"Next group!"

Before the celebration was over, Qigong's voice came again.

Qianniang's excited little face was flushed, and she felt a little fluttery when she walked, her eyes locked on Wang Dong, and walked quickly towards Wang Dong.

Wang Dong was naturally happy for Qianniang, but he didn't notice that beside him, a pair of eyes, looking at him, were getting hotter and hotter.

"Wang Lang, I succeeded." When she came to Wang Dong, Qianniang should have endless joy to share with Wang Dong, but when the words came to her mouth, she only turned into this sentence.

Wang Dong also smiled: "I knew that you would definitely succeed!" There's one last level, and you have to do it! ”

"Well, I will."

If it is said that Qianniang stayed on the word "trust" for Wang Dong before, then it is not too much to say that Qianniang is "blind worship" to Wang Dong now.

"But speaking of which, Qianniang, you still have to thank Sanniang." Wang Dong smiled and turned his gaze to Wang Mengyao on the side.

At the moment when Wang Dong's gaze turned to Wang Mengyao, she subconsciously shifted her fiery gaze to the opposite direction.

"What is Sanniang looking at, watching so fascinatingly?" Wang Dong found that Wang Mengyao's gaze was a little strange, and he followed her gaze, but he didn't make any special discoveries.

It was Qianniang, who noticed Wang Mengyao's strange appearance, and with her woman's intuition, she seemed to see her "natural enemy".

"Oh, nothing." Wang Mengyao pretended to be relaxed and hurriedly changed the topic, "It's only past the third level now, don't be happy too early." ”

"Wang Lang and I are both confident." Qianniang walked over and suddenly grabbed Wang Dong's hand.

Wang Dong withdrew his hand a little uncomfortably: "Yes...... Oh, yes. ”

"The third game is over, and there are three people who have qualified." On the high platform, Qigong announced again, "The last level of the competition is called Zhiqing Wuni. With that, the Seventh Duke waved his hand, and another group of palace servants walked in with three huge iron long-spouted kettles.

"Wang Lang, I'll go first."

"Come on!"

Such a huge kettle is used by large families to make hot water. The spout is extremely long, about two feet, and the body is also large, which can hold more than ten liters of water.

"It was a wine jug just now, and now it's a kettle, it's really interesting."

"Kettle? Is it better than boiling water? ”

Under the stage, the sound of discussion sounded again.

Qigong stretched out his hand, signaled everyone to be quiet, and then said: "Being able to pass the first three levels shows that the three of them are the best choice in terms of technique, eyesight, control, and judgment, but these are just the basic skills of knitting, and if you want to prove which of the three has the highest knitting skills, the most important thing is to see the finished product from the hands of the three." I don't know if the three of them are wearing them today? ”

"Of course!" The three of them said in unison.

The two people who came to the last level with Qianniang were a woman about 30 years old, and the other was an old woman who thought she was about 60 years old.

"Okay, then please three of you, come up with your work."

After Qigong finished speaking, he saw Qianniang first take out the white satin she had newly woven from her arms.

Looking at the woman again, although the silk she took out was roughly the same as Qianniang's satin, after a closer look, it was different, and there seemed to be a gauze eye on it.

The woman said: "My piece, named George, is made of two left and two right strong twisted silk on the silk surface, and the texture is balanced and thin. After that, his eyes also glanced at Qianniang and the old woman, as if showing off.

The old woman did not show weakness, and also took out a piece of silk and said: "My piece is called bicrepe, there is no twist, and the weft is made of bicrepe thread, with fine texture and exquisite texture." ”

After the old woman finished speaking, Qigong's gaze moved to Qianniang's body: "This little lady, why don't you explain you?" ”

Qianniang smiled: "My weaving method has no provenance, it is my own slight change on the basis of satin." ”

"She's self-weaving, huh? didn't use any ancient methods, hey, it seems that she was the first to be eliminated. ”

"Hey, yes, I don't even have a provenance."

……

For a while, people outside the field were very optimistic about Qianniang.

Only Wang Dong drank: "Well, innovation is the best weaving technique!" People who don't know how to innovate can only live in someone else's past! ”

Wang Dong's words, although his voice was not loud, suddenly quieted the crowd, and everyone's eyes looked at him in unison.

"How...... How? Am I wrong? Wang Dong thought secretly in his heart.

