Gu Qinmo knew that the cloth used by ancient people as a quilt cover did not have modern duvets or cotton wool in the core.

It is possible for the rich to use silk cotton, while the poor use some vegetation filling or animal fur, reed, hemp, and hair.

Poor families are self-sufficient, raising silkworms and growing cotton at home, men ploughing and women weaving, and women can naturally weave cloth at home and make cotton wool to keep out the cold.

When a man comes back from hunting, he has animal skins, which is the best item to keep out the cold.

Rich families don't have to worry about being cold.

However, these are outsiders to Qin Mo, people who belong to the poor but don't know how to weave by themselves.

Something like cotton is definitely needed to make a mattress, but Qin Mo doesn't know where to buy it.

Qin Mo inquired about others, there was only one small textile factory in the town, and the spun cloth was generally sold in the store.

The textile factory is at the back of the cloth village, where there are three or four female workers all year round, and the spun cloth is sold in the front store.

After Qin Mo inquired, he went to the door.

After finding the shopkeeper, Qin Mo came to explain his intentions, but the shopkeeper responded without any passes.

It's not cheap.

Cotton is a summer crop, of course, there is no shortage now, to this price is not low, twenty catties of cotton is spent a hundred dollars, but, you need it, you must give, just before leaving and asked the owner of the shop for some bad color in the textile factory and not formed rotten cotton wool, the boss this time is generous, do not accept Qin Mo's money, and then Qin Mo carried half a basket of cotton wool, when he left, he thanked a thousand people, and then walked out of the store like this.

Twenty catties of cotton wool was still not enough, Qin Mo took advantage of the fact that it was still early, went to the slaughterhouse, the place where chickens and geese were slaughtered, and bought some chicken feathers and duck feathers.

It didn't smell too much, so he stuffed it into the back basket and then rushed back to the village with it on his back.

Qin Mo, who has been accustomed to sleeping in duvets in modern times, actually found that many of his living habits are still not similar to those of the ancients, such as this quilt, Qin Mo must come according to his own needs.

When he went home, it was still early, and after lunch, Qin Mo took out the only complete utensils at home - two dustpans, first of all, he dug out the cotton in the back basket and dried the cotton.

And these chicken feathers, duck feathers, are carried on their backs, together with Liying, Liying is carrying water, and she is washing these chicken feathers.

Ouch, Qin Mo, where did you go to ask for these hairs, they are so dirty, they really stink.

came up together, and now squatting by the pond, Li Ying put a bucket into the water and paddled back and forth, and turned her head to look at Qin Mo, who had a black and red face that was a little chubby, and her voice was exceptionally light.

Belch. Qin Mo just buried his head and rubbed those chicken and duck feathers vigorously with a soap horn.

In fact, she didn't want to explain, there was no flocculation at home, and this chicken feathers and duck feathers were indeed the best thing to keep warm.

Otherwise, there is no such thing as a down jacket, and some down jackets indicate that the ingredient is duck down.

You have to be careful not to get the water dirty, because the whole village is counting on it for food.

Seeing Qin Mo rubbing those feathers with soap, Li Ying reprimanded beside her with a calm face, for fear that Qin Mo would rub those bubbles into this pond of water.

Oh. Qin Mo responded cautiously, looking down at his hand, he was actually very careful.

The water in this pond is actually wading down from the top of the mountain, and the mountain behind Chishui Village is really not low, it is said that this mountain stretches for thousands of kilometers in the future, which can not be described as a big mountain, and the pond in this half of the mountain is the mountain water flowing down, and it is living water here.

Therefore, no matter how dry Chishui Village is, there is always water in this half of the mountain.

In the event of a drought, this pond is a life-saving place for the whole village.

Because Qin Mo knew, he was very careful in his work.

Qin Mo, do you have a sweetheart?

Waiting for Liying to fetch another bucket of water, suddenly Qin Mo heard such a sentence, Qin Mo was stunned, his hands stiffened for a moment, and then he raised his head again, and then, looking at Liying, there was an imperceptible blush on her face.

Qin Mo almost gasped.

Hee-hee-hee. The steps were wet with the water coming up from the waves, and Liying moved her red cloth shoes backwards.

Without waiting for Qin Mo to answer, Liying smiled again, and suddenly entered a state of self-intoxication

My mother said that she wanted to book my marriage as soon as possible, she said, the big family in the next village, the son of the squire Wang is not bad, the person is good, and the family is good, Qin Mo, do you think I have a chance to marry him-!

As soon as she spoke, Li Ying looked up and saw Qin Mo smiling blankly.

Qin Mo was stunned, as if his whole body was stiff.

I was also a little surprised, could it be that the ancient people were going to talk about starting a family at such a young age.

Li Ying is only nine years old, only a little more than a year older than her current self, do these young people have to think about marriage...

It's really true, the girl's heart, the spring heart germinates early.

Qin Mo didn't answer, because, Qin Mo felt that these things were still far away from him.

What kind of prince squire's son do you like??!

Seeing Li Ying's intoxicated smile on her face, Qin Mo also collected his feet, and then stopped the movements in his hand, staring at her with wide eyes to test her.

But I didn't know this question, Liying looked even more drunk, holding her face, as if she was intoxicated by something.

He didn't care about others, and he giggled.

When I smiled, my black and red face seemed to be a lot more gorgeous in an instant.

Alas, Qin Mo's heart is cold, it is estimated that it is the spring dream of a spring girl...

I don't care about anything else, or wash the chicken and duck feathers in my hand first.