Hi's proposal was met with everyone's approval, and it stands to reason that the mysterious world is the best. There www.biquge.info no wars and dynastic changes in this, but the problem is that human life is limited, and if you want to build a silk base, you must ensure that those embroidery girls are passed down from generation to generation. An Yifei doesn't want the mysterious world to become so bustling, after all, this is a paradise-like place.

"If you can grow mulberry hemp and keep it peaceful for a long time, there is no suitable place except for the mysterious world. Even if it is the longest Zhou Dynasty, it is only more than 800 years", Cai Yan, who was already familiar with ancient and modern history, frowned, like other women, he never thought of a more suitable place than the mysterious world.

Black Tan's voice echoed in An Yifei's mind, "Master, have you forgotten the underwater city?" I can complete the underwater city under construction near Zhongzhou Island as soon as possible, and build this mulberry base. Although technology cannot replace human embroidery technology, it can create a perfect natural environment and provide the best growth environment for mulberry trees and silkworm babies."

"Hmm", An Yifei secretly blamed himself for not expecting this, so he relayed Hei Tan's words to everyone.

"Hey, yes, why did you forget that there is such a good place as an underwater city", Hi knocked lightly on the back of her head, "So, there is only one question left, everyone has read a lot of history, and think which era of silk quality and craftsmanship is the best?" ”

At this moment, it caused a debate among everyone, Huo Mei, Xiao Qiao, etc., who were born in the Han Dynasty, of course, thought that the silk of their time was the best; And Li Jilan and Little Lori Yuhuan insisted that the silk of the Tang Dynasty was the best. A group of beauties were chattering, An Yifei didn't bother to care about them, put her hands behind her back, walked to the terrace, and recalled countless dark histories in ancient history.

"I'm not God, and even if I save people in one of the parallel worlds, I can't change the historical development of the other worlds. Countless alien invasions, destroying brilliant civilizations, and then reborn again and again. The first few 'tours' were basically to peacetime. This time, it's time to save people, so who is the most worthy of saving? ”

Contrary to other technologies, embroidery, porcelain manufacturing, etc., are constantly progressing with the development of history, the Southern Song Dynasty before the Mengyuan Dynasty, and the Suzhou weaving before the Manchu Qing Dynasty are the peak of these crafts. The once glorious ancient Shu embroidery was basically extinct after the Mengren Sichuan Massacre. These, An Yifei wants to save.

Ji didn't participate in the argument, walked up to him, and asked clearly, "Then go to the Southern Song Dynasty, if you can't save everything, just screen some of them, whether it is Shu embroidery or Su embroidery, bring some back." Let the world see the once splendid civilization"

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"Xiangyang was broken, and the city was slaughtered ......", An Yifei and the others looked at the anxious Song people around them with mixed feelings, their spirit was obviously much worse than their ancestors.

"What's wrong with these Wu people?" , whether it is Mao Yan in the Spring and Autumn Period, or Yu Ji, Xiao Qiao, they all looked at the people running around the street in disappointment. Their general height is much worse than that of their own and other people's times, not to mention 180 cm, men over 170 cm are rare, almost all of them look cowardly.

Yu Ji muttered gloomily, "This is the birthplace of the overlord, have the children of Jiangdong been harmed by the science you said?" ”

An Yifei nodded, did not speak, and looked at the men who were generally dressed in civilian clothes on the street, as well as most of their pale faces, "Not only science, but also the bald donkey sect that parasitizes on the tree of Chinese culture, absorbing nutrients and making its body weaker and weaker." The erection of the swarm and the death of the strong man ......"

Ji noticed a few scholars on the side of the street with resolute faces, and knew that these men must be desperately thinking, so she shook her head, "With such a weak figure, what's the use of just having a warm blood?" ”

"Let's go, now you should understand, why I said that Liu Che is a sinner through the ages, if Huaxia has always respected Huang Lao's learning, it will not fall to this", An Yifei shook his head, and walked along the bluestone road to a large workshop with a plaque that read "Embroidery Workshop".

The Southern Song Dynasty was a deformed child of economy and culture, after taking up science and becoming a vassal of the Jin State, the people developed their economy and culture like a carnival in the last days, building the world's largest sea ships and creating an output value several times the world average at that time.

The economically developed Nanzong has already appeared in intensive production workshops, such as textiles, embroidery, ceramics, etc., which can reach Arabia as far as Arabia by sea ships to and from Dongying and other places. is like a little fat sheep in the meat that is constantly raised, and finally leads to the end of being brutally killed by the wolves.

The streets are very clean, and the surrounding buildings have long abandoned the Tang style of the Northern Song Dynasty, close to the "ancient houses" of later generations, and the high walls show the extreme lack of self-confidence in the hearts of the men and the psychology of pursuing the stability of a small family. The small bridge flows, the high wall is deep, and the pattern already has a strong atmosphere of science.

