Wang Hou estimated that he was ashamed, he was hanging here and basking in the sun all day long, looking like a ruffian Liu Bang, compared to Lu Ji was much more dedicated than him, and followed the chief of the personal guard to the textile workshop located on the outskirts of the city in a daze, as soon as he entered, he saw her standing there staring intently, two carpenters followed and squatted and watched, and six women in the city shook the big wheel together in a novelty, one by one after the seeds, the large pieces of cotton magically rotated with the wheel, and merged into a thin cotton thread.

With the thread, it's time to weave!

In fact, the defense line machine is not a new technology, flax spinning and silk reeling are similar to the technology, but for cotton, some adjustments need to be made, but with fresh fish salt, and then soak concentrated salt water to keep the technology the same, the method is very simple, but the most difficult is to come up with something out of nothing.

Cotton has been transmitted to the Central Plains when Zhang Qian passed through the Western Regions in the Western Han Dynasty, but now it is the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, and it is still raised in Cao Cao's garden as an ornamental plant!

And from the ornamental flowers to the clothes people wear, there is only one bullet of difference!

This is Wang Hou's own idea, next to the spinning machine not far from a big case, the cotton sent from Funiu Mountain after the seeding, was spread on this table, two craftsmen one holding a one-meter-long bamboo bow hanging on the table, the other hand carrying a rolling pin like a hammer, a hammer hammer on the downward bowstring, a magical scene suddenly emerged, originally a lump of tight cotton in the trembling arch whipping, visible expansion of the naked eye, The cotton fibers were completely opened, and the white cotton with a hint of yellowish was piled up on the table like a big cloud.

I really don't know how the genius who first invented the method of playing cotton got the inspiration, anyway, Wang Hou got the inspiration from the shop next to the market in their community, because before the crossing, their family was there every day with a loud horn.

"Bounce cotton~"

Engrossed in supervising the spinning, Lu Ji didn't even know that Wang Hou had come in, and Wang Hou's arm suddenly put his arm around her slender and lovely shoulder, and immediately frightened her delicate body stiffened, and she turned her head in amazement, looking at Wang Hou's old face that had also begun to grow a ginseng beard, she was relieved.

However, people in this era are really not used to the intimacy and casualness of modern people, although they did not push away Wang Hou and hugged her arm, but this girl still complained with a red face.

"Master, there are so many people!"

"The cloth is spun out?"

What diverted her attention was work, hugging her, Wang Hou's eyes fell on the loom on the last side, where more than a dozen bundles of cotton threads that had been spun had been placed on the loom, and a weaver had been diligently dragged by a weaver to weave out a shuttle more than a meter long.

"The master is really a genius, even those top-secret cotton weaving methods of the people of the Western Regions can be cracked so easily! This material is really good! Although it is not as lustrous as silk, it is better than delicate, far softer than linen, and it is also insulated, waiting for the first new cloth to come down, the concubine must personally sew a new robe for the master! ”

If you have a wife who is virtuous and virtuous, what more can a husband ask for?

Looking at this girl's bright eyes, Wang Hou's heart felt drunk for two or three minutes, and in Lu Ji's exclamation, he suddenly slapped her on her slender waist, and hugged her in his arms like that in the idol drama, his eyes stared directly at her big eyes in a daze, and he looked at the very domineering president's eyes.

"Woman, then I'm looking forward to your robe!"

In Lu Ji's stupidity again, Wang Hou hugged her slender waist and then turned around in a half circle, and his eyes were domineering The president was so fierce to the man The two carpenters of the palace who covered their old faces, but leaked a finger between their eyes, pretended to be high and asked.

"Have you learned how to make a cotton bow, a spinning wheel, a loom, and a carding machine, which Madame has improved?"

"Back to the master, it's all going to be!"

This time, he didn't cover his eyes and pretended, holding his fists, and the two of them bowed together, but Wang Hou's next sentence made them almost vomit blood.

"There is still a month before the autumn cotton picking, and during this time, you will build 300 elastic cotton beds, 1,000 spinning wheels, and 1,000 looms for Benzhou Mujian!"

In an instant, the faces of the two carpenters turned green, Wang Hou is simply Zhou Peel! But before they could nod their heads, Wang Hou had already spoken again.

