I became famous for writing ridiculous stories in ancient times

After returning home, Mrs. Zhou thought that her children were hungry, so she hurriedly cooked.

Fu Wenyu took a small red plum blossom-shaped velvet flower given by Zhou and the velvet flower materials he bought, and sat at the table with his sister Fu Rong to study it.

This is a very ordinary velvet flower.

In Fu Wenyu's impression, he had seen two different kinds of velvet flowers on TV and in the videos of bloggers. One is furry and one is flat. I don’t remember the specific name, I just remember that they are all velvet flowers, and the one that looks furry is also called ‘Tongcao flower’. Both types are very beautiful.

Zhou's flower belongs to the flat type.

Fu Wenyu took a closer look and found that its production method was more similar to stickers, that is, the silk threads were glued to the bracket one by one, and then cut into shape. I don’t know what kind of glue was used here, but it is not only very strong, but also not heavy.

"Brother, do you understand?"

Fu Rong, who was sitting opposite, asked nervously.

"I understand, let's give it a try." Fu Wenyu put down the plum velvet flower in his hand. He didn't dare to take it apart because it was given to the Zhou family by his biological father Fu Qingshan. Now that Fu Qingshan has passed away , take it apart and lose one. So instead of studying the finer details, he just started.

He decided to make a furry version of the velvet flower simply because he didn’t have any glue at home. So we can only stick to what we have and try other things later.

Silk thread, copper wire, scissors...

Fu Wenyu picked out the items one by one. Among them, the silk thread was newly bought today. The color was not very pure, and it didn't have that bright feeling. It should not be top quality.

But it is enough to make a velvet flower.

Under Fu Rong's distressed eyes, Fu Wenyu carefully divided a handful of pale yellow silk thread into thin strands. This step should be done with a bristle brush, but he didn't have the right material on hand, so he had to do it manually. Then he straightened the silk thread according to the movements of those handicraft bloggers in his memory.

Fu Rong couldn't help but ask: "Brother, why do you wear the thread so thin?"

"It has to be so thin. Look carefully." Fu Wenyu carefully clamped two copper wires together to fix the divided silk threads according to the scene in his memory, and finally cut them.

"Brother, is this all right?" Fu Rong looked at the strings of silk threads on the table and asked curiously. Looking at it now, she still didn't see the reason, she just felt that it was different from what she had seen.

"We're still a little short of that, we need to find a piece of wood..."

Fu Wenyu looked left and right, but didn't find anything suitable for his hands. He simply went back to the room and picked up his wooden paperweight. He placed a section of copper wire on the table, pressed the paperweight up and rubbed it.

Finally, he succeeded in making a dozen sticks that were thick in the middle and thin on the sides, like feather dusters. Of course, these little fluffy sticks are much smaller than feather dusters.

Fu Rong's expression became even weirder and she hesitated: "...That's it?"

Fu Wenyu showed a satisfied smile, "That's it, let's find some pliers. Well, we don't seem to have pliers at home. It doesn't matter, I can just use my hands."

So he started directly and cut the yellow silk thread short to make the stamens. Small light yellow velvet dusters were gathered around, and then he wrapped one end of the iron wire tightly with brown silk thread...

Finally, he used scissors to cut off the excess wire at both ends that were not wrapped around, and then bent the small light yellow velvet duster appropriately, and a simple yellow chrysanthemum velvet flower was ready.

"How is it? Does it look good?"

"It's so beautiful!" Fu Rong had already opened her eyes nervously and watched Fu Wenyu's movements without blinking. Now after hearing his words, she praised him without hesitation.

"It's just as beautiful as the ones sold in the store!"

"That's for you!"

Fu Wenyu handed the velvet flowers over and stretched, "I will teach you how to make velvet flowers after dinner. Embroidery hurts your eyes, but this does not hurt your eyes. When you and your mother learn how to make velvet flowers, you can make money by doing velvet flowers." , no embroidery.”

He just finished making the chrysanthemum velvet flower and found it not difficult. Although the chrysanthemum he made was not as good as those bloggers, let alone the intangible cultural heritage inheritors, it was still good.

Fu Rong couldn't help being happy.

When Mrs. Zhou came in with bowls and chopsticks, she couldn't wait to say: "Mom, brother said he wants to teach me how to make velvet flowers!"

"Mom, look, my brother did this!"

Zhou was startled. She looked at the lifelike chrysanthemum in Fu Rong's hand, then at her son sitting aside, and asked in surprise: "Wen Yu, is it really you who did it?"

