Jiang Hua, who is far away in Qinghe City, took a fluttering cardboard box from the courier, and after opening it, it was a ball of white soft cotton wrapped in a plastic bag. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The curious golden retriever went around Jiang Hua's legs, trying to look up and sniff the things in Jiang Hua's hands, not understanding what the fluffy thing was.

Jiang Hua's fingers, shuttling in the white fluff, can clearly feel that the feel is much more comfortable than cotton, goose down and other clothing filling.

Not sure what material this is.

Jiang Hua studied it again, but he didn't understand it very well. She knows all kinds of wood textures by heart, but she is not very deep in clothing.

However, that doesn't stop her from making ready-to-wear.

According to Lin Zeng, only this ball of fluff is needed to make an adult dress.

Jiang Hua found a template for a generous men's padded jacket from the computer, studied it, and then went online to choose a light texture but a certain waterproof fabric, and the inner fabric is a comfortable and breathable checkered cotton cloth.

To be honest, in the choice of fabrics, with her attitude of excellence, I feel not satisfied.

In addition to natural cotton and linen silk products, many new materials of fabrics on the market, but there are no materials that take into account both waterproof and breathable options.

The process of making a garment, in the case of having a template, is actually not complicated.

For this reason, Jiang Hua also made a special trip back to his hometown Jiangfeng Town, and transported his professional electric sewing machine to the farm villa in Qinghe City.

The more complicated place of this cotton jacket lathe is that Jiang Hua uses a diamond-shaped car line, and a layer of patterns is carved on the surface of the coat, and the pattern of the quilt not only adds some patterns to the army green fabric, but also fixes the cotton wool and will not scatter everywhere.

After the coat was finished, Jiang Hua wiped it with a wet towel, then tried it on satisfactorily, and took a stinky look in the mirror for three minutes, and immediately couldn't wait to take it off.

Thin girls, dressed in wide men's clothes, have a different kind of neutral beauty.

But Jiang Hua wore it for less than three minutes, not because she had a short time to smell and be beautiful, but in Qinghe City, where the room temperature was more than ten degrees, wearing this thin coat that looked like an autumn coat, in less than three minutes, she was already so hot that she was sweating.

This garment is not amazing, but it is not as warm as a thick down jacket, if not surpassed.

Even in the cold winter, wearing this thin cotton coat, the function of keeping warm can be fully satisfied.

Especially Jiang Hua, who is not too afraid of the cold, has not worn a down jacket coat a few times in winter, and feels that this kind of clothes, unless she goes to the cold north, will not be of much use in Qinghe City.

This cotton coat was handmade by Jiang Hua herself, and she naturally knew that except for the fluff material mailed by Lin Zeng, the other fabrics were ordinary and could not have this effect.

This amazing effect also made Jiang Hua a little curious, what kind of material is this, which has such an excellent thermal insulation effect?

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Jiang Hua's curiosity was easily answered from Lin Zeng, but the doubts in the hearts of the citizens living in Mingyue Street in Beijing City could only be hung in their hearts, and no one answered.

This is a tomented poplar tree.

It was originally a troublesome poplar tree.

The poplar tree, which can be grown in 20 years, is already tall and straight, reaching a height of 20 meters, with wide leaves and verdant leaves, and poplar catkins like giant caterpillars hanging on the tree. A gust of north wind blew, and those fine velvet wool danced with the wind, some people were poetic, and some people were unbearable.

The pace of life in the metropolis is very fast, the poplar tree is tall and tall, and if it weren't for the straight trunk of this poplar tree, which is strangely printed with a few particularly eye-catching big characters, it is estimated that it will be difficult for anyone to find the difference for a long time.

"Plant Recycling Station"

On the trunk of the tree, the large characters of these standard official books are like bright and dangling signboards, attracting many onlookers to watch around this poplar tree.

Fortunately, this poplar tree grows not on the side of the road, but in a vacant lot next to a small park.

"What is this? Why do I think there's a house in the tree?" asked the young man next to him in surprise as an old man with a not-so-good eye.

"It's a treehouse, I don't know what it does. The young man in denim next to the old man was also very confused, and quickly took out his mobile phone, took several photos in a row, and sent them to Moments to ask others.

People who noticed the words "plant recycling station" looked up at the poplar canopy and found that this poplar tree was very special.

Ordinary poplar, the tree posture is majestic, the canopy is luxuriant, but between the leaves, there will always be sparse and dense, spring has just arrived, not yet May Day, the wind is still cold, the leaves have not yet grown, on this poplar, there are many poplars, and the leaves are thin, but looking up, there will always be through the vertical and horizontal branches, see the rare blue sky of Beijing City.

But the tree, labeled "Plant Recycling Station", is very different.

Its canopy resembles a new brush that has not been dipped in water, and the unopened lotus flower has a pointed tip and is surrounded by beautiful curves. Its canopy covers an area wider than any of the surrounding aspen trees, about twenty square meters, and the canopy seems to be covered with a white membrane, which does not block the sun's rays, but it is impossible to see what is mysterious in the canopy.

"Eh, let me go, let me pass. A female voice with a Sichuan accent shouted loudly outside the crowd.

The middle-aged aunt, dressed in a striking orange cleaner's uniform, dragged a bulging black plastic bag at her feet, was squeezed out of the crowd, and shouted a little impatiently: "You all give way, let everyone who doesn't use it, let me throw things." She shouted a few words, and the onlookers who blocked her way all gave her a way.

This aunt, a cleaner who looks to be in her fifties, is the cleaner in charge of cleaning in this area, she is exposed to the sun all year round, she works all day long, she is dark and thin. She dragged the plastic bag, and the opening of the plastic bag was not tightly closed, and the fluttering poplar catkins kept falling out during the movement.

"What does this eldest sister do?"

Everyone was curious.

I saw the cleaner's aunt walk up to the poplar with a trunk diameter of twenty or thirty centimeters, and from the pocket of the orange vest used by the cleaner, she took out a palm-sized green leaf, the leaf was as soft as a cloth, and it was squeezed into a ball in the pocket, but it was not broken.

The cleaner aunt pasted this green leaf on the poplar branch, and said loudly in a somewhat awkward Mandarin:

"I'm going to throw garbage!"

Her posture really has the momentum of standing in front of the treasure cave and shouting "Open the sesame door".

Others looked interesting, but this aunt looked serious.

When she finished shouting, she withdrew the leaf and put it back in her vest pocket.

For about ten seconds, the young man in denim who was replying to his friend's answer in the circle of friends, looked up and was dumbfounded to find that a strange thing with a red semi-oval appearance, about two basketballs in length and width, slowly rose from the canopy of the poplar tree, and landed right in front of the cleaner aunt.

"Wow! What is this?"

"High-tech? It's so interesting, hurry up and take pictures. ”

"I've lived for more than 70 years, and I've never seen a poplar with this thing, what's the matter?"

The crowd of onlookers, like popcorn bursting open, whether there are acquaintances or strangers standing next to them, are asking each other what has fallen from the poplar tree.

Others approached the cleaner's aunt and looked at her in a strange way.

The young man in denim didn't care about replying to the circle of friends, and squeezed to the cleaner's aunt, and his mobile phone kept taking pictures one after another.

If you look closely, this thing is actually a container, with a colorful flare on the edge, and a bright green rope of unknown material next to it, pulling it down slowly.

All eyes were on Aunt Cleaner, waiting for her next move.