting up the embroidery shed, it was more than five meters long. Wow, ruler, why do you invite so many people? Do you want to change my home into an embroidery village? I'm afraid my mother won't agree. After more than a dozen embroidery women came in and set up the embroidery shed, they were divided into two rows and sat on both sides of the embroidery shed. The ruler smiled mysteriously and said, "Don't worry. I'm still in school. I don't have that idea. The reason why I invite so many embroidery ladies is that I want you to learn more about embroidery and see all kinds of embroidery techniques at the same time." An embroidery lady, who was about thirty years old and looked like the leader, walked up to the ruler and said, "Mr. Shi, asrs warehouse ,shuttle rack system, according to what you said on the phone, I have brought all the most exquisite embroidery ladies in our embroidery workshop to embroider the Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival here. I wonder if I can start now." The ruler waved his hand and said, "Don't worry. Before that, I'll talk to my cousin about the basic techniques and stitches. Is Ming Xiu Niang? Of all the people, you have the highest embroidery skills. Then please come to teach my cousin." Ming Xiu Niang nodded and answered, then came to me, pulled me to the front of the long scroll, pointed to the embroidered or not embroidered place, and said, two thin lips, flying up and down, I was stunned. But not to mention, this time I didn't go in one ear and out the other like before, this time I really listened to it in my brain. Wo Zao's new book "Selling Equipment Everywhere", PK next month, friends will remember to vote for her PK, thank you. Chapter 125 Beginners of embroidery. After Ming Xiu Niang finished pulling, I lay on the embroidery roll twice as long as my bed, stroking the vivid embroidery on it and marveling, as Ming Xiu Niang said, there was no trace of stitches, let alone needles. Wow, how do you embroider all this? It's amazing! Ming Xiu Niang walked up to me and said with a smile, "It's nothing. As long as you are willing to learn, you can embroider naturally. It's just that your time is too short. I can only teach you some basic stitches now." At this point, she said to the waiting embroidery ladies, "Well, you can start. Let Miss Xiao see the exquisite embroidery skills of our Ming Family Embroidery Workshop." Embroidery girls should pick up the embroidery thread, but did not put the thread into the fine needle, but purely by hand will be a little thicker than the hair embroidery thread split into eight parts, each silk thread is about a quarter of the thickness of the hair, with the naked eye has been very laborious, and then put the eighth of the embroidery thread into the needle hole. They. What are they doing? I asked foolishly, wondering why they had to divide the good embroidery thread into so many parts. This is more common in embroidery, the thinner the embroidery thread is, the more difficult it is to see the stitches, like they can split a piece of embroidery thread into one eighth is very good, stitches are generally not easy to see. Like I can split up to 36 strands. Hearing this, I opened my mouth into an O shape, 36 strands, is this still a person? But her next sentence immediately convinced me that she was still a person: "It is said that in ancient times, someone could split a piece of embroidery thread into 256 strands with both hands, but this is only a legend, no one knows whether it is true or not." Compared with 256 shares,warehouse storage racks, 36 shares are really a child's play. Not even a fraction, as for the one who can split the embroidery thread to one percent of the hair, it is estimated that he is no longer a person. kingmoreracking.com
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