Chapter 116 Barely usable
“Go and ask the people at the inn to give him some coarse clothes.”
Feng Yong turned to Amei and said.
Watching Mu Wuzhe take off the black thing, Feng Yong really didn't have the courage to pick it up.
“Where are your people now?”
ify now not far outside the city, where Axi from Homuxi is following.'
What is this mess?
Feng Yong looked at Wang Ping with questioning eyes.
“Haojiao Feng Langjun learned that Wang’s name is called He Muxi among the Qiang people, and Asi is Dalang.”
Wang Ping quickly explained.
Feng Yong nodded, indicating that he understood.
I thought to myself that Wang Ping was very cautious in his actions. If the Qiang people appeared in groups outside Guancheng, their heads would probably be used by the city's sergeants to receive merit.
Wang Xun is now the official of Hanzhong appointed by the imperial court. He is a scumbag to the real powerful people, but he can also be regarded as a deterrent to those big soldiers: these Qiang people are going to be taken to Hanzhong for farming. Dare to mess around?
After explaining some things, Muwuzhe asked Muwuzhe to go back and take a good look at his people, and then arranged for someone to take Wang Ping down to rest.
“Brother, have you gotten up?”
I was about to call Zhao Guang here, but I didn’t expect him to come by himself.
But this is not surprising. This guy was used to Fengzhuang's food when he was in the capital. The food in the post house was even worse than what he had at home, so it was normal for him to come here to eat.
Although the food she eats when she is away from home is not as good as at home, Amei follows the cook in the house as soon as she enters the house, so she has learned a lot of cooking skills, and the food she cooks is definitely much more delicious than what she cooks in the inn.
“Hey, brother, what is this?”
As soon as he entered the courtyard, Zhao Guang saw Feng Yong looking thoughtfully at the dark unknown object on the ground. He bent over curiously and leaned over to take a closer look, but he was suddenly so smoked that he felt like vomiting.
“What on earth is this? Why does it smell so fishy?”
Feng Yong glanced at Zhao Guang and said nothing. In this case, he should speak as little as possible.
Looking at Amei, who had a normal expression, he sighed at the maid's nerves, covered her nose and pinched her voice and ordered: "Go get a basin of water and put some stove ashes in it."
After Zhao Guang heard this, based on the principle that the things his brother valued must be good things, he couldn't help but stepped forward, as if he wanted to take a closer look.
“Don’t look at it, that’s just a woolen brown coat.”
Really didn't want Zhao Guang to turn over the thing, because the smell was even stronger, so Feng Yong had to speak.
“Brother, where did this come from?”
After hearing this, Zhao Guang walked around the brown man and walked to Feng Yong and asked.
As long as he didn't touch the thing, it was a good thing. Feng Yong didn't bother to speak again.
As soon as I opened my mouth, the stench rushed straight into my mouth, making me feel sick.
The water came quickly. I put the woolen brown clothes inside and washed them. When they were almost washed, I poured out the water, replaced them with the same water in the basin, and washed them again.
Even in the later industrial era, in the northwest, there were still people who used ancient methods to wash wool and then hand-woven it into clothes.
This situation generally occurs in small villages located deep in the Gobi desert and due to inconvenient transportation.
Feng Yong had seen it when he went to work on the military-civilian fish-water situation. The herdsmen took wool and went to the saline-alkali soil to wash it, or they took the plants that grew in the saline-alkali soil, burned it to ashes and washed it in hot water.
Later, an instructor from the military academy clarified Feng Yong's confusion, saying that the alkaline water in the saline-alkali land could neutralize the grease of wool, and that mutton fat could dissolve at a certain water temperature.
So Feng Yong knew that raw wool could be cleaned with alkaline water.
Why is it said that knowledge is power?
You have no knowledge, do you know what alkalinity is? Do you know how to get alkaline water?
Plant ash is alkaline, this is the power of knowledge!
As for the amount of plant ash to be used, and whether the alkaline concentration will damage the wool if it is too high, these are things that need to be tested repeatedly in the future. It can only be considered tedious at best. As long as you have patience, the difficulty is almost zero.
Feng Yong did not expect to achieve the level of industrialization that later generations had. His highest expectation was to make wool into clothes that would be accepted by the Han people.
As for how many grades, what kind of sheep, and even the origin of sheep should be divided like later generations, how could he have the leisure?
Clothes made of wool do not have that fishy smell or grease. They can be worn on the body and keep warm. That is enough. Everything else is not important!
Clothes made of wool are much warmer than ordinary silk and linen clothes. This is the most important thing.
Like those wealthy families, they can still wear fur coats to keep out the cold in winter.
The average landowner and old wealthy person can only wear a few extra robes and huddle around the fire to keep warm.
As for the head of Guizhou, go and cover the tangerine pole! It's okay in the south, but in the north, it's normal for people to freeze to death every year.
After washing it several times, the stench gradually disappeared and the black color on the clothes began to fade.
“Brother, why don’t you have some breakfast first and then come see us?”
Zhao Guang couldn't bear it, turned around a few times, and finally suggested.
Amei can’t be separated, who will serve you breakfast?
The longer he has been in this world, the more degenerate Feng Yong feels. Now no one serves him food, and he himself is too lazy to move.
Besides, I still smelled that smell just now, how can I have the appetite to eat now?
Feng Yong glanced at Zhao Guang and said, "If you want to eat, go and eat first. I'm not hungry."
Zhao Guang listened and stopped talking angrily.
I don’t know if it was because Mu Wuzhe wore it for too long, or for some other reason. In short, the final color of the woolen clothes was not the white that Feng Yong imagined, but gray with yellow.
“Okay, bring it over and let me take a look.”
After hearing this, Amei tried her best to wring it out, and then handed it over.
If woolen clothes were treated like this in later generations, they would probably be gone.
But in this day and age, you don’t have to worry about these details at all.
Twisted a small piece of clothing and carefully twirled it, Feng Yong nodded.
That's right, although the clothes have been washed almost to the point of falling apart, what Feng Yong wants to know now is just to see the effect of alkaline water cleaning wool, which currently seems to barely meet the requirements.
A further experimental subject is, of course, freshly sheared wool.
Zhao Guang saw Feng Yong's satisfied expression and couldn't see what was satisfying about this piece of clothes that had been washed away.
Step forward and imitate Feng Yong and twist it, wondering: "Brother, what are you going to do with this thing?"
He threw his clothes on the ground, clapped his hands, glanced at Zhao Guang, and smiled mysteriously: "You will know later."
In a good mood, he ordered: "Wash your hands well, and then prepare for breakfast."
A friend asked me to ask if anyone has read about supernatural beings, and to recommend him a book about rural supernatural beings that is being classified and recommended: "Dragon Palace on Land". If you are interested, you can go and have a look and support yourself.
(End of this chapter)