Wang Dong's words are good, but they seem a little bold. Because the art of silk weaving has been very developed, it is difficult to reach the sky if you want to innovate again. Almost everyone already thinks that the art of silk weaving has reached its peak and that there will be no new innovations.

However, Wang Dong's sentence "Those who don't know how to innovate can only live in other people's past" is like a Hong Zhong, which wakes people up and makes people think deeply.

It's just that it's easier said than done.

Qigong coughed dryly, focusing people's attention on him again, and then said: "Silk, pay attention to thinness, transparency, and lightness, but it also pays attention to toughness and solidity, otherwise what is the use of blindly pursuing lightness and thinness, and it will be broken as soon as you wear it?" ”

"Yes, yes."

"That's right."

"Then tell me quickly, what method will be used to test these three pieces of silk."

"Everyone, don't be impatient." Qigong came to the house to calm down, and then said, "At this last level, the head of the family came up with an ingenious way to test the uniformity and transparency of silk by using muddy water to flow through silk. ”

Qigong continued: "Among the three iron kettles you see, what is contained is not ordinary water, but filthy muddy water. After a while, we cover the spout with silk and pour out the muddy water from the pot. ”

"Pour water? What's the use of that? ”

Qigong explained: "If you make fine and transparent silk, when the muddy water flows, it will filter out the impurities in the muddy water, and what flows out will be clear water!" The clearer the water flowing from the pot, the finer and more transparent the piece of silk. ”

"Wonderful, wonderful, it's a good idea."

"Then let's get started."

The people outside the stadium have already coaxed, and everyone wants to know whether a piece of gauze can turn muddy water into clean water.

"Let's go!"

Qigong ordered, only to see three servants of the Wang family come up, take the silk from the hands of the three Qianniang, and then fix it on the spouts of the three iron kettles.

"Pour!"

The people on the field all looked at the three iron kettles with bated breath, and with the gradual tilt of the iron kettle, the muddy water in the kettle began to flow slowly out with the spout.

"Look, look, it's out!

"Wow, it's really clear."

"It's incredible."

Even Wang Dong, who was on the sidelines, was surprised, and said secretly in his heart: "A small piece of silk is really comparable to the industrial filter paper that filters bottled water in the 21st century?" ”

In the midst of everyone's stunnedness, three bowls of water filtered out of the three pieces of silk were put together.

Separately, the three bowls of water are very clear. But when put together, the bowl in the middle is a little bleaker than the two bowls on both sides.

"Now, the results are clear." Qigong looked at the woman in her thirties.

The woman sighed: "It's because I'm not as good as others." ”

"There are two bowls left, both of which are crystal clear, how can you judge whose is better?"

"yes, how can you tell?"

Outside the field, everyone once again threw a difficult problem to Qigong.

Qigong didn't seem to expect such a situation, so he wondered: "This ...... This ......"

"On the far left, of course."

At this moment, suddenly a voice came from the sidelines, and thousands of eyes looked towards the source of the sound, this person was none other than Wang Dong.

"Why are you sure that the bowl on the left is clearer than the bowl on the right?" One of the people in the crowd said, "I'm just saying, the bowl on the right is clearer." ”

"yes, yes."

Wang Dong smiled slightly, stepped into the venue, and went straight to the three bowls of water, and then said confidently: "Of course I can't tell which bowl is clearer." ”

"Then why did you choose the bowl on the left?"

Wang Dong smiled and pointed to the two bowls of water, and said: "Everyone, please look at these two bowls of water, I don't know if you have noticed that the water in the bowl on the left is full, and the bowl on the right is only more than half, have you ever wondered, what is the reason for this?" ”

"What is the reason?"

"The reason is very simple, because the silk used in the bowl on the left is more permeable than that on the right, so in the same time, more water will flow out of the bowl on the left than on the right!" After that, Wang Dong's gaze turned to Qigong, "Qigong, what I said, right?" ”

"Boom!"

A burst of exclamation erupted in the crowd: "I can't think of it, he can even think of this." ”

"This young man is really not simple."

In the crowd, there were voices of praise for Wang Dong.

Seeing that the people already had results in their hearts, the Seventh Duke said loudly: "Okay, the old man will now announce that the silk on the left has won the fourth level!" ”

"Good!" The crowd erupted in applause, which was well received.

And the owner of this piece of silk is not the old woman, but the Qianniang here.