The mentality of setting off determines whether the future road is broad, and her inner thoughts are not a good thing for Yun Ji.

"This is just the beginning." Li Qingdao, the plan to make money is going on silently.

After the cotton is deseeded, there is still a layer of cotton on top of the cottonseed, which can only be counted.

After weighing, there were twenty pounds of cotton left.

This time, there are few plants, and the yield is not very high, and it is beyond Li Qing's budget to have twenty catties.

"Twenty pounds, you can fill three quilts." Jiang grabbed a handful of cotton in his hand, the cotton silk was soft and delicate.

The fabric spun from cotton fiber silk will be stronger and more durable than that spun from silk, and it will have better air permeability.

"I can't use it to fill the quilt, I have another good use." Li Qing pressed Jiang's hand and asked her to put the cotton in the cloