"And where did you learn this kind of weaving?" Nalan Jin continued to ask.

"It's the largest Maple City textile here, but I guess you will go in vain, because they won't teach outsiders." The old woman pointed to the front.

The old woman's words made Nalan Jin instantly feel despised for a while. Because of regional differences, Nalan Jin has become a person who is incompatible with here.

In fact, they can't be blamed for setting such strict rules, the so-called leaflets are not passed on to women, and they are not passed on outside, which is the truth.

But Nalan Jin didn't want to give up like this, and was defeated by his cowardice before he could speak.

"Don't worry, I'll let them teach me willingly." Nalan Jin raised her eyebrows confidently.

Dongfang Yi has been following behind Nalan Jin, her walking pace is like stepping on hot wheels, she can't stop at all, Dongfang Yi is hurrying behind her.

"Jin'er, slow down, if we go over rashly like this, people will definitely not leave us, let's think of another way." Dongfang Yi strode up and grabbed Nalan Jin's hand.

"Without trying, how do you know you won't teach us? Don't set yourself limiting goals. There are workarounds for everything in the world. ”

Nalan Jin stopped and looked at Dongfang Yi, and said a lot of philosophical words to him, so that he couldn't find any gaps to argue.

"But even if you're right, isn't it bad for us to be a foreigner in this way?" Dongfang Yi hinted at the count.

"Let's go over and talk about the way first, and if it really doesn't work, then think of another way. In short, I must learn their special textile technique. ”

Nalan Jin clenched his fists and looked like he was bound to win.

Dongfang Yi looked at Nalan Jin, and entered the state of that kind of decision, and ten cows couldn't pull it back. He had no choice but to sigh helplessly.

There is no other way than to be by your side to support her and help her.

The two of them went around in circles, asked many people along the way, and finally found the textile factory.

The gate in front of him alone amazed Nalan Jin and Dongfang Yi. It can be described as magnificent.

On both sides of the entrance to the textile mill are stone lions with bright red flowers made of raised funds. It is estimated that it is also a festive and auspicious picture to solicit business for textile mills.

Quietly approaching, the workers inside were all busy, and no one among them was talking except for the sound of a loom.

Even if it's communication, they only use their eyes.

Maybe it's the tacit understanding that has been formed between each other for so long, as long as you can quickly understand each other's meaning with one look.

From weaving to molding, to stacking, it is a complete production line. It's all done by one person on this production line.

Each person is in charge of their own production line, and even if something goes wrong in the middle, it can be implemented on the head of the specific individual.

"Excuse me......" Nalan Jin just opened his mouth to the person walking by, and the person turned around and left without answering.

"Dongfang, do you think these people are all deaf?" Nalan Jin suddenly asked Dongfang Yi quietly.

"Why do you suddenly think like that?" Dongfang Yi looked at the operation skills they saw, and they couldn't practice it in a few years.

"Otherwise, they don't talk at all, they don't have any politeness at all, and they don't know how to respond when I greet them." Nalan Jin stomped his foot in annoyance.

"Maybe that's their rule. Once you speak, you may be distracted, and you will not make good fabrics, so you will wait patiently for a while, and when they are busy with the work in hand, they will naturally come to pay attention to you. Dongfang Yi patted Nalan Jin's shoulder comfortingly.

"Let me do nothing, listen to them walking around in front of my eyes, and there is a buzzing sound in my ears, did I come here mad early in the morning to be tormented by them?" Nalan Jin unwillingly questioned the purpose of coming here early in the morning.

Nalan Jin instantly felt the anger in his heart rising, and the more those people dangled in front of her, the more irritable his heart became.

"Didn't you come here early in the morning to listen to their torture? They all said that this matter can't be rushed, but you just didn't listen, and now you're losing your temper here. ”

Dongfang Yi also began to complain a little about Nalan Jin's impatience, and indeed the sound of weaving here made people have a headache to listen to. It's like a monk constantly knocking on his wooden fish, which makes people upset when they listen to it.

"Aren't I in a hurry? It's not that you don't know, I'm just an anxious person. Nalan Jin looked at Dongfang Yi aggrievedly.

"Alright, alright, since they ignore us, let's think of another way." Dongfang Yi saw Nalan Jin pouting, and he was about to cry when he was wronged.

Dongfang Yi's heart was immediately touched to the softest place, and he hurriedly hugged Nalan Jin to comfort him, for fear of seeing him shed a tear.

Nalan Jin leaned on Dongfang Yi's shoulder in frustration, watching those busy weavers walking around in front of them.

In fact, calming down and looking at them as a plain person is a different scenery.

Colorful and now in their hands, they will point out the colorful cloths, and you feel that hanging on those shelves forms a beautiful scenery.

