"This loom looks shabby, but it's much faster than hand-knitting."

The principle of weaving is nothing more than the alternating warp and weft threads.

Jun Qianqian has only seen large looms in pictures, and the most important soul structure is to lift the longitudinal rod, as long as the wooden stick is carved with staggered grooves, and then the cotton thread is stuck in it, and pushed up and down with your hands, you can repeatedly stagger the warp.

"Wow-"

Everyone watched Jun Qianqian shuttle back and forth in the loom with a ball of thread, and after a while, palm-wide strips of cloth were knitted.

"The cotton has become a thin slice!"

"Can I wear this on my body?"

The tribesmen couldn't help but touch the piece of fabric, and for the first time they felt such a soft and delicate touch.

"You can wear it like this, but the more powerful ones are still to come!"

Jun Qianqian blinked, she handed over the work of spinning and weaving to the others, and she and Luo Ze were busy making another loom.

At this time, it was already very late, the pottery bowl was filled with lard and placed on the eaves of the kang, the twine wick emitted a faint light, and Jun Qianqian was strong in spirit.

"I'm going to tell everyone to continue tomorrow, you're too tired."

Luo Ze looked at Jun Qianqian's red eyes distressedly.

"Wait, I won't be able to sleep now."

Not only did the tribesmen fight at night like chicken blood, but she was also a little excited because of the success of weaving, and her brain was tired at this time, but the adrenal hormones rushing in her veins would not let her go to sleep.

"Tomorrow you stay at home and have a good rest, and I will help you watch the cotton picking."

Luo Ze could only speed up the groove in his hand, hoping to take over her work quickly so that she could go to sleep.

"Uh-huh, tell everyone that when picking cotton, don't even pick back the dead branches and leaves!"

The wind-swept leaves are picked quickly, but the cotton is difficult to care for.

Jun Qianqian instructed, and Luo Ze, the new contractor, took office.

The tribesmen all wanted to come to Luo Ze's house to help spin and weave the cloth, and those who could not squeeze into the house waited in the yard, changing shifts back and forth so that the weaving work did not stop for a minute, and when the second loom was put into use, the yard was also requisitioned.

Soon, a long roll of cotton cloth was placed in front of Jun Qianqian.

"With this efficiency, what kind of industrial production is needed?"

The corners of Jun Qianqian's mouth twitched, she took the fabric and began to cut, broken bricks replaced chalk, and the painted cloth was cut off with the sharp edges of broken porcelain.

"Whew-"

Knowing that weaving is not easy, everyone sighed that their hearts were dripping blood, but there was no way, cutting cloth was to discard the leftovers!

The skillful Pello followed, picking up all the rags, and didn't know what she was going to do with them.

"Next, we should stuff cotton between two pieces of the same fabric, and the cotton should be fluffy and even!"

Jun Qianqian pulled the cotton that did not fall off, layer by layer in the fabric, sewn a butt on both sides of the flocculated fabric, and the sleeve of a cotton jacket was ready.

"I see!"

After watching Jun Qianqian's demonstration, the other sleeve and the front and back of the cotton coat were also quickly sewn.

"Stitch them all together, and you're done!"

Jun Qianqian lifted the first one-size-fits-all large cotton jacket made by everyone and proudly announced.

The color of the natural wild cotton was slightly yellow, and the color deepened again after being woven into cloth, and under the light of the oil lamp, Jun Qianqian did not know what the color of this cotton jacket was, she handed the first cotton jacket to the patriarch, and saw that he could wear this new dress.

Under the gaze of the clansmen, the patriarch solemnly took the cotton coat and put it on his body and tightened his belt.

"Patriarch?"

"How?"

Before the various parts of the cotton clothes were spliced together, adults and children were curious to put their arms into the sleeves, and felt the warmth in advance, but they didn't know what it was like to wear a whole cotton clothes?

"Very warm! It's warmer than animal skin! ”

The patriarch's calloused hands trembled slightly on the fabric, and he felt like he was going to sweat on the cold and windy night of late autumn!

"Really!"

"Cotton clothes! Coat! It's amazing! ”

"I'd like to try it too!"

The people cheered, and Jun Qianqian laughed along.

It is not in vain that she has a thick layer of cotton, and this cotton coat will weigh several pounds.

Everyone took the cotton clothes taken off by the old patriarch and tried them on one by one, and these people who relied on their enthusiasm to carry it in the autumn wind were all moved by this warmth.

"We won't have any more dead this winter!"

The patriarch shook Jun Qianqian's hand excitedly.

They now have food, fire, firewood, and cotton clothing.

"It's going to get better and better in the future."

Jun Qianqian couldn't see the old man in tears in front of her, she felt sour in her heart, pretending to be sleepy and nested into Luo Ze's arms.

"You beat the winter."

Luo Ze gently stroked Jun Qianqian's hair and whispered in her ear.

"I'm going to give you a picture of cotton pants and teach you how to measure them."

Jun Qianqian's muffled voice sounded in his chest, and Luo Ze felt his heart shake with it.

"Don't worry, get some rest."

Jun Qianqian, who had been supported to the limit, nodded silently, in the past ten days, she had been running around the mountains with the hunting team, and she had already needed to sleep well.

The Purple Flower Tribe is all a group of immortal cultivators who don't sleep in the middle of the night!

Luo Ze felt the body of the girl in his arms relax, he carried Jun Qianqian back to the room and put it on the kang that still had residual warmth, pulled the animal skin blanket to cover her, and withdrew.

At this time, the people in the courtyard of the house also quieted down, and after they found out that Jun Qianqian was asleep, no matter how excited everyone was, they all suppressed their cheers.

"Qianqian said that there are still sizes and cotton pants to do not tell everyone, before she wakes up, we will weave the fabric first."

In order not to let everyone do the wrong rework, Luo Ze arranged it this way.

"Okay."

Everyone nodded, and each of them took a portion of the cotton and left quietly, there were only two looms, and the spindle was enough for each family.

"I'll go with you tomorrow to pick cotton."

Daze's work in the village is also basically completed.

"I want to go to ...... too"

Even Ozawa plucked up the courage to face the second brother and said.

"What are you going to do with it? Take good care of your home and accompany you Sister Qianqian. ”

Luo Ze pressed his younger brother's head and rubbed it, unconsciously Xiao Ze had grown so big.

"Okay."

Ozawa nodded in disappointment, but feeling the temperature above his head, he was happy for the rare closeness of his second brother.

Since Sister Qianqian came to their house, the second brother has not been as scary as before.