Xu Wen felt that bubbles kept coming up in his heart, making his whole person's footsteps a little fluttery.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Lian Tianqing next to him looking at him lightly, and he was a little calmer.

"Master......" he called, and Lian Tianqing just said casually, "Go in." "I walked into the curtain first.

The water was steaming and the moisture was steaming, Xu Wen opened the straw curtain and went in, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Inside are small cubicles that have been made into showers, more than a meter high, and there is a tub in each cubicle. When a person sits in a bucket and takes a bath, he can only see the top of his head, but not the whole person.

Fortunately, Xu Wen breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, when he was in another world before, he also accompanied customers to the bathhouse, and several old men met naked. But taking a bath with Lian Tianqing, how strange it is.

This can only be said that the master and the client are really different......

The bucket was already half filled with water, steaming hot, and the temperature was just right.

Xu Wen put the basket aside, thought about it, and couldn't help but lift the cloth and take a look.

It was a suit of clothes, indigo, and the fabric was thick and soft, woven from cotton.

Xu Wen's expression was a little strange when he saw it, he twisted it with his hand, and sure enough, it was indeed denim.

He shook his trousers up again and looked at them, the style was of course different from the modern one, but it was made into a style that was convenient for movement, there were pockets on the chest trousers, and a skirt around the waist, on which many pockets and buttons were sewn, which were obviously used to tie tools.

The whole set of clothes and pants is simple and compact, very cleverly designed, practical and not lacking in design, and it is obvious that a lot of thought has been put into it.

Xu Wen put them back in the basket and couldn't help but touch them again, his heart was warm.

He took off his clothes and sat in the bucket, without immediately looking at the ink left by Wu Keming, still thinking about this set of clothes in his mind.

In fact, denim has another name, called labor cloth, and its original appearance was also designed to facilitate work during the gold rush in the western United States.

When Ni Tianyang and his wife improved the loom and weaved the canvas, Xu Wen guessed that denim would always officially appear, but he didn't expect it to appear so early and so quickly.

The development of things seems to have their own laws, just like a line, you start a line, and the rest of the line will continue to stretch forward, obviously in different worlds, but the same thing appears.

But if you want to say that, the emergence of denim is to appear, and it is impossible to become as widespread as the previous world, at least for now.

Most people can't even afford to wear linen, let alone cotton?

This will inevitably go through a long period of development and will require tremendous progress in the productive forces......

Then again, for productivity to progress to that extent, industrial development is indispensable, and the emergence of new energy is indispensable.

The development of the new industry will almost inevitably mean the decline of the handicraft industry, and the gradual disappearance of a large number of wonderful techniques and works......

"Huh?" In the next compartment, Lian Tianqing suddenly let out a question.

Xu Wen's brain was still immersed in the thoughts just now, and he didn't react, so he subconsciously asked, "What?"

"Wu Keming's painting. Lian Tianqing reminded.

Xu Wen remembered and looked up.

The bathhouse was enclosed with straw mats along the courtyard wall, and when they entered, they turned their backs to the house and faced the gray brick wall.

There is bamboo in front of the brick wall, and the shadow of the bamboo is staggering, shrouding the paintings on the wall.

Just like Xu San said before, this painting was originally painted with an ink pen, but there was no ink in the middle of the painting, and Wu Keming, who was drunk, directly dipped his pen in water to paint, so there were only gray marks diluted by water in some places, and some places had the meaning of extending out, but there was nothing empty, and it should have disappeared after the water traces dried.

When Xu Wen saw it for the first time, he was also stunned for a moment, he couldn't see what this painting was at all.

He couldn't even tell if it was a painting or not.

He thought of the door number for a moment, wondering if it was the same as that, a fusion of words and paintings.

But he observed for a long time, thought about it for a long time, and felt that it was not. No matter how you put it together, these scattered inkblots can't be turned into words.

What the hell is this thing?

Xu Wen frowned and leaned forward in the bathtub, wanting to look more closely.

Could it be that it's really a casual graffiti after drinking?

However, Xu Wen quickly shook his head and vetoed his idea.

It can't be, it's a creation. Although he couldn't see what it was about, he could feel a little "taste", which was a collection of the artist's spirit, and he couldn't fake it.

Could it be that at that moment, Wu Keming's soul traveled through time and space, combined with other artists, and went to abstraction out of thin air?

Maybe it's because since he entered the Tiangong Cave, Xu Wen has been thinking about the relationship between the two worlds from time to time, and at this time, this thought flashed through his mind inexplicably.

But after taking a closer look, he still thinks it's not.

The charm in this "painting" is still oriental, to put it more clearly, it is Wu Keming's, which is consistent with the style of his other works that Xu Wen has seen before.

But even so, the painting is still very strange, as if it is incomplete and lacks a lot of things.

"What do you think?" Lian Tianqing suddenly asked.

Xu Wen truthfully said his thoughts, and Lian Tianqing agreed: "It's true that there is something missing, but it's not completely because the water marks are dry. ”

Indeed, Xu Wen also thinks so, what is such a small part?

"I forgot to tell you, there's oil soap next to it!" Lian Linlin shouted outside.

"Hey!" Xu asked, grabbing the soap next to him.

In this era, soap has long been available, it is made of animal fat and plant ash, and there are soaps made with spices, and the price is medium, and those who are a little better can buy a small piece and put it at home.

Lian Linlin's soap is made by himself, and it is contained in a small bamboo basket next to it, pale cyan, exuding a faint fragrance of bamboo leaves.

This is not surprising, the whole bamboo flute alley is planted with bamboo, in front of the courtyard and behind the house, which is very good for materials.

Even the painting on the wall not far away is also hidden by the bamboo shadow, and even if you can't see the content of the painting, it will make people feel extraordinarily elegant.

With the soap in hand, Xu Wen took his eyes off the painting and began to wash his hair.

With your eyes closed, the faint fragrance of bamboo leaves lingers on your nose and becomes clearer.

Even Lin Lin didn't know what to add to the formula, and the soap didn't dry up at all when applied to the hair, but was extra moisturizing.

The water in the tub was very warm, and the misty drizzle never stopped, falling cold on the body and the water, intertwined with hot and cold, very comfortable.

At this moment, the sky lit up, tore through the dull sky, and another thunder rolled by.

Xu Wen seemed to be awakened by the thunder, raised his head, wiped his face sharply, and looked at the painting on the wall again.

His eyes sparkled, and he exclaimed, "I know what this painting is!"

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