When Fu Wenyu nodded, Mrs. Zhou was naturally overjoyed.

She took the velvet flower from Fu Rong's hand, looked at it carefully and said: "I heard from Madam Li that the nobles in the palace like velvet flower very much, so it is also popular among the people. It's because she learned such a skill You can open an embroidery shop in the city only if you have good craftsmanship, but I didn’t expect that my son could do it.”

"By the way, you said you learned it from books?"

Fu Wenyu nodded, "That's not a book, but an old homemade booklet. I saw it when I went to the bookstore to buy books a long time ago. In addition to velvet flowers, there are other gadgets." Just in case, he He added, "But I went there again today and couldn't find it. Maybe it was bought by someone."

"Maybe."

Zhou guessed: "The book you mentioned was probably written by some craftsman and was prepared to be left to his descendants. Later it was sold to a bookstore for some reason. No wonder this one is different from the one made by Lady Li."

After sighing for a while, Mrs. Zhou looked at the velvet flower in her hand and said happily: "It's better now."

"With the additional skill of making velvet flowers, our family will be better off. Wen Yu, when your father's filial piety period is over, you can take the county examination. I heard your father say that the county examination is not difficult."

"My son is so smart, he will definitely win."

Fu Wenyu did not refute. There was a huge difference in social status between people with fame and those without fame, so he must try to take the imperial examination after he became a filial piety.

Zhou, who had made money today, was in a good mood. She cooked a pot of Yujing rice with the lotus roots, lotus seeds and rice she bought in the morning. The dish was no longer home-made pickles, but a bowl of tofu mixed with green onions and a bowl of rice. In addition to a bowl of fried lotus root slices, there is also a large bowl of steamed egg custard that is fragrant and mouth-watering.

After taking a bite, Fu Wenyu felt like he was alive.

While the family was having dinner, he told Zhou and Fu Rong that the storybook had been sold for 30 taels, and gave the 20 taels of silver notes to Zhou for household use. As for the remaining ten taels of silver, of course I should keep it myself for later purchase of pens, ink and other things.

Zhou didn't expect that Fu Wenyu's storybook could be sold for thirty taels of silver, so she was naturally happy again. Not only did she promise Fu Wenyu to add more dishes, she also carefully collected the banknotes and prepared to save them for her son to study.

On this day, the long-lost laughter came from the Fu family's main room.

"Wen Yu, is Wen Yu here?"

Just as Fu Wenyu and the other three were enjoying their meal, a slightly familiar voice suddenly came from outside the house. Fu Wenyu responded, then the two of them finished the rice in their bowls and walked out, only to find that it was Fu Qingtian.

Fu Qingtian is here to deliver something.

He handed the basket he was carrying to Fu Wenyu and said with an honest smile: "Wenyu, you have really helped me a lot!"

"The patriarch told me that you rented the land to me because you knew that my family had little land but a lot of people. I was a poor man because I was a grown-up. I don't even know how to thank you."

"No, your aunt has saved a few eggs in the past few days and brought them to you."

"You must accept it!"

Fu Wenyu suddenly realized that this should be the kind words the clan leader said for him. After all, he couldn't even remember who Fu Qingtian was before. It was the clan leader's idea to rent the land to him.

So Fu Wenyu said: "Uncle Qingtian, you don't need to thank me."

He pushed back the basket containing the eggs and said sincerely: "I would also like to thank you for helping me look after the fields to prevent them from going to waste. You can also take back the eggs. My family just bought eggs."

Of course, Fu Qingtian refused to bring it back, so the two of them pushed each other back and forth. One said, Wen Yu, you must accept it. This is a chicken raised by the family. Eat it to nourish your body. He also said that if I didn't know that you are observing filial piety, I would He must have brought a chicken. One said, Uncle Qingtian, please take it back. My family just bought eggs and we don’t need them.

Because there was a lot of noise, people in other houses came out.

Then Fu Wenyu heard the deep voice of his grandfather Fu Dashi suddenly coming from behind: "Wenyu, have you rented out the land?"

After hearing this, Fu Wenyu was stunned.

Only then did he remember that he seemed to have never told Fu Dashi that he had rented out the land at home. Although the two had met in the past few days, Fu Wenyu, who was used to being the master of the modern family, could not think of telling his grandfather Fu Dashi this important event.

Ancient times are different from modern times.

Well……

Trouble.