"You parasites, the Lanzhou government will give you food and clothing, and look at what you do every day besides twisting threads? What is this thing that you weave? Can you wear this?" Cai Jian angrily picked up a piece of wool like a fishing net. Even if it is a rough and common wool felt blanket, not everyone in the steppe tribes can weave it. In the past few months, Wu Yingying asked him to choose from the two thousand slaves who were good at knitting sweaters, and asked the slaves to sum up the methods of knitting sweaters. Let the blacksmiths make 8,000 fine and soft iron needles and distribute them to the hands of the slaves, and once every ten days, Cai Jian has to let the slaves test the speed and quality of knitting sweaters, hoping to discover the talents and ways of knitting sweaters.

"The commander is gracious, every ten days you have a chance to win ten legs of mutton, but what about you? The things you make are all rubbish! garbage!" Cai Jian angrily threw those pieces of broken wool like fishing nets on the table, and complained in his heart about Wu Yingying's stubborn belief that he could turn these wool threads into warm sweaters, and every ten days he had to set aside a day to let these slaves stop twisting the threads and find and try to knit sweaters.

According to Cai Jian's opinion, slaves should be allowed to spin wool into wool all the time, and then follow the instructions of craftsmen to make wool felt blankets that already existed in this era. However, Cai Jian would be careful to keep his suspicions of Wu Yingying deep in his heart, because countless experiences have proved that the command makes the foresight of the Lord like a divine help. After venting the anger in his heart to these slaves, Cai Jian waved his hand and ordered: "Begin!"

The sergeants began to roast fragrant shanks of lamb beside them, a prize for the first ten slaves who were good at weaving, while the slaves clumsily tried to weave clumps of wool into what the craftsman called a sweater. Everyone had guessed that the sweater was supposed to be knitted in a similar way to a felt blanket, but no one had ever seen what a sweater was. The temptation of ten legs of mutton was real, and all the slaves were painstakingly figuring out how to turn this mass of wool into clothes that could be worn on. Wu Yingying didn't care about wasting these wool and yarn at all, because only sweaters could earn monopoly profits, and what was wasted today would one day be earned back tenfold and hundredfold.

When other slaves were scolded as idiots, a man from a noble family may have a faint trace of resentment in his eyes, but Ah Tun's feeling is completely different, because he has a nickname called "useless Ah Tun", which is also the reason why he has not been able to find his wife since Grandma died. Horseback archery and sheep herding are not good at it, not like a grassland man, since he was ten years old, he relied on this to help his grandmother weave felt blankets, and later helped the head of the family to weave felt blankets to live, because his ancestors were also considered nobles in the tribe, his father was killed in a war for the tribe, and the head man did not have the power to turn him into a slave, not to mention that he is a useless person, what can he do if he becomes a slave?

The division of labor between men and women also exists in the grassland tribes, where men hunt and herd sheep, and women spin and cook, so since the Lanzhou Craftsman Camp introduced the reward of ten legs of mutton, it is the women who win the prize every time, although the men also work hard to knit sweaters, but they are not as good as the women who are familiar with spinning thread and felt. Because of these ten legs of mutton, as well as the various incentives and rewards for spinning thread on weekdays, these tribesmen, who were temporarily in the status of slaves, quickly degenerated into the status of men and women in the matrilineal clan era. Among all the men, Ah Yan is the one closest to the top ten in the sweater knitting competition.

Since the competition ten days ago, Ah Yan has been working in the workshop for seven hours every day, and he has been meditating and experimenting with various weaving techniques, his hair is not combed, his beard is not washed, and his body is sloppy and others are used to it. The night before, as if a meteor had streaked across the night sky, Ah Yan used a thin needle to weave a small ball of wool into a thick and soft piece, and then carefully connected the edges to form a woolen cylinder.

After trying the length and size, Ah Su put it on his foot, although the five toes and the first half of the soles of his feet were exposed, Ah Du still felt that the thick wool socks made the soles of his feet very comfortable, perhaps, this is the kind of sweater that Master Craftsman said, Ah Shou thought to himself.

For the first half of his life, he was weaving felt blankets, so that Ah Xuan's hands were already very flexible, and he was sure that what he had woven was the sweater that the craftsman said, and his hands flew up and down, which was as fast as lightning.

The ball of yarn in front of you is consumed quickly. It turns out that mentality determines success or failure, even if the things that Ah Stunned made up in the end are not recognized by the craftsman, just by virtue of the speed of weaving, he will surpass everyone unprecedentedly and become the first man to eat a leg of mutton!

However, now Ah Xuan has no spare time to think about the leg of lamb and swallow saliva, and concentration, which is a necessary condition for a man's success. A pair of skillful hands are constantly weaving, and the head is also turning rapidly, and a work of art is gradually born in his hands.

I don't know when, a pair of leather boots stopped in front of Ah Tun, but Ah Tun didn't notice that a drop of crystal sweat descended from his nose, he quickly shook his head without thinking, and with a snap, this bead of sweat hit the vermilion military robe of the person in front of him.

Wu Yingying waved his hand to stop Yuan Zhen, who wanted to reprimand Ah Zhen, and watched with interest as a wool sock was gradually taking shape from Ah Leng's hand, his hand was so flexible that the wool socks seemed to be growing at a visible speed. To Wu Yingying's great shock, the style of this sock was almost the same as the thick wool socks of later generations, or even better.

When he came back from his rounds, Ah Xuan had already begun to knit the second wool sock, and it could be seen that the two socks were not the same size, and this guy's technique was not skilled enough, but it was enough. The first step in the woolen business has finally been taken.

"Stop! It's time!" Cai Jian ordered in a deep voice, most of the people who didn't expect to get the leg of mutton were equivalent to a day off, and the mess they had made would be disassembled into a ball of yarn again. And Ah Xuan, who really struggled towards the ten legs of mutton, was almost exhausted, and cut the last thread with scissors for a full five hours, only drinking water and eating a little steamed bun in the middle, creating a pair of wool socks.

The familiar pair of leather boots appeared in front of Ah Shou again, Wu Yingying picked up the pair of wool socks from in front of him, pinched the thickness, and pulled them to both sides with his hands, Ah Shou had already noticed the leather boots that stopped in front of him several times later, but he didn't have time to look up, in general, the overseers didn't like to look around when the slaves were working.

But after the stoppage, he still raised his head, and there was some nervousness in his heart, I don't know how this noble man would judge what he had done? This noble man smiled at him gently, as if warm sunlight was radiating from the noble man's body.