The Little Lucky Girl

After preparing the dye, Ming Youyou spread a piece of cloth on the table and picked up a pen to paint on it.

She glanced at Feng Xu, and remembering that he had been clamoring for a door curtain recently, she handed him the pen and said, "Why don't you draw it yourself?"

Feng Xu's eyes lit up, "Okay, okay, I want to draw a general riding a horse with a sword in hand."

His painting skills are passable, but the subject is too large, and he is painting on canvas, so the fluidity is much worse than that of paper.

When he finished, everyone was silent. Lu Tai said with difficulty: "Wouldn't you be scared when you see it when you get up at night?"

Feng Xu was still immersed in the joy of creation. He quickly wrote a signature that he thought was particularly cool, and said with a wave of his hand: "This is it."

He looked at Ming Youyou, "Is that all? Should I put it in the dye vat?"

"No, it hasn't been waxed yet." Ming Youyou ordered him to light a small stove and pour paraffin and beeswax into it.

After both waxes melted, she carefully poured the liquid into a small spatula.

The front of the shovel is made very thin, and when it is tilted slightly, the liquid will flow out and it can be used as a pen.

Ming Youyou slowly walked along Feng Xu's drawing with a shovel, and if there were some parts that she really didn't like, she made some changes.

Zheng Huan and his friends understood the operation and exclaimed: "It's not difficult to know that wax can make it waterproof, but it's really amazing to use it on dyed cloth and to figure out the ratio."

Yuxiang also nodded, "It's even more amazing that they wrote a book and are willing to tell others about this method."

"What book?" Feng Xu asked puzzledly, "Are there any books about dyeing cloth?"

Yuxiang was also confused, "Isn't this the method that Sister Ming saw in the academy?"

Zheng Huan glanced at Ming Youyou, who looked a little guilty, and coughed lightly, saying, "There are many books in the academy, so it's normal to have records of various craftsmanship."

Seeing Feng Xu was about to say something, he added, "Even if there is nothing in the academy, there are quite a few collections in the back mountain."

Ming Youyou had finished waxing while they were talking. Feng Xu immediately put aside the topic of the book and fanned it diligently, "How is it? Has it cooled down?"

Ming Youyou touched it with her hand and said, "It's OK, take it to the bar."

Feng Xu immediately picked up the cloth and ran out happily.

After just a dip in the dye vat, the areas not covered by wax immediately turned light green, and the pattern on the cloth immediately appeared.

Feng Xu was so excited, "Look, this is the majestic me in the future."

Except for himself, everyone could see that the painting had been altered. Not only was it acceptable to the eye, but it also revealed some of Feng Xu's temperament.

Lu Tai exclaimed to Ming Youyou: "When did your painting skills become so good that you can even convey the spirit of the subject."

The corners of her mouth were raised so much that she couldn't suppress it, but she still said modestly: "It's okay, it's just so-so."

The gentlemen at the research institute are so right. If you can't draw a perfect likeness, then just capture the main features of the image. For a character like Feng Xu, if you draw his small eyes, big mouth, and wide chin, people will be able to recognize him at a glance, hahaha.

Yuxiang was also very excited. If their village could master this skill, then they would not have to worry about not being able to sell the cloth at a high price.

But she was also a little worried. "There are not many people in our village who can paint, and even if they can, they are only half-baked. If one stroke is not done well, the whole piece of cloth may be ruined. I, I am a little worried..."

Ming Youyou scratched his head and said, "Then let me think about it."

After saying that, he looked ahead with a dull look on his face and walked slowly back to the room.

Yuxiang was startled, "What happened?"

"It's okay, it's okay. She's just thinking." Zheng Huan and the other two said as if they were used to it.

After a while, Ming Youyou came back with a few sheets of thick paper in her hands. "We can draw the pattern on the paper, and then hollow it out, that is, cut out the pattern."

She gestured and placed the paper on the cloth. "Then we'll apply resist paste. The resist paste will leak through the gaps and stick to the cloth."

Everyone understood, and Yuxiang said in surprise: "This paper can be used repeatedly, so the pattern of a large piece of cloth can be determined. But how do we make the anti-dyeing paste?"

Ming Youyou opened her mouth to answer, but suddenly remembered Feng Xu's previous suspicion, and she didn't dare to say it so openly.

Zheng Huan said: "This shouldn't be difficult. We can ask the craftsmen who make ships and fire porcelain. Maybe they know the answer."

Everyone thought it made sense, so they put the question aside and started discussing what the painting should look like.

Seeing that she was no longer busy, the system flashed and said, "Host, Zheng Huan helped you out twice today."

"Oh, yes. Then I'll come back and thank him." Ming Youyou answered casually.

Seeing that she didn't understand the point at all, the system said helplessly: "Do you think he will notice it?"

"Notice what? Oh, no, no, after all, the three of them are pretty stupid."

The system reviewed the host's recent behavior and felt that there was nothing wrong with it. It was probably just a coincidence, but it still reminded: "Then you should pay more attention in the future."

Feng Xu diligently soaked and dried the cloth, dried it and soaked it again for several days, and the dyed color changed from green at the beginning to blue.

Ming Youyou told him it was okay, and several people immediately started to make a simple door curtain.

Seeing Feng Xu staring at his future self in the painting and grinning, Lu Tai asked Zheng Huan in a low voice: "Do you think he can still realize his dream of killing the enemy at the border?"

Zheng Huan sighed, "As long as his father is still in office, it is unlikely, unless his father resigns, or..."

They both knew that Feng Xu was a hostage left by the general's family for His Majesty, and Feng Xu himself probably understood that as well.

If he wants to go to the border while his father is still in office, his family must send another son over.

But both his older brother and his younger brother grew up under their parents' care, and their relationship must be deeper than that of a child like him who left home at an early age.

Zheng Huan and Lu Tai felt that they had a shallow bond with their parents, and it was okay that they did not receive their parents' love; but Feng Xu still had deep admiration for his parents.

They decided to help their brother. Friendship is developed through interaction, and even if they can't meet in person, they have to communicate more.

Originally, the three of them wrote letters to their families very casually, only writing one when they remembered. This time, they urged Feng Xu to send one every half a month, and also asked Ming Youyou to draw a portrait of him so that his parents would remember what he looked like.

This back and forth seemed to have some effect. At least Feng Xu was visibly more excited than before.

He held up a letter and said mysteriously: "My father said that my birthday is coming soon and he wants to give me a gift. What do you think it is? I guess it's a spear."

A few people made a lot of guesses, and then on a day off, Master He led a sturdy middle-aged man into their courtyard.

"I heard that Master Feng wanted to improve his martial arts, so General Feng specifically asked us to find a martial arts master. This Master Cao is the head escort of the Weiyuan Escort Agency, and his martial arts are quite impressive. From today on, he will come to teach the young masters every day."

Lu Tai keenly caught the words "gentlemen" and asked in a trembling voice, "Should we follow suit?"