"There is still a little Tang style left, look at that building", Li Jilan said very little when she was around these beauties, and finally couldn't help but point to a building by the stream in the distance, just like meeting an old friend.

"The building is some years old, and it should have been built during the Northern Song Dynasty. It's a pity that it will soon disappear in the flames of war", An Yifei shook his head at the building with a strong Tang style, and continued to walk towards the "embroidery workshop" a little farther away.

In the distance, everyone finally saw a strong man, slightly shorter than An Yifei and muscular. Seeing them approaching, he shouted: "Let's go, take the women to hide in the countryside, don't come to look for work", which made everyone's favor for him soar.

"Dude, is this an embroidery workshop?" , An Yifei didn't stop his steps, and walked up to the strong man with the girls wearing masks of all sizes and asked.

"Yes, man. Take the women with you, the Tartars are inhuman. You are not deaf, you should have heard the words of those people who fled to Jiangbei, killing people and setting fires. I heard that your accent is from Lin'an Mansion, right? This is the embroidery workshop of the Sprinkle family, and the embroidery girls have been dismissed."

Li Jilan couldn't help but ask in a similar accent: "Da Lang, why haven't you run away?" She was born in Wu County, and her accent is not much different from that here in Shaoxing Prefecture.

"I can't go, there are a few embroidery girls who have something to delay at home, and they didn't come to the workshop a few days ago. You know that we are all mountainous, the news is not good, and the Mongols will come in ten days at most. I have to remind them to hide in the mountains."

The man's honesty was revealed from his words. An Yifei asked: "Brother, I want to ask, is there anyone in your embroidery workshop who is particularly skilled?" I can leave with her and her family and go to ......, a paradise to escape the war."

Only then did he look at An Yifei with a surprised face, his temperament had an indescribable sense of closeness. Feeling that it didn't seem to be fake, the man shouted at the house not far away: "Hunjia, bring the latest embroidery"

In the distance, a beautiful woman walked out of the house, which made everyone's eyes shine, and after the man noticed, "Ha, this is my Hun family, beautiful, right?" She is from a scholarly family, don't underestimate me, my grandfather also served as a county lieutenant."

Everyone laughed, ignoring the naughty fellow, and stared at the approaching woman and the silk she was holding.

"Beautiful", after Ji and Mao Yan took it, as soon as they opened, everyone seemed to have come to the garden, on the white satin, there were lifelike peonies, butterflies, etc., and the silk itself, fused into one. Look at the stitches, the embroiderer's heart is finer than the hair.

The man ignored the white eyes of his wife, and said in a rough voice: "My Hun's family is the famous first embroidery in Shaoxing Mansion, and everything she embroidered with her own hands is a sought-after item, and someone once exchanged a silk for five war horses."

An Yifei understands that in the Southern Song Dynasty, it is very remarkable to be able to exchange for five war horses. Even in their own time, the price of an ordinary horse is higher than that of a car, let alone a war horse.

Hi and other ancient women knew how valuable war horses were, and when they heard the words, "Oh", Li Jilan saw several girls walking over in the distance, "Hey, Da Lang, are you talking about them?" ”

After a glance, the man nodded: "Yes, the leader is Qingqing, and the three of them are cousins, and they are all apprentices of my Hun family." Qingqing's father has just passed away and has come back to deal with the aftermath. These three sisters will be orphans in the future", and then turned to ask, "Brother, there is really a paradise, how about we go with you?" ”

"Of course, let's pack up, we have to go somewhere else. When the time comes, you will understand", after An Yifei finished speaking, Hi and the others helped the woman pack up the materials in the embroidery workshop. After coming back, Qingqing and others also began to help.

It was only when many things were magically disappeared that these people came to their senses. The ancients quickly accepted the theory of gods and monsters, and completely believed in An Yifei's "paradise" theory.

When Ji took the women to pack up the supplies, An Yifei and the two of them were dealing with a few mulberry trees nearby, "Brother Fei, this is what my father planted, it is the best seedling he can find, and the silk used in the embroidery of the Hunjia embroidery is spit out by the silkworms who grew up eating these mulberry leaves." Half of the credit for her first embroidery is to these mulberry trees."

After in-depth understanding, An Yifei knew that this man's name was Zhou Chengyi, and his Hun family was named Wu Xiuniang. The embroidery workshop is a double word.

There weren't many things in the embroidery workshop, and it didn't take much effort to put in the star ring, so she quickly took the women to finish their work and came to the two men.

"Stop, you can't dig like this, I'll do it", after stopping An Yifei's intention to pull the mulberry tree out of the ground, after his hands were linked, and the pale green gas appeared, wrapping a few mulberry trees, these plants seemed to be alive, just like humans climbing out of the pit, discarding a small number of unwanted roots, "climbing" to the side, and then falling there without moving.

Even if they already knew that these were some "fairy"-like characters, Zhou Chengyi and the others still opened their mouths wide and it was difficult to close them for a long time.