"This thing can't be woven like this, the wool is too thick, the woven thing is too sparse, the friction between the threads is insufficient, and it is easy to draw the thread."

Li Muyun and the fat man waited outside until midnight, and they couldn't stand the cold, so they ran to the factory, and immediately saw Su Wanqing leading people to process wool in a normal weaving way, and they suddenly cried and laughed.

Su Wanqing doesn't think that Li Muyun has the ability to guide her female celebrity, a big man, it is understandable that he understands more things, but if he even understands the work of women, then he will not let people live.

So after glancing at someone, Su Wanqing didn't pay attention to him, but just gathered those weavers together: "Let's think of a way together, the thread has been spun, you can't look at it like this!" ”

Naturally, the female workers didn't want to look at it like this, and after more than a year, the work of spinning wool into threads was completed, and there was no reason to be stumped in the last weaving link.

Li Muyun was bored, sighed helplessly, called the fat man and sent him out to run errands.

The fat man looked at Li Muyun suspiciously, his gaze went down from bottom to bottom, and finally froze three inches below his umbilicus: "Muyun, you shouldn't be a woman, right?" ”

"Fart, you're a woman." Li Muyun glared at the three fat men: "If you want to get it, you can get it, and then nonsense, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will give you two sins and one sin?" ”

"Don't, don't, can't I get it for you?" As soon as the fat man heard that the two sins were one, he immediately thought that he had offended Li Muyun a few days ago, so he waved his hand again and again, dragging his fat and running to do something.

There is no shortage of bamboo in Datang, but it is a bit troublesome to cut out a few long 'needles' that are one foot long and the thickness of mung beans, but fortunately, there is no shortage of people in the woolen factory, and the things that Li Muyun wanted were quickly taken back by the fat man.

Then, under the strange gaze of the fat man, Li Muyun took a ball of spun wool, wrapped it around a few bamboo 'needles' and began to get busy.

Thanks to Dongxin Primary School, thanks to the labor technology class, thanks to the labor technology teacher, Li Muyun calmly knitted the wool scarf, while sighing, I just don't know what happened to the labor technology teacher now, if I know that I am going to carry forward what she taught 1,300 years ago, I guess I will be very 'gratified'.

So do you want to find a stone tablet to engrave the name of the labor teacher? That's right, just do it, the school, the class, and the teacher's name are all engraved, and when someone digs it out, it is estimated that the labor teacher will be famous, right?

Li Muyun thought evilly, and even he thought about whether to carve more things, such as some prophecies about the future generations, anyway, archaeology in later generations is very popular, when the group of people dug up the stone tablet and found that someone had foreseen computers, telephones, and the Internet 1,300 years ago, it should be incredible at that time, right?

But where are these carved things to be placed? It's definitely not okay to bury it with yourself, Li Muyun doesn't want his bones to be put into the museum and be visited with a ticket.

But if it's buried somewhere else, will those bastards dig themselves out of the dirt? If so, it seems that the gains outweigh the losses.

Li Muyun had all kinds of messy and weird thoughts in his mind, and suddenly found that there was surprisingly quiet around him, and the discussion of Yingying Yanyan didn't know when it had stopped, and when he raised his head, he found that everyone around him was looking at him with a kind of ghostly gaze.

"What's wrong?" Li Muyun's whole person froze instantly, thinking that he had just said something that he shouldn't have said when he was in YY.

"You, how could you do this?" Su Wanqing pointed to the woolen scarf that had been knitted nearly two inches long and half an inch wide, and asked in a dry voice.

Everything that happened in front of her was so weird, Su Wanqing couldn't imagine that Li Muyun's hands, which could kill six people in a row in more than ten breaths, could weave such a beautiful thing, and even a small piece of it had a beautiful texture on it.

Well, in fact, Li Muyun only killed five Tubo people with his own hands, and it took more than 30 breaths, but it is rumored that this thing is too magical, and it is estimated that it will become a blink of an eye to kill six people after a while.

When Li Muyun heard Su Wanqing's question, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, his stiff body also relaxed, and he shrugged his shoulders helplessly and said, "Actually, I still have a lot of things, and what you see is just a drop of water in the sea." ”

"I think I should find a Taoist priest to do the practice, Mu, Mu Yun should be possessed by a female ghost!" The dry voice of the three fat men sounded beside him, and this time he really didn't care about Li Muyun's threat.

Because he couldn't imagine that the things that those top weavers from the palace couldn't solve were so easily solved by the brother in front of him who had played together since childhood.

It's all so weird that if you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, the fat man wouldn't have believed it was true anyway.

You must know that in ancient times, the division of labor between men and women was very clear, and it was absolutely impossible for men to fiddle with women's things, let alone do better than women.

"Smack", Li Muyun finally couldn't stand the fat man's nonsense, a big neck slouch slapped him on the neck, and then there was an imperialist plus feudalism and socialism-style beating, which made the three fat men scream again and again.

But even so, Su Wanqing's eyes were still full of entanglement when she looked at him, she could accept a lot of things from her last marriage, but she couldn't accept that her man was even stronger than herself in terms of female popularity.

The female workers in the textile workshop have countless little stars flashing in their eyes, they don't care whether Li Muyun is possessed by a female ghost, how to learn the weaving technique is what they really care about.

The world says that a trick is eaten all over the world, and if they learn this weaving method that they have never heard of, they will never be afraid of not relying on it in the future, and even if they are driven out of the woolen mill one day, they can also make a living by this means.

But where did Li Muyun have the heart to teach them these things at this time, after beating the three fat men half to death, he stood up stupidly, casually threw the half-knitted hair scarf to Mu Yu, who was still stupid, patted his ass and walked out.

There is obviously no way to stay here, and the feeling of being seen as a ghost makes Li Muyun feel very terrifying, in case these people can't think about it, they will light a fire and burn themselves as an alien, then it will be called wronged.