After the military marriage, the stupid beauty wants to run away from her husband

Master Xing looked at Zhang Yuwan and asked, "Girl, do you have any ideas?"

These pieces of fabric are of very good quality and are all from a certain era. It is rare that they are preserved so well, and the colors and luster are still beautiful.

"Hmm~ This Shuanggongchou is double-sided. Make dark clothes for him and a light dress for me. This Hang silk is made into pajamas, one set for men and one for women. I also have two sets to make into nightgowns and jackets."

"How do you think I should make the rest?" Zhang Yuwan couldn't take out any fancy fabrics, and it was impossible for her to wear silk clothes every day, so she simply made pajamas.

When she has the chance in the future, she will use the rest of the materials to make more varied ones.

Master Xing knew what to do as soon as he thought about it. Some clothing styles do not need to be complicated, especially those made of high-end fabrics. What matters is the style, workmanship, ironing, and subsequent care and maintenance.

"Let me make you a cheongsam! This black material with dark patterns will do. It's not eye-catching and looks good when you wear it!" Master Xing felt a little distressed to see that the beautiful fabric was made into ordinary clothes. He was determined to make a cheongsam for her.

"Sure, I like cheongsam too." Zhang Yuwan's hairpin today paired with her woolen shawl both look very classical.

I won’t be able to wear fashionable clothes for many years, but it’s still possible to make a cheongsam.

"You are going to wear a red dress when you get married. I see that you don't have any red fabric with you. I have some nice fabrics here. Would you like to pick some out? I will make you another set." Master Xing was really happy. He couldn't stop once he could make the fabrics well. He began to want to show off his collection.

"If you have any good materials, please show them to me. I'd be so kind as to make a few more sets for me!" Zhang Yuwan was not polite either. One of her hobbies in life was collecting beautiful clothes.

"Wait, girl! Starting today, I'll let you see my good stuff. I still have a few pieces of fabric for winter wear." Master Xing seemed to have found a kindred spirit. He was as excited as a child and said to the man next to him, "Zhao Qing, go get the ladder."

The man had been craning his neck to look at the cloth in the teacher's hand. When he heard that he was asked to work, he trotted out and came back carrying a ladder a few minutes later.

After placing the ladder in the corner and testing it with his hands to make sure it was steady, Master Xing didn't wait for his apprentices to go up. He turned to his two apprentices and said, "Go to the workshop and see if the quality of the clothes we made before is up to standard."

This is also because he is afraid that someone will talk nonsense outside and be affected in the end. Even if it is his own apprentice, he cannot be completely at ease.

After everyone had left, he climbed up nimbly.

There was a square on the wall. When I pushed it upwards, I found a loft. It turned out that this studio had two floors, and there was a one-meter-high loft on top that could be used as a warehouse.

Master Xing stood on the ladder, stretched his upper body in, rummaged around for a while, then took out a stack of cloth, bent down and handed it to Song Changzhou, who took it and put it on the operating table.

Zhang Yuwan thought that was the end, but Master Xing seemed unable to stop at all. He took out a lot of fabrics and soon the workbench was filled with a lot of fabrics.

Zhang Yuwan's eyes widened. There were so many! These fabrics were so beautiful!

She pushed her wheelchair along the workbench and said, "You don't need to understand anything about good things. Just put them there and you'll know they are good."

Master Xing walked down the ladder, went to the corner to dust off the dust with a towel, washed his hands, wiped them clean, then picked up a piece of woolen cloth and handed it to Zhang Yuwan.

"This can be made into a coat. It's very thick and not an old material, but it's difficult to make and there are only a few of them."

"This material is very comfortable to wear. It doesn't feel hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It fits perfectly next to the skin."

"This can be made into a dress suit, and these can be made into a shirt. Besides being a cheongsam, this can also be made into a shawl or a party dress. The fabric is thick and the color is very high-end. With the beading, it will definitely hold its own."

Master Xing introduced these fabrics one by one, and he explained in detail how to make each piece of fabric.

He even started taking out a notebook to draw renderings for Zhang Yuwan. He was professional and rigorous. This is the spirit of a master craftsman!

Zhang Yuwan also enthusiastically discussed the shapes and styles of clothes with Master Xing, including daily accessories and jewelry, as well as color matching. She was very knowledgeable and the old and the young seemed to have met each other too late.

Song Changzhou looked at the two people who were discussing enthusiastically and could not get a word in. He knew that this thing was good, a material that the old man had hidden away, and now that he was willing to take it out to show off, it must be something you would not see normally.

But he couldn't name them, and even the words they used to describe the colors of the clothes were different from what he knew: sky blue, teal, autumn honey hemp, golden red, and thousand grass green.

For a straight man like him, he can only name the colors red, yellow, orange, green, blue, purple, black, white and gray. Other colors are just dark green and bright red, which are called by different names.

He did not disturb the two of them and just waited quietly beside them.

"Girl, listen to me, it's best to make these styles now so that you can wear them immediately when the weather gets cold. Don't worry about the rest, they will be made when the weather gets warmer. Don't worry, I will make the clothes you wear for your wedding first, and I guarantee that I won't delay your work." Master Xing patted his chest and promised.

"Ah~ Uncle, you have so many clothes, they must be very expensive!" Zhang Yuwan said they were expensive, but in fact, she looked reluctant to give up any of them.

The two of them had developed a close relationship while chatting and even started calling each other uncle.

"It's not cheap, but it's worth it! This fine garment, when well-cared for, is valuable. It can be worn for many years and passed down to future generations." Master Xing's perspective is a bit old-money: a garment, if well-cared for and carefully maintained, can truly be worn for decades. As long as it stays in shape, it can be worn for generations. (See the British royal family for a reference.)

Zhang Yuwan also understood, but she felt embarrassed to buy so much good material at once, so she looked at Song Changzhou with a guilty look.

The man understood immediately and walked over to ask, "Master Xing, can you calculate how many sets I need and how much it will cost in total?"

Master Xing took out a notebook and did some calculations. The main reason was that the material was expensive. Some pieces of material cost hundreds of yuan. Finally, he gave a price.

Zhang Yuwan couldn't help but purse her lips when she saw the price, not daring to say anything. Her eyes widened. Oh my god! Super cheap! Not even enough for her to buy a bag.

In the future, any piece of this will be priced at a high-end price, and many fabrics are out of print.

When Song Changzhou saw that the money for so many clothes was more than enough to buy a big house, he calculated in his heart that these materials were indeed very good, not ordinary materials on the market. Master Xing's craftsmanship was top-notch. Just based on these materials, he looked down on the clothes in the mall. No wonder the girl didn't buy much that day.

Turning around and looking at the girl's expression, I knew that she had no intention of buying less.

"Master Xing, I don't have enough money today. Can I pay a deposit first?" He was taking his wife to buy clothes, not a house.

He has a private account with a password that contains the inheritance left to him by his grandparents. He has never thought of spending this money. The passbook he gave to Zhang Yuwan as a betrothal gift was enough, but that was money given to her, and he would not touch it himself.

Zhang Yuwan took out a small passbook from her bag and said, "I have it. This is my money!"

His was a green-covered passbook, and Zhang Yuwan's was a red-covered one.

Song Changzhou didn't even take the passbook. His wife was a wealthy woman, but he had to support his own wife. "You put it away, I'll go get it!"