Re-embroidering life

After the banquet, Lan Xin and Hui Xin cleaned up the mess, while Shui Qinghua sat there in deep thought. Ji Zimo patted her shoulder and asked, "What are you thinking about so intently?"

Shui Qinghua woke up as if from a dream: "Thinking about what Mr. Tang said, I realized that I actually haven't figured out who this new embroidery workshop is for and what it needs."

She sorted out her thoughts and continued, "The success of the Galloping Horses embroidered screen made me dizzy. I thought that as long as the draft was good and I had the skills, I would be invincible. But I didn't think that I spent a whole year embroidering the Galloping Horses embroidered screen. If I continued in this way, even if there were ten embroiderers, they could only embroider ten pieces a year at most, and such an embroidery workshop would not be able to operate."

In fact, when she first talked with Wang, the shopkeeper, he raised this question: If the "Running Horses" embroidered screen was successful, would it be successful in the future? But she didn't understand what Wang meant at that time.

"Si Yi Fang and I agreed to open a mid-range embroidery line that suits the tastes of the Chu people. What is mid-range embroidery? It uses medium-range materials, medium-range craftsmanship, and medium-range prices. In terms of style, it uses the aesthetics of the Chu people and integrates the skills of Suzhou embroidery." Shui Qinghua spoke slowly. She thought and sorted out her words: "Painting is just a matter of a few strokes, but embroidery requires thousands of stitches. This determines that the drawings I use cannot pursue exquisiteness and grandeur, but can only be based on sketches with simple and bright lines and a sense of life."

Ji Zimo nodded, "I also visited an embroidery workshop once, and I feel that embroidery paintings and embroidery products are very different. Embroidery paintings are handicrafts, used for display and appreciation, and the skills must reach the extreme. Embroidery products are different, they are used on handkerchiefs, curtains, tablecloths, wedding dresses and other objects, and they are the icing on the cake."

Shui Qinghua's eyes lit up: "You are right! Whether it is embroidery painting or ordinary embroidery, I will not give up. The former is to hone skills, only produce fine products, and go the high-end route, while the latter is put into the embroidery workshop for mass production. Just like, the same dragon boat race picture, your painting is used for embroidery painting, while Jinlan's painting is used for embroidery."

Shui Qinghua couldn't help but smile when she finally figured out something that she had never figured out. Seeing her so happy, Ji Zimo was naturally happy too, but a little sour: "Madam, have you forgotten something?"

"what?"

"Today is your husband's birthday. You only have the embroidery workshop in your heart, and you are still thinking about Tang Hao. This is not appropriate." Ji Zimo's temperament did not allow him to say such words, but his mouth seemed to be out of control and the words came out anyway.

Shui Qinghua couldn't help laughing out loud. Looking at Ji Zimo's resentful eyes, she tapped his shoulder and said, "Of course I didn't forget. At noon, we had a small banquet with relatives and friends, and for dinner, our family would celebrate on their own."

Just as Ji Zimo was about to hug Shui Qinghua, Lan Xin came over and said that the old lady had sent a message that the whole family should have dinner together in the evening to celebrate Ji Zimo's birthday.

The couple looked at each other helplessly, and then laughed together.

The lights were just coming on, the Ji family's dining room was brightly lit, and the family sat around the dining table to celebrate Ji Zimo's birthday.

This was the family gathering again after the full moon banquet. Today, Tan Meixue and her three sons were much more obedient. They didn't even glance at each other, and just ate their meals obediently. It was unknown whether they were taught a lesson by Ji Zixuan or were intimidated by the distinguished guests from the third room today. In any case, Shui Qinghua was very happy. Now most of her mind was occupied by the embroidery workshop, and the other half was used to take care of the children. She had no intention of fighting with Tan Meixue over trivial matters. If Tan was content to be her first wife in this life, Shui Qinghua would not interfere with her. If she insisted on making trouble, Shui Qinghua would not give in.

Old Mrs. Ji was particularly happy today. It was her beloved son's birthday, and even her daughter-in-law, who had always been a hopeless person, had become successful and made friends with so many prominent families.

After the banquet, they returned to the third room. While the children were still awake, Shui Qinghua asked Lan Xin Hui Xin to prepare a table of fruits and snacks. The family sat around the table, and even Ji Wei was carried to the table by her wet nurse.

The eldest daughter, Ji Fei, held a small sachet in her hand. With a hint of nervousness and anticipation on her face, she walked up to her father and handed it to him with both hands: "Dad, this is the sachet that I spent a month embroidering for you. I wish you a happy birthday."

Ji Zimo took it and saw that the sachet was embroidered with ducks playing with lotus pods. The ducks protruded from the satin, not like they were embroidered on, but rather like they grew on it. Looking closely, the duck's feathers and tail wings had a transition of light and dark colors in each color, and the duck's eyes were also sparkling and lively. Ji Zimo's eyes showed surprise and emotion: "Fei'er, you are less than seven years old, you must have put a lot of effort into embroidering this sachet, it is so well embroidered, dad will definitely treasure it." After saying that, he couldn't help but hold Fei'er to his side. Fei'er snuggled in her father's arms and said: "Fei'er is not hard, it was all taught by mommy step by step!"

Ji Zimo looked at Shui Qinghua with emotion. Shui Qinghua coughed unnaturally. She felt that she needed to give Ji Zimo a formal explanation: "Husband, I sold the birthday gift I prepared for you, I..."

Ji Zimo interrupted her: "It's okay, this is my fault. If you take good care of yourself and live a long life, it will be the best birthday gift for me."

Shui Qinghua smiled and looked at Ji Rui who had been eating hard: "Rui'er, what birthday gift are you giving Daddy?"

Ruier raised her pretty little face which was covered with food crumbs, handed Ji Zimo half a bitten piece of jujube paste cake, and said in a baby voice: "Ruier gives Daddy her favorite cake, I wish Daddy will always have cake to eat!"

Ji Zimo didn't dislike it and put the jujube paste cake into his mouth. It was sweet but not greasy, and the fragrance lingered in his mouth: "The cake is really delicious. Daddy likes it too."

Ji Wei kept babbling in her wet nurse's arms. Ji Zimo was surprised. Could it be that Wei also wanted to celebrate her father's birthday?

He took Wei'er from the nurse's arms. Now Wei'er could hold her head up straight. She tried to get her face closer to her father. Seeing this, Ji Zimo quickly put his face closer. With a smacking sound and a gentle touch, the baby's face was covered with saliva, and then she opened her mouth and laughed.

Ji Zimo was petrified, but his heart melted. A three-month-old baby was so smart! "He's so smart that he's almost a demon. This is a genius that never appears in the world!" Ji Zimo thought to himself.

What could make a father more proud than giving birth to a genius? Ji Zimo laughed out loud: "My Wei'er is a genius! Hahaha!"