Song Jin thought that if he didn't discuss this matter with Mrs. Qin, he was afraid that after Steward Li was transferred to the embroidery workshop, the business of the silk village would decline, and Mrs. Qin would come to the door again.

"What you're saying is, think about it for me!" After Zhao's words fell, the maid who was waiting in the house walked out of the inner room and carried Zhao into the inner room to rest.

And Song Jin was led by Mrs. Li and went out of Anxinzhai.

Mrs. Li got Zhao's order and personally sent Song Jin back to Anxinzhai, and on the way back, she nodded a few words along the way.

"Girl, in the future, the girl will not be able to marry in the future, set up her own female household, and move out of the house, these words must not be mentioned again in front of outsiders."

"The girl is the second girl of the Song family, why can't she get married?"

"I will think about the future in the future, although the plan of the lord and the lady is what the girl said, but it is also a last resort."

Hearing Mrs. Li say this, these words really can't be mentioned to outsiders anymore.

The daughter can't get married, and the self-reliant female household moves out of the house to live alone, if it spreads, I am afraid that it will also have an impact on Father Song's official reputation.

For the sake of Father Song's reputation for the official reputation and the Song family, I still have to keep my words in my heart, just know them well, and there is no need to make them known to everyone.

"Jin'er knows, thank you Mother Li for reminding me." Song Jin said, and asked Bai He to take out the usual money, planning to reward Mrs. Li.

Mrs. Li, who took the money, smiled so much that the wrinkles on her face appeared.

"Girl, the old slave is just doing his duty and reminding the girl."

"The old slave will tell the girl one more thing, a few days ago, when the Duchess of Xu Guo came to ask for the screen, she also told her that in our embroidery workshop, she made a few summer clothes."

"Duchess Xu Guo said, if the quality of our family's summer clothes is okay and the style is novel, the four seasons clothes of Xu Guogong's Mansion will be ordered in our house in the future."

If their family can really take over the clothes of the Xuguo Mansion for a year, then the money they make far exceeds the harvest of several shops on Siping Street on weekdays.

It's just that if you want to win the market of Xu Guogong's Mansion, you have to do a good job of the summer clothes of Xiangyun yarn that Duchess Xu Guo ordered in the embroidery workshop a few days ago, not only to do a good job. And it should be fashionable, and the price is more fair than that of other embroidery shops on Siping Street.

Early the next morning, as soon as the sky was bright, Zeng Xiuniang sent a carriage over and hurriedly took Song Jin to the grassland on the outskirts of Beijing, planning to invite Song Jin to take a look at the yarn they had dyed these days.

After bumping all the way on the carriage, just got off the carriage, and when he arrived at the pasture, Song Jin almost vomited all the bile.

"Is the girl better?" Bai He handed over the sweat towel and wiped the beads of sweat oozing from Song Jin's face.

"They all complained about the slave and maid, and the slave didn't tell the girl in advance that the road from our family to the outskirts of Beijing was full of stones and bumpy and bumpy. The girl had just eaten breakfast, and now she vomited it all. ”

Seeing that Song Jin's little face became pale, Bai He hurriedly opened the kettle he was carrying, poured a glass of water out, and forcibly fed Song Jin to drink.

After drinking the water handed over by Bai He, the discomfort on Song Jin's body gradually disappeared.

At this time, Zeng Xiuniang called the weaver Xiuniang to come out to pick them up, and led the two of them into the pasture.

"Young owner, Steward Zeng has been looking forward to you coming over for a long time! The steward Zeng said that they had to let the young owners see the yarn they had dyed, so that they could rest assured that they could proceed to the next step. Otherwise, if it doesn't work, this batch of impregnated fragrant cloud yarn will be ruined like this. ”

An elderly weaver walked in front of Song Jin and Bai He, leading them the way.

Entering the grassland, Song Jin found that many of the weeds growing in the grassland had been removed, leaving only some grass needed to dry the fragrant cloud yarn.

There were also a few inhabited straw huts in the pasture, and the weaver who led the way brought Song Jin into one of the larger ones.

The weaver stayed outside the house, and Song Jin and Bai He entered the house.

As soon as I came in, I saw Zeng Xiuniang with a few young embroiderers, in a long wooden trough, impregnated with Xiangyun yarn that had been dyed and finished several times.

The embroiderer constantly presses the part of the yarn that keeps floating into the potato water, and strives to ensure that every hole of the yarn is fully contaminated with the juice of the yarn.

Zeng Xiuniang saw Song Jin enter the house, put down the work in her hand, wiped the apron she was wearing with both hands, and after drying the water vapor, she greeted her.

"Young owner, you are here! It's a villain to wait! ”

Zeng Xiuniang was talking, and the embroidery girl who had eyesight in the house made tea and put it up.

Song Jin lowered his head and glanced at the tea cup that was held by an embroidery lady just now, smelling the fragrance of tea, like a West Lake Longjing. This Zeng Xiuniang, when she arrives in such a place, she still has to drink such good tea, and she will really enjoy it.

Song Jin pretended not to know, his face was still indifferent, without any reaction, picked up the tea, and took a sip gently.

"Steward, tell me about it! How far has the dyeing and finishing of Xiangyun yarn been carried out?"

Zeng Xiuniang also picked up the tea, hurriedly drank a few sips, and waited for the tea to sink into her stomach, so she replied without hurry.

"Girl, the villain has already asked Zheng Weaver to boil a few pots of potato water, ready to use it to cook silk."

"It's just that this cooking silk must be operated by a master who is fully certain, Zheng Weaver said that he has not done it, and the villain is worried that no one will cook silk. asked people to invite the young owner over and give the villain ideas. ”

After the yarn is impregnated, most of the potato juice has penetrated into the holes of the yarn, but there are still some small places that have not penetrated in.

In order to ensure that every eyelet of the yarn is stained with dioscorea juice, the only way to do this is to boil the silk.

Relying on experience to master the time of the furnace, this is not a Xiangyun yarn dyeing and finishing factory, every master can be competent.

It can only be done by the oldest and most experienced master, and the temperature of the potato water in the pot needs to be controlled between 45 and 50 degrees before the dyed yarn can be put into the pot.

It's just that now in the Ming Dynasty, where does she go to find a thermometer?

If the temperature is not well controlled, the color of the cooked yarn is not only uneven, but also the texture is not soft and thin.

Song Jin thought about it for a long time, but never came up with any way to come out.

However, since the boiler has been built and the potato water has been boiled, let's take one step at a time and try to boil a batch of yarn first.

If the batch of yarn that comes out of boiling is not light and thin, and it is not breathable, then find a way to control the temperature.

"Zeng Xiuniang, you first let Zheng weaver, according to his own ideas, boil a batch of yarn silk to try, let's see how this batch of yarn is boiled first, what is the quality?"

"If it's really bad, then let's find a new way!"

Zeng Xiuniang could only nod, except for the method that the young owner said, how can there be a better way now?

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