The auction started soon, and a woman in a cheongsam walked onto the auction table.
Xia Ruo looked at the cheongsam she was wearing, the color was not so right, and the style didn't have that charm.
What made her black line was that many people sitting in the auction booth below actually praised the beauty of this cheongsam.
She opened the terminal and checked, and found that the styles of cheongsams in this world are very simple, lacking the taste of ancient rhyme and antiquity, and none of the embroidered ones can be found.
checked the embroidery again, only to find that this craft has been cut off from inheritance.
But it can be understood that in the hundreds of years of being sucked into the black hole, human beings have fought with the environment, with mutant beasts and plants, and even survival and feeding are luxury. Where would anyone inherit these handicraft skills.
Feng Yan saw Xia Ruo looking at the terminal distracted, "What are you thinking?"
Xia Ruo raised her head and asked with a smile, "Do you know how to do it if you want to auction something?"
Feng Yan replied: "Just hand over the items to the person who is responsible for the management of the auction. However, this auction is all high-end. If you want to auction, you need to show your identity, at least you need someone to recommend it."
"Isn't it good for people who hide their identities?" Xia Ruo frowned slightly.
Feng Yan put the coffee in his hand back on the table in disgust, "Of course not, people who hide their identities and civilians will all be blocked from the door, and even the stewards can't see them, so how can they send out auction items?"
"What do you want to auction?" He approached Xia Ruo and asked.
Xia Ruo found that this man was very smart, and she could tell from her two questions, and she didn't hide it, "Cheongsam!"
"Cheongsam?" Feng Yan pointed down, "She wears this?"
He said disdainfully: "Although this kind of clothes is listed as a luxury item and the price is relatively high, it is not enough to be auctioned."
Xia Ruo shook his head: "Of course the one I want to auction is not of this kind. Haven't you seen the embroidered cheongsam?"
"Embroidery?" Feng Yan's mother family is an ancient Huaxia family, and they know a lot about the ancient earth period. "That thing looks very beautiful when you look at the restored and simulated pictures, but the inheritance has been cut off."
He looked at Xia Ruo strangely and inquisitively, "Don't say you can embroider!"
"You take care of me!" Xia Ruo really knows how to embroider.
She grew up in a cultivating family. In addition to cultivation, she is more interested in many things from the outside world, such as food, embroidery, musical instruments, etc.
She has dabbled in the four famous embroidery in China, and has also worshipped several famous teachers, and her embroidery is often praised.
Wanting to embroider a cheongsam is easy for her.
It's just that the silk thread and silk fabric are a little troublesome.
The artificially cultivated silk is very rough, and the embroidery is too low-grade. The yield of native silk is very small, so the price is ridiculously expensive.
There are mulberry saplings in the fairy vines. When she has money, she can buy a few native silkworms to cultivate. It will be good to take out an auction promotion first, and then open an embroidery cheongsam shop.
Now that everything is in place, only star coins are needed. A penny really beats a hero.
She glanced at Feng Yan resentfully, it would be great if this guy who eats and drinks for nothing has not had his account frozen.
Feng Yan felt Xia Ruo's gaze, a little fuzzy, "I didn't mess with you, did I?"
Xia Ruo pouted, "Poor ghost!"
"..." This is the first time Feng Yan has been called a poor ghost, this woman has been challenging his bottom line!
If someone else dares to be so arrogant, just drag it out and beat Huahua.
But for the sake of food, he endured it!
He actually never thought that his patience would become so good just for a bite!