Chapter Seventy-Two: The Great Age of Weaving

He Chou was eager to see how Yun Lang carried out his plan, but he didn't expect that Yun Lang did not go to Guo Jie, but instead summoned a large group of Qiang women who lived near the military camp to come to the military camp.

These women, and even all the Qiang people in the city, thought that the only reason for these women to go to the barracks was to be bullied by those soldiers.

There was a lot of relatives in the city, and the large-scale bullying of women would arouse the anger of the people wherever it was placed.

Seeing those women escorted into the barracks under the escort of the soldiers, countless red-eyed men were guarding the door, these damn Han people, even sixty-year-old women did not let go.

The grief-stricken men had already formed an alliance at a glance at each other, and I don't know which one of them shouted, and the rest of the men immediately followed suit.

The guards didn't care, standing behind the horses, the spears had formed a forest of spears, the crossbows had been opened, and the clusters of arrows flashing with cold light made those grieving and angry Qiang men gradually come to some sense.

I don't know who started to sing a desolate Qiang folk song, and the rest of the Qiang people sang along with whether they could sing it or not.

"The younger sister followed the wolf, and there is no hope of returning to her hometown in this life...... Hahaha, Yunlang, you're really a wolf......"

After hearing the songs of those Qiang people, Dantou laughed and fell, and he didn't know why a person of his age didn't have the slightest sense of respect.

Yun Lang frowned and said: "What kind of musical instrument will fix the dead tone, the Huns don't have a good life for a few days all year round, and most of them live extremely lonely, so they will lengthen the intonation and try to keep their voices in the air for a longer time, so ah, if the voice is lengthened, the intonation will naturally become distant and vicissitudes, and there seem to be countless words in the heart but can't tell, there is a subtle beauty."

The Qiang people are even more miserable than the Xiongnu, they live in either deserts or high mountains, and if they want to tell what is on their minds, do they have their own language, and whether there is anyone to teach them how to express their hearts in the Han language.

So, they don't care what the rhyme is, as long as they can sing it along with it, it's a song, and as for the lyrics, they can change it at any time, after all, it's not easy to create a rhyme with their ability.

You know? In the beginning, it was not a musical instrument, but was used to scare the horses so that they could escape, and the sharp sound could also scare away wild beasts, so the Qiang people were all good at blowing the squirt. ”

He Chou was stunned for a while, then grabbed Yun Lang and said: "You know the things in the army, the old man is not strange, the old man is just wondering why you even know such a strange thing?" Are you a Qiang? ”

"Don't worry, I'm a Han, I can't be pure Han anymore, if I were a Qiang, you would have died a long time ago."

"You killed the old man?"

Yun Lang sighed and said: "The difference between me and you is the difference between ten thousand enemies and a hundred enemies, isn't Xiang Yu's kind of character dead?" ”

"You actually compare you to Liu Bang?"

Yun Lang was stunned for a moment, looked at He Chou and said: "After all, I am His Majesty's courtier, can you use the honorific title when mentioning Emperor Taizu Gao in front of me?" ”

He Chou You laughed and said: "I only respect the contemporary emperor, and I have nothing to do with the dead!" If it is the emperor, I will be loyal, will I do my best?

Yun Lang picked a thumbs up and said, "You are the most domineering person I have ever seen!" ”

He Chou laughed indifferently and said: "So, Your Majesty generally doesn't allow me to leave the palace, but this time I came out, but I didn't expect that just a few little cubs would make the old man feel worthwhile." ”

Yun Lang saw the women crying and entering the courtyard, so he no longer talked nonsense to He Chouyou, but stepped forward and said to the group of old women who were walking in the front and said, "Please come here today, there is a business to discuss with you, see if it can be done." ”

An old woman at the head said coldly: "Do the officials want to make all Qiang women prostitutes and be bullied?" ”

Yun Lang shook his head helplessly and said, "How can you think so?" The Han is not a Huns, courtesy, righteousness and shame are the things we are most concerned about, where is the thing that my Han people can do such a thing!

