"Qianniang, are you feeling unwell?" Wang Dong asked with concern.

"Nope." Qianniang was a little happy about Wang Dong's sudden concern.

Jiu Gong rolled his eyes and said, "I told you a long time ago, Qianniang must have come back for the evening game." ”

As he spoke, Jiugong's gaze looked around the hall for a while. The house was not big, but Jiu Gong soon found out, and came to the door of another room in two steps, and when the curtain was lifted, a loom appeared inside.

"Look at it, I'll just say it." Pointing to the loom in the house, Jiugong said confidently.

Qianniang was like a servant girl who was caught deserting, and suddenly became nervous, and stammered: "Ninety-nine gong...... I ......"

"Hey, that's it." Jiugong, but he didn't mean to blame, but smiled, "I don't know how Qianniang's skills are." With that, he turned around and entered.

For Wang Dong, in his past and present lives, it was also the first time he saw a real "loom", and when he was in school, he only learned in books "Morning Glory, Bright River Han Girl." Slender hands, Zaza Lane machine", however, it is just written in the book.

Now that Wang Dong has seen it with his own eyes, he is not only curious, but also impressed by the wisdom of the ancient craftsmen.

It is a miracle that such a machine has produced silk fabrics that even the 21st century automatic machine qì cannot make.

At this moment, on the loom, there is such a piece of silk fabric, which seems to be close to forming.

Wang Dong and Jiugong had already come to the loom, looking at the silk fabric that was about to be completed, they were all amazed.

Inside the house, the light was a little dim, but Wang Dong could still see that this piece of silk fabric was as thin as a cicada's wings, almost transparent.

"Wow, Qianniang, Qianniang, I didn't expect you to have such skills." The nine princes on the side couldn't help but admire.

Qianniang's face turned red: "Jiugong and Wang Lang smiled." ”

Wang Dong wanted to touch this piece of silk very much, and couldn't help but ask excitedly: "Qianniang, is this silk finished?" ”

"It's just the last point." Qianniang didn't expect Wang Dong to be so interested in this, and said, "I'll do it, take it down and show it to Wang Lang." ”

Speaking, Qianniang was already sitting in front of the loom, her feet were on the pedal, and with the sound of the machine, Qianniang used her hands and feet together and began to weave seriously.

The light in the room was dim, and Wang Dong only felt that there seemed to be a few pairs of hands working on the loom, and Wang Dong was dazzled and amazed when he saw it. Seeing it, Wang Dong actually sat next to Qianniang, carefully staring at the shuttles that kept appearing on the loom.

I don't know how long it took, Qianniang finally completed the last process, and Wang Dong, who came back to his senses, found that at some point, only he and Qianniang were left in the house, and Jiugong had long since disappeared.

"Wang Lang, look."

Qian Niang handed over the silk she had just woven to Wang Dong, and as soon as she got it in her hand, it was smooth and bright, light as nothing, which made people sigh and call it.

"Qianniang, this silk must have taken a lot of thought, right?" Although it is only one foot in size, it must have taken a lot of effort.

Qianniang smiled: "It took three days to weave this piece of satin. ”

"Three days?" Wang Dong exclaimed while putting this piece of silk in front of his eyes, through the silk, he could see the other side of the thing clearly, so he could think of his thin Cheng dù, "Qianniang, what is the name of this silk?" ”

"If Wang Lang wants to say that this is silk, it is naturally good." Qianniang corrected Wang Dong, "However, to be exact, this piece should be called satin." ”

"Satin?" Wang Dong was stunned, "What's the difference?" ”

"Silk is just a general term, but under the subdivision, it is divided into more than a dozen kinds, such as yarn, Luo, silk, silk, and brocade are also one of them. This yarn is made of warp buttons to form an even distribution of eyelets......"

"Okay, okay," Wang Dong hurriedly interrupted Qianniang, "Such an esoteric question, I don't think I need to know." ”

"That's right." Qianniang smiled apologetically.

Wang Dong said: "However, your satin, I think it should be the most difficult to make among the dozen or so kinds, right?" ”

"Hmm...... So to speak. ”

"Hahaha, I didn't expect Qianniang to be really ingenious and smart." Wang Dong was suddenly happy, "You knit this piece of satin, isn't it true that you want to use it to participate in the begging competition, as Jiugong said?" ”

"I ...... I...... It's not that I want to ......" For a while, Qianniang didn't know how to answer.

Wang Dong said: "Qianniang, in my opinion, with this piece of satin alone, you will definitely win the championship!" ”

"Really?" Qianniang's excited eyes seemed to betray her heart.

"Of course." Wang Dong said seriously, "So, you hurry up and participate in the competition, I and Jiugong will definitely support you!" ”

"Okay."

With Wang Dong's support, Qianniang seemed to be full of confidence, and immediately rushed out of the room and ran towards the venue of the competition.

"I didn't expect this little girl to be so anxious." Wang Dong shook his head with a smile, turned around to say goodbye to the old lady, and went out of the house, only to find that it was already dusk in the evening.

Looking at the west, a large area of burning clouds, a red one, is very spectacular.

"Unexpectedly, it's already this time." Wang Dong smiled slightly, and secretly teased, "It seems that time is really flying." He didn't expect that his attention was on the shuttle of Qianniang's weaving, and he was stunned, and two hours passed.

Two hours, Qian Niang only knitted a short section, looking at the piece of satin in her hand, if it is really as Qian Niang said, she rushed to make it in the past three days, then after she came back at night, she must be tired until late.

A competition, so Qian Niang is so interested, it seems that this begging competition is really very important.

Jiugong was not there, it seemed that he must have rushed to the competition venue in advance, so Wang Dong stuffed the satin in his hand into his arms and walked towards the direction of the venue.

Night is approaching, but tonight, the shops in Jinyang City are full of lights, and there is no early closing, and the restaurants and tea shops are still full of guests at this time. It seems that this begging festival is also quite big for Datang's consumption pull.

When Wang Dong arrived at the venue of the Jinyang Qiaoqiao Competition, it was already crowded with people.

Colorful lanterns are hung high, illuminating the huge field as if it were daytime. During the day, the seemingly empty venue is bustling with activity at the moment. A team of talented people, beautiful women who call friends and companions, each has its own style.

"Oh no, there are so many people, where to find Qianniang and Jiugong?" Looking at the vast sea of people, Wang Dong was helpless for a while.

The satin that Qianniang participated in was still in Wang Dong's hands, and he naturally wanted to hand it over to Qianniang's hands, so in the crowd, he began to move with difficulty.

"Let it, let it be annoying, let it ......"