"Go, ask the people at the inn to change into coarse cloth clothes for him."

Feng Yong turned his head and said to Ah Mei.

Seeing Mu Wuzhe take off the black thing, Feng Yong really didn't have the courage to pick it up.

"Where are your people now?"

"If you go back to your nobles, now not far outside the city, there are Ahsi of Homuxi following."

What mess?

Feng Yong's inquiring eyes looked at Wang Ping.

"I want to teach Feng Langjun to learn that Wang's name is called He Muxi in the Qiang people, and Axi is Dalang."

Wang Ping hurriedly explained.

Feng Yong nodded, indicating that he understood.

I thought that this Wang Ping was really cautious in doing things, if the Qiang people appeared outside the city in groups, they were afraid that they would be the heads of the city soldiers who took the merits.

Wang Xun is now a farmer appointed by the imperial court in Hanzhong, and he is a scum to the real magnates, but for those big-headed soldiers, it can be regarded as a deterrent: these Qiang people are going to be taken to Hanzhong for reclamation, which one dares to mess around?

explained the matter again, asked Mu Wuzhe to go back and take a good look at his people, and then arranged for someone to take Wang Ping down to rest.

"Has my brother ever gotten up?"

I just wanted to call Zhao Guang here, but I didn't expect him to come by himself.

But it's not surprising, this guy is used to eating Feng Zhuang's food when he was in the capital, and the things in the post house are even more unpalatable than his family, and it is the most normal to run around to eat.

Although she is away from home, the food she eats is not as good as at home, but Amei originally followed the cook in the house as soon as she entered the house, so she learned a lot of cooking skills, and the food she made was definitely much better than that made in the inn.

"Hey, brother, what is this?"

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Zhao Guang saw that Feng Yongzheng was thinking about the black and unknown object on the ground, and immediately bent down curiously to take a closer look, but he was so smoked that he wanted to vomit.

"What is this? Why does it stink so much? ”

Feng Yong glanced at Zhao Guang and didn't speak, in this case, if he could talk less, he would talk less.

Looking at Amei, whose face was as usual, she sighed at the nerves of this maid, covered her nose and pinched her voice and ordered: "Go and fetch a basin of water, put some stove ashes in it." ”

Zhao Guang heard this, and in line with the principle that what his brother values must be good things, he couldn't help but step forward, as if he wanted to see it clearly.

"Don't look at it, it's a wool brown coat."

I really didn't want Zhao Guang to flip that thing, because the fishy smell was even stronger, Feng Yong had to speak.

"Brother, where did this come from?"

Zhao Guang listened, then bypassed the brown clothes, walked to Feng Yong's side and asked.

As long as he didn't touch that thing, it was a good thing, Feng Yong didn't bother to speak again.

As soon as I opened my mouth, the stench rushed straight into my mouth, and I felt disgusting.

The water soon came, and he put the woolen brown coat in it and washed it, and when it was almost done, he poured out the water again, changed the basin of water, and washed it again.

Even in the later era of great industry, in the great northwest, there were still people who washed wool by ancient methods and then woven it into clothes by hand.

This situation is generally due to the fact that it is located in the depths of the Gobi Desert and is only found in some small villages because of the inconvenient transportation.

Feng Yong had seen it when he went to engage in the military and civilian fish and water situation, and those herdsmen took their wool and went to the saline-alkali land to wash it, or took the plants that grew in the saline-alkali land, burned them into ashes and washed them in hot water.

When I asked them why, they couldn't tell why, only that it was passed down by their ancestors, saying that they could be washed clean.

Later, the instructor who came out of the military academy explained Feng Yong's confusion, saying that the alkaline water in the saline-alkali land could neutralize the oil of the wool, and the mutton fat could be dissolved at a certain water temperature.

So Feng Yong knew that it was possible to clean the raw wool with alkaline water.

Why is knowledge power?

You don't have the knowledge to know what alkaline is? Do you know how to get alkaline water?

Grass ash is alkaline, and this is the power of knowledge!

As for how much plant ash to use, and whether the alkaline concentration is too high will damage the wool, it is a matter of repeated testing in the future, at most it can only be regarded as cumbersome, as long as there is patience, the difficulty is almost zero.

Feng Yong did not think that he could achieve the level of industrialization in later generations, and his highest expectation was to make wool into clothes that could be accepted by the Han people.

As for how many grades and what kind of sheep are divided into like later generations, and even the origin of the sheep, where does he get the leisure?

Clothes made of wool don't have that fishy smell, no grease, can be worn on the body, can keep warm, that's enough, everything else doesn't matter!

Clothes made of wool are much warmer than ordinary silk and linen clothes, and this is the most important thing.

Like those rich and noble families, you can still wear fur clothes to keep out the cold in winter.

The average landlord and old rich man, at most, put on a few more robes and gather around the fire to keep warm.

As for the head of Qian, cover the orange pole and go! It's okay to say in the south, but in the north, people freeze to death every year, which is normal.

After washing it a few times, the stench gradually disappeared, and the black on the clothes began to fade.

"Brother, why don't you have some breakfast first and then come and see?"

Zhao Guang couldn't bear it, turned around a few times, and finally suggested.

Amei can't be separated, which one will serve you for breakfast?

The longer he came to this world, the more depraved he felt that he was depraved, and now that no one served him food, he himself was too lazy to move.

Besides, I still smelled that smell just now, how can I have the appetite to eat now?

Feng Yong glanced at Zhao Guang and said, "If you want to eat, you should eat first, I'm not hungry." ”

Zhao Guang listened and stopped talking stupidly.

I don't know if it's because he was worn by that Mu Wuzhe for too long, or because of other reasons, in short, the final color of the woolen clothes is not white as Feng Yong imagined, but gray with yellow.

"Alright, I'll take it and I'll see."

Ah Mei listened, worked hard to wring it out, and then handed it over.

If the woolen clothes of later generations were treated like this, it is estimated that they would have been gone long ago.

But in this day and age, you don't have to worry about these details at all.

Picking up a small piece of clothing and twisting it carefully, Feng Yong nodded.

Yes, although the clothes have almost been washed to the point of falling apart, all Feng Yong wants to know now is to see the effect of alkaline water on cleaning wool, which seems to be barely up to the requirements at present.

The further test subject, of course, was to take the freshly sheared wool.

Zhao Guang saw Feng Yong's satisfied expression, and he really couldn't see anything satisfactory about this piece of clothing that had been washed.

stepped forward and learned from Feng Yong for a moment, and wondered: "Brother, what are you going to do with this thing?" ”

threw his clothes on the ground, clapped his hands, glanced at Zhao Guang, and smiled mysteriously: "You will know in the future." ”

In a good mood, he instructed: "Wash your hands well, and then get ready for breakfast." ”