Seeing that the mother-in-law seems to be a person who has read a book, this is great, why don't you ask the mother-in-law to convey the Han policy on behalf of a certain family? ”

The old woman took a closer look at Yun Lang and said slowly: "A good person like you shouldn't look down on these stupid Qiang wild women."

What are the statutes? ”

Yun Lang smiled bitterly: "Don't say that I don't have any ideas about the women here, even if it is the rest of the generals in the army, they don't have any ideas, after all, there are beautiful wives and concubines in every family, and my mother-in-law can rest assured."

Mother-in-law, please sit down and listen to me. ”

There were rows of stools in the courtyard, and the group of women immediately surrounded the young women, and all the old women who sat outside were strangely shaped.

Egghead was already dying of laughter, and there was no longer enough ground for him to toss, it would have gone up to the roof.

Yun Lang took the sweater he knitted from his own soldier and handed it to the old woman, "I don't know what my mother-in-law thinks of such clothes." ”

The old woman took the clothes, shook them open and looked at them, and frowned: "Clothes like buckets? Hey? Is it made of wool? Weaving a blanket in the same way? ”

Yun Lang smiled: "It seems to be rough, but in fact, it is the most warm, mother-in-law may wish to try it, and we will talk about it after trying." ”

The old woman tried twice and didn't know how to wear it, Yun Lang had to get started, help the old woman put it off from the top of her head, the sweater is not too big, Yun Lang is knitted according to the average size of later generations, and the average size of the women in later generations is wearing a uniform shirt, which looks very wide on the old woman's body.

"It's a little big." Yun Lang frowned.

The old woman looked very happy, and kept touching the white sweater and said, "Very good clothes, the general wants us to weave such a barrel together?" ”

When the rest of the women heard the old woman say this, they all breathed a sigh of relief, and some of the more daring old women also gathered around, pulling the sweater on the old woman's body and chattering non-stop.

Seeing that these women were interested in sweaters, Yun Lang sat on the stool with a smile and watched them discuss.

The Han people do not wear such clothes, and the Han people have extremely strict requirements for dressing, as long as they are not worn correctly, they will be denounced as barbarians.

At the beginning in Chang'an, everyone didn't wear underwear, and after Yun Lang got the underwear, he only dared to try it in a small area, even so, some people who didn't know what to do were scolded very badly when they took the underwear to honor their elders.

As for sweaters? Especially the woolen sweater, this thing is worn on the body plush, and the warmth is warmth, no matter how you look at it, it is a savage...... So, there can't be any market in Dahan, not even a cardigan!

The barbarians are not so particular, after all, as long as they can keep warm, it is a good thing not to freeze to death.

Yun Lang waited for a full column of incense before these women quieted down, and the old woman led by took off her sweater and folded it on the table in front of Yun Lang and said, "This kind of thing can be made, and in terms of speaking, it is better than a carpet to weave."

It's just that not every household has a loom. ”

Yun Lang said with a smile: "If the Surrendered City wants to become a rich land, it must have its own output, and sweaters are one of them.

As for the loom you are talking about, you don't need it at all when you knit a sweater, you see, I knitted this sweater with four thin sticks like this. ”

The old woman took the four wooden sticks, looked at Yun Lang suspiciously, and said, "An official, can also do such a fine-haired thing?" ”

Yun Lang nodded, took the sweater skewer, and immediately used the woolen ball on the table to start knitting.

The Qiang men outside the barracks were a little selfless stimulated by their newly composed songs, and the noise became more and more intense, and some people had already fearlessly entered the shooting range of crossbow arrows.

Yun Lang listened to the soldier's report, frowned and said to the old woman who was engrossed in his knitting sweater: "Ask the women here, if there is anyone who is not willing to learn this craft, then they can leave, lest the men of their family be killed by crossbow arrows." ”

The old woman patted her thigh hatefully, and asked the soldiers to lead her out, and after Yun Lang's permission, the old woman was taken away by the soldiers.

The old woman was a smart person, she did not announce Yun Lang's words to the rest of the women, and was ready to go out alone to calm things down.

She could see that it was impossible for a handsome and noble official to take a fancy to their group of women, let alone be idle to tease them.