Chapter 121 Weaving
Feng Yong thought to himself that he didn’t notice any difference in the knife and pen last night. When he went back today, he had to take it out and take a closer look.
In fact, the main problem is that even if Feng Yong wants to repay it now, he has no way to do so.
You can say you forgot if you didn't take it out last night, but then someone came to borrow a knife and pen and didn't return it yet. How do you explain this to others?
“Why is Feng Langjun here?”
"Oh, before coming to Hanzhong, I asked General Wang to find some Qiang people. I just arrived in Guancheng today. I came out now to think of something to do."
“How can the Qiang people do things?” Guan Ji asked curiously, “What else can the Qiang people do?”
“The Qiang people can’t do it, so I have to do it, but they have what I want.” Feng Yong smiled mysteriously.
Guan Ji nodded: "Feng Langjun's master's knowledge is profound and profound, and I admire it endlessly. Since Feng Langjun is busy, I won't disturb you."
After saying that, he clasped his fists in salute and left.
There were no curious inquiries as expected, which made Feng Yong feel like a failure.
When Paomei is blocked, you feel unhappy, and if you feel unhappy, you have to vent it out.
Coupled with the fact that the cobblestones burned out the next day were so terrible, Feng Yong, who always prided himself on being knowledgeable and talented, almost became angry and couldn't bear it anymore on the spot.
With a bang, the poor Qiang people became the target of Feng Yong's vent. Feng Yong also followed Zhao Guang's example and whipped him, but it only hit the air. He shouted: "Go! Send more people." Look for rocks on the mountain, something like this.”
As he spoke, Feng Yong threw a stone in front of Muwuzhe. This kind of stone was often mined from the mountains to burn lime in later generations.
It has a characteristic, that is, its texture is relatively soft, and when scratched on a stone slab, clearer white marks can be drawn, which are found all over the mountains.
When I was a child, my family used this kind of stone as the foundation when building a house.
It’s just that there was no special crusher at that time, so it had to be broken into small pieces manually with a small hammer, which was very laborious. At the end of the day, you will feel that your hands are no longer your own, and you can't even hold the chopsticks.
Fortunately, Zhao Guang, Wang Xun and others did not know what they were going to do, otherwise Feng Yong's image of greatness and integrity would have been greatly compromised.
As for how to break the rocks into small pieces, that is what Mu Wuzhe has to consider.
If you don’t have a small hammer, you can just tie a pebble to a piece of bamboo and you can knock it out. If you’re lazy and don’t worry about hurting your hands, just hit it with a pebble!
Since there are mountains around here, you can still find a lot of broken stones even if you can't smash them out.
Two meals a day will keep you satisfied!
But whoever fails to complete the task of collecting gravel will be starved to death!
So Zhao Guang and Wang Xun discovered that their brother's temperament had suddenly changed a lot since he came to Yang'an Pass.
The gentle and polite demeanor that she had in the capital only appeared in front of Guan Ji. In front of those Qiang people, her appearance gradually became ferocious, and she was even able to beat people with her hands.
Jincheng is getting cooler and cooler in October.
The dignitaries in the capital now all know that a new food called ice cheese has spread in the palace.
Those who have eaten it praise it as a very delicious thing and are proud of it. Those who have not eaten it are just rubbish.
Originally, this rare summer treat is still very popular among women in the boudoir even at the end of autumn when it is already cool.
No way, there are too few good things to eat these days.
“Little lady, why don’t you eat?”
The maid from Zhang Mansion took the bowl handed over by Zhang Xing and saw that there was still more than half of the ice cream in it, so she couldn't help but asked in surprise.
“Don’t eat it, it doesn’t taste good.”
Then she picked up her skirt and ran to find her mother.
The maid couldn't help but be a little stunned, thinking that after hearing what others said, such delicacies were rare even for nobles outside the mansion, but she didn't expect that in the eyes of the young lady, it was not delicious.
“Ah Mu, Ah Mu, I want to go find my aunt, is it okay?”
Zhang Xiahou was weaving when she heard her little daughter running over to ask this question. She couldn't help but laugh and said, "Why do you want to go out again? Didn't you just enter the palace to play two days ago?"
Zhang Xing pouted: "It's not fun in the palace, I want to go to Fengzhuang."
“Have you finished memorizing today’s article?”
“I’ve finished reciting it. I’ve finished reciting it. Do you want me to recite it to you?”
When Zhang Xing heard this, he nodded repeatedly: "This thousand-character article is much easier to memorize than the previous article!"
“Come and listen.”
Hearing Zhang Xing reciting today's lesson fluently, Zhang Xiahou couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This thousand-character essay is indeed a rare and good introduction to children. Based on this, in the future, in the history of youth, Feng Xiahou will have to mention it. Lang Jun said.
At the same time, he thought about his daughter talking about Fengzhuang just now, so he touched Zhang Xing's head and asked: "These days, you often say you want to go to Fengzhuang. Why?"
Zhang Xing took out a ball of withered grass from his small sleeve. He couldn't tell what it looked like originally, and said: "This is the straw dog that Feng Langjun made for me out of weeds. It can't be played now. I want him to Make up another one for me.”
“But Feng Langjun has gone to Hanzhong and is no longer in Fengzhuang.”
“Then when will he come back?” Zhang Xing asked, blinking his big eyes.
“You have to ask your aunt about this.”
“Then I’m going to find my aunt, is that okay?”
“What are you doing with your aunt?”
“Ask her to help me capture Feng Langjun.”
The eleven-year-old little Loli clenched her fists and said sworn.
Of course, Feng Yong didn’t know that in the capital hundreds of miles away, there was a little loli who had been talking about him.
He is talking about wool now.
It took several days of tossing to get out the lime. With the lime water, we could start washing the wool.
After degreasing, the wool obtained was not as white as expected, but white with yellow, and yellow with gray, but Feng Yong didn't care.
As for the work of combing, spindles, and threading, Feng Yongyong understands it. The Qiang people understand it a little, but which Han woman doesn't understand it?
It is most natural for men to farm and for women to weave.
If he comes up with wool that is already equivalent to the half-spinned state of silkworm cocoons, those Han women still don't know how to use spindles to make threads and then weave them into clothes. What qualifications do they have to be called a farming nation? What qualifications do you have to say Shu Jin is the best in the world?
Those unfilial descendants of later generations still have the nerve to call themselves the country of silk?
More importantly, the requirements for wool spinning are not as high as those of silk and linen. It does not matter if it is a little rough, which in disguise reduces the intellectual requirements of the operator.
The nomadic barbarians in the north can make clothes from wool. Why can't the Han people do the same?
When Feng Yong decided to come to Hanzhong to graze, he naturally considered the choice of weavers.
Gouzi’s mother volunteered to come to Hanzhong, and Feng Yong also asked her about her weaving skills.
“Mrs. Wei, come here and weave these threads into cloth.”
A loom is a standard accessory for every woman. Otherwise, why would the government stipulate that every household must grow a certain amount of mulberry and hemp? So in Guancheng, even if you can't find a loom, you can just ask someone to make one.
(End of this chapter)