Seeing off the eldest disciple, Song Yu turned around and went home and put away his own salt.

He turned back to the backyard and took out the sherbet and the loom.

Looking at this good thing full of quaint atmosphere in front of him, Song Yu's eyes were shining.

Take a deep breath, find a chair made of wood and sit down, and follow the instructions provided by the system to try spinning the thread.

At the beginning, the cotton thread would break if it didn't spin for a long time, but Song Yu was not discouraged.

She failed again and again, looked for problems again and again, solved problems, and finally realized that she could spin as long as she wanted.

With a slight creaking sound, a snow-white thread is wound around the spinning rack layer by layer.

"What are you doing?"

Until the evening, his parents helped people build a new home, and when they came back after moving, Song Yu was still spinning.

Song Yu stopped what he was doing, and when he turned around, he saw his mother Haiyan looking into the room from the door.

Only then did she realize that it was dark outside, and it was so dark that she could only see the white layer on the spinning machine.

Song Yu hurriedly got up: "Ouch, hey." ”

But after sitting for too long, Song Yu just got up and was stumbling.

Fortunately, Haiyan held her in time: "Fluke, are you okay?" ”

"Grandma, you're back."

Song Yu was excited and threw herself into her mother's arms, "Grandma, don't worry, I'm fine, just sit for a long time, and the activity will be fine." ”

"What's the matter?"

At this time, Song Hu also walked in from outside, holding a torch in his hand, and instantly illuminated the scene in front of him clearly.

"What are you doing?"

Haiyan was the closest, so she saw the results of Song Yu's afternoon at a glance, and she was curious about it, and reached out to touch the snow-like thing.

"Why are you so soft?"

Haiyan first reached out and touched the snow wool, but the next moment she looked at the snow cotton that was hooked by her split hand with some concern, "Ah, I broke it." ”

Song Yu stepped forward to help her mother pick off the cotton on her hands.

Whispered comforting: "Grandma, don't be afraid, this thing is just a raw material, not a finished product." ”

"What is this?"

Song Hu approached with a torch, "Abba and Grandma have never seen it." ”

"Abba, don't get too close."

Song Yu saw that the torch in his father's hand was about to be next to the cotton bag, and hurriedly snorted softly.

Song Hu was so frightened that he retreated again and again, and soon retreated outside the room, looking at his daughter nervously: "Fluke, what's wrong?" ”

Song Yu stretched out his hand and grabbed the soft cotton and said, "This is a birthday gift left to me by the god of songs, called cotton." ”

"Use it to ......"

Song Yu took the opportunity to popularize the knowledge of the role of cotton to his parents, and the couple shouted softly: "Really? ”

"So good?"

"What the god of song gave is amazing!"

"Fluke, how to spin this thread, you teach grandma."

Song Yu looked at his parents' reaction and smiled happily: "Abba and Auntie, don't worry, we have a whole snow season." ”

"Let's go, let's make dinner first."

The key is that the mother's hand still needs to be well maintained, and the cracks on the hand can be healed before she can spin and weave.

Song Hu: "Yes, yes, it's not early, let's cook and eat first." ”

……

At the dinner table, Song Yu told his parents a lot about the role of cotton and cotton cloth, and also told the use of salt.

After dinner, Song Hu asked, "It's a fluke, it's snow season, do you still want to go to the palace of the god of songs?" ”

Song Yu nodded: "Yes, Abba, the god of song left me the cultivation method in it, and I have to learn it." ”

Song Hu's eyes lit up: "That...... Fluke, can you ......?"