"Have you heard of Tai Shi Gong! If you can't complete the task, Benzhou Mu will cut off your little head with a click, and let you and Taishi Gong worship and call your son brothers! ”

"Little Leader!"

A layer of cold sweat broke out on his head, and he hurriedly agreed, and the two carpenters ran away.

Is the show of affection of the state pastor so good-looking? Don't toss you both blame! However, after satisfying the bad taste, hugging Lu Ji's slender waist, Wang Hou leisurely walked up to the second floor again.

Now this huge factory building that he ordered to be built in the spring is still empty at this time, only a few rows of spinning wheels and looms placed at the door, but from here to look out, next to the port not far from the coastal plain, one after another cotton fields have been green and gratifying, and the huge cotton peach white flowers are showing their heads, gently swaying with the sea breeze, white and gratifying!

The cotton contractors were painfully and happily carrying the fish offal and manure that had been fully fermented from the biogas digester of the port canteen, and sprinkled it on the roots of the cotton.

Although the Han Empire is huge, it is the first time that the dung still asks for money! But thinking that after the autumn harvest, two asbestos peaches can be exchanged for one stone of wheat, and a happy smile still appeared on the faces of these contractors.

Looking down, Wang Hou's old face was also full of happiness, but compared with their happy divine light, the happiness on the face of Lord Zhou Mu always had a feeling of golden light, and a pair of pupils seemed to have changed into the shape of five baht coins.

In these years, cloth is directly currency!

…………

It is really called the deceased like Sifu, reluctant to give up day and night, in a blink of an eye, it is the day of the autumn harvest again, and the entire emerging Rizhao City has fallen into a kind of extraordinarily romantic excitement.

In the past few days, even the steel mill has been on holiday, the whole family has started together, and the children have also participated in the labor, one by one the cotton peaches are pulled down, and the cotton is thrown into the burden, and the burden is full, and the anxious growers have just picked up the burden, and they can't wait to pick up the back door of the Rizhao Yamen and go there to change things.

At the beginning, it was said that there were two asbestos peaches and one stone of wheat, but when I really arrived at the place, I found a dazzling array of goods, such as the old wine of Jimo, the new hoe of Rizhao, the fence, the fresh fish, the millet, the wheat, and the bacon, so that the growers who carried the burden were dazzled for a while.

After a long selection, the burden was filled with bacon, cloth, and grain, and the whole family walked to their manor outside the city with great interest, the children were looking forward to the fish and meat for dinner, the women were thinking about how to cut two new clothes, and the men were simply grinning for the happiness of the women and children, and then they were more energetic to drill into the cotton field and pull the cotton peach downward.

The long-lost sense of happiness has been created in Rizhao County.

On the other side, in the Rizhao Commercial Building, in Wang Hou's fifth-floor state pasture suite, his "happiness" also came.

"How? Master! ”

"This is a new cotton robe that Sister Lu and I have worked hard to design and sew for you! After the old man put it on, his posture really improved a little more! ”

Cao Hongjie is a happy smile on her face, but behind her, Lu Ji's smile is obviously a little stiff, and the corners of Wang Hou's mouth are also twitching in front of the huge brass mirror.

Lu Ji wanted to sew a new cotton robe for himself, and in his mind, Wang Hou's first impression was Wu Yanzu in a black cotton cloak, but now, in the mirror, he has become Huang Bo wearing an old army coat and selling sweet potatoes with his arms!

"How's that? Master! You're here to say something! ”

"Ahh It's just great, look at the cuffs, look at the stitches, you really care about the red festival! But sir, I am dressed so handsomely, but the prime minister does not have a new cotton clothes, when I think about this, I am uneasy in my heart, or, let's dedicate this cotton clothes to the prime minister? ”

"Yes! What the master said is very much, sister, do me a favor, let's sew new cotton clothes for the prime minister for the winter! ”

said happily, pulling Lu Ji, who was crying with a small face, this girl went down with great interest, leaving Wang Houbei to freeze in front of the mirror with an old face.

However, looking down at the new cotton robe that was as dirty as the old army coat, Wang Hou's old face showed a lewd smile again.

Forget it, if you want soil together, you can pull an unlucky one! Thinking that Mr. Cao was also wearing a dirty military coat with a scumbag drop, and his face was full of helplessness, he couldn't help but be happy!