"Xiaojuan, are you okay?" Xiaoxi asked lazily as she lay comfortably on the sofa, leisurely crossed Erlang's legs. It can be seen that her eyes are straight and hollow.

A disgruntled voice came from the bathroom. "Oh, I'm, what are you urging?"

Brook rolled her eyes speechlessly at her rudeness and continued to look at the ceiling, emptying her mind.

It's finally a holiday, and Chen Yubin didn't sleep lazy today, so he got up early in the morning and accompanied Mr. Chen to climb the mountain.

Therefore, there are only the two of them in the house now, which is why Zhao Juan dares to speak so bluntly.

"Okay, okay, I'm out, urging and urging, urging what. With a 'squeak', Zhao Juan pushed open the bathroom door and walked out of it. Grumbling as he straightened his clothes.

Xiaoxi snorted coldly and rolled over and sat up. "Hmph, I'm urging you, who pulled me up from the bed at eight o'clock, but I cleaned it up, and someone was still grinding. ”

Seeing her rummaging through old accounts, Zhao Juan hurriedly raised her hand to surrender, picked up the small satchel on the sofa, and dragged the stream out.

Xiaoxi didn't embarrass her, and got up and walked out cooperatively.

Looking at the small satchel on her waist, Zhao Juan liked it more and more, and looked at it several times in her hand before putting it back in. This is the first time she has been on the street since she received it, and it is very novel.

"Xiaoxi, this bag you made is so beautiful, when will you make another one for me?" blinked his eyes and looked at Xiaoxi expectantly.

This kind of small bag is easy to make, and you can make one in a while. Xiaoxi nodded and said, "Yes, tell me what form you want when the time comes, and I'll do it for you, or I'll teach you to do it." ”

"Really?" Zhao Juan looked at her in surprise.

Brook nodded. "Actually, it's very simple, as long as you know how to sew a machine. ”

"Okay, later, let's buy some cloth and go back, and you can teach me how to do it." ”

"Hmm. ”

Since Xiaoxi found out that the eggs in the weaving room were silkworm babies, he fed them mulberry leaves.

The seven silkworm babies eat a lot of food, each of them can eat seven mulberry leaves a day, so they grow very big, and they have to spin silk every day. Their spinning silk is different from the usual silkworm spinning, and they do not trap themselves in it.

After spitting out the silk, they were fed mulberry leaves the next day, and they continued to eat, and then spit again, until they had eaten all the mulberry leaves from the seven mulberry trees, and then they wrapped themselves and began to lay eggs.

Laying eggs is different, ordinary silkworms have to lay hundreds of eggs, but these silkworms only lay one egg. Exactly, seven more eggs.

Moreover, the eggs seemed to be asleep, and the brook waited for several days for them to hatch again, and she thought that the eggs were waiting for the mulberry leaves on the tree to grow again, so she put them in the box and put them back in their place.

A baby silkworm can spit out one cocoon a day, so there are three hundred and forty-three cocoons in total, all of which are the size of a fist, because they eat a lot.

The cocoons that are picked up every day are packed in plastic bags.

Xiaoxi didn't know how to do this, so one day, she experimentally took a bag of silkworm cocoons and put them directly into the black box behind the loom.

What I didn't expect was that it could be spun like this. Looking at the piece of silk in his hand, which was one meter wide and seventy centimeters long, silk, real silk, Xiaoxi was overjoyed.

This piece of silk, pure white, is very shiny and very pleasant to touch. This also made Xiaoxi excited, and threw all the remaining cocoons into it, except for the bag of cocoons with silkworm chrysalis.

She leaned on the black box, thinking about the seven mulberry trees and seven silkworms, and thought of the seven colors. What I didn't expect was that the silk woven this time turned out to be colorful, and I was stunned when I saw Xiaoxi.

It's colorful, it's exotic, and it's also very good-looking.

This is how the silk is woven, the colors are too complicated, too fancy, I don't know what it can do.

She thought that the weaving should be harder and thicker, and used to make some small handicrafts, which should look good.

Anyway, she thought that some were some, and the three-meter-five silk that she knitted in the end was simply varied.

The front is about thirty centimeters and is colored silk. About a meter in the middle is also colored, but it is much thicker and harder, and it no longer looks like silk. The latter part, in just two colors, is blue and yellow.

Xiaoxi looked at the silk horse, and couldn't laugh or cry, but she didn't expect it to end up like this. She thought about cutting them up so that they would be easy to use when the time came.

Just do it, anyway, I can't sleep at this time. Xiaoxi got out of bed cautiously, walked barefoot to the desk, took out a small pair of scissors from the pen holder, and carefully returned to the bed, taking the scissors into the space.

"Hmm, what's the matter, why can't you cut it?" Xiaoxi tried a few more times, and found that this scissor really couldn't cut the silk. She bought these scissors for paper-cutting, and they should be very sharp, but there is no trace left on the silk, which is weird.

She didn't believe in evil, so she went to the side warehouse to find a piece of cotton cloth, tried it with the scissors in her hand, and cut a hole very easily. It doesn't seem to be the scissors' problem, it's the paper's problem!

Xiaoxi remembered that this silk, from the mulberry tree to the silkworm, is extraordinary, and it seems that the silk woven is also it.

But no matter how extraordinary this thing is, if you can't use it, it's worthless.

Xiaoxi had no choice but to put away his things and get out of the space.

Lying on the bed, she thought about what to do with the silk, and it couldn't be used when it was knitted, so she was disturbed when she thought about it.

Sure enough, I can't sleep when I have something in my heart.

Afraid of waking up Granny Chen on the side, Xiaoxi lay on the bed without moving, closed her eyes, and forced herself to sleep.

Suddenly, she remembered something and hurried into the space again. Sure enough, I found a small box in front of the loom.

This small box is full of miscellaneous small things, and it is very messy. When the textile room first opened, she looked at it and didn't look at it again. Coupled with the fact that the box was placed in front of the loom, she thought it was used as a chair.

But this box is definitely useful here.

Brook opened the box with hope. Seeing this messy box again, she was still shocked, how could it be so messy.

Sure enough, she found a pair of scissors inside, as well as needle and thread, but they were all scattered. Xiaoxi couldn't, so she had to put the scissors aside and clean up the contents of the box first.

All the needles were put in a plastic bottle that originally contained a toothpick. The threads are wrapped, a plastic box is used, and the yards are neat. There were also miscellaneous things like awls, top beads, etc., and it took her half an hour just to pack up this box. Then he took the scissors and prepared to cut the silk.