The humming sound on the weaving frame has also become a beautiful harmony.

"Actually, they also have their own difficulties, just ...... Maybe I'm really in a hurry. Let's go back first, and come back next time. Nalan Jin calmed down, only to find that everything was to be found.

"Why did you suddenly become so enlightened, this is not like you!" Dongfang Yi tilted his head and teased Nalan Jin.

Just when the two of them decided to leave, the boss who was actually standing on the side. They have been observed for a long time. When he saw that they were leaving, he asked the weaver to stop them.

"The two of you stay, the factory owner is invited." The textile lady took Nalan Jin and the two to the house.

"Please be seated, I've been watching you for a long time. You're here to learn textile technology, too? The factory owner spoke crisply and neatly, opening his mouth straight to the point.

"That's right, we see that the fabrics sold outside are very chic, so we want to come here to learn from them." Nalan Jin is also quick to talk, and she doesn't hide it at all.

Nalan Jin's voice made the factory owner immediately hear that they were outsiders. Although they have already worn the costumes of Fengcheng according to the local customs, they are not locals after all, they are just toddlers in Handan.

"You're not from Maple City?" The factory owner stared at Nalan Jin.

"Let's ......" Nalan Jin hesitated for a moment and looked at Dongfang Yi beside him.

"We are from the Central Plains, and we came here to do business, and we saw that the cloth you weave has its own characteristics, so we came here." Dongfang Yi grabbed Nalan Jin's hand and comforted her, so that she didn't have to panic.

"Sending off!"

When the factory owner heard that he came from the Central Plains, he stood up without saying a word and directly asked the textile lady around him to send off the guests.

Dongfang Yi was still wondering if he said something wrong and made the factory owner unhappy, or was it a bit reckless that they suddenly didn't come to visit?

"Wait a minute, did we offend the factory owner by not being thoughtful enough? How to say that it is good, suddenly issue an eviction order. Dongfang Yi raised his hand to stop it.

"The rules of our Fengcheng, textile technology is passed on inside and not outside, which is also the rule left by our ancestors. It's not that you're not doing well enough, it's that we have our principles. So please come back. The factory owner turned to look at the panicked Dongfang Yi.

Nalan Jin couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

I have only heard of the unique secret book of the family heirloom, which has been passed down from generation to generation, and has been passed on to men but not women. I didn't expect a small textile technology to be passed on inside but not outside.

This was a real eye-opener for Nalan Jin.

Hearing Nalan Jin's laughter, the factory owner's face immediately became gloomy, and Dongfang Yi hurriedly scolded Nalan Jin, reminding her and letting her restrain her character.

"We can understand what the factory owner said, but when everything is flexible, is there no feasible way to keep the rules left by your ancestors and let us learn this technique?"

Dongfang Yi sincerely bowed at 90 degrees, showing his determination and sincerity to come here. It also made the factory owners deeply feel that the purpose of their trip was textile technology, and they would not give up until they reached their goal.

"Yes, we are all businessmen, and what we pay attention to is to exchange things for one thing, equal exchange. If you can come up with something of the same value to exchange with us, then we can teach textile technology. ”

With his hands behind his back, the factory owner looked up at a painting hanging on the wall, on which several people were busy working on textile technology.

"This ......"

Dongfang Yi suddenly hesitated, and the plates they brought out were robbed by horse thieves. The only silver in the world was also given by Chu Shan and Liu Yuanwai.

Even if Dongfang Yigang didn't eat or drink when he played basketball, and took out all the silver on his body, there was very little

Very few. You can't even buy a textile machine, let alone someone else's textile count.

"In such a short period of time, where did we raise so much silver, you are obviously embarrassed." Nalan Jin was a little anxious and angrily scolded the factory owner with the screen.

"I didn't force you to make this deal, if you don't think you have anything to trade with us, you can go back immediately." The factory owner raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the door, asking the textile lady to send off the customer.

"You!"

Nalan Jin was angry, and when he wanted to debate a few words with the factory owner, he had already been expelled from the outside of the textile factory, and there were two more big men guarding the door, and Dongfang Yi wanted to go in and negotiate in detail, but he couldn't even step into the threshold.

The two of them touched the ashes of their noses, and it was best to leave with a disgraced face. Along the way, Nalan Jin blamed herself, probably because she was too excited to let the elder master coax them out.

"I'm sorry, Dongfang, I seem to have messed things up again." Nalan Jin pitifully blew down the corners of her eyes.

"It's okay, if it were me, I wouldn't give up my skills to others so easily, don't blame myself anymore." Dongfang Yi smiled lightly and touched Nalan Jin's head to comfort.

(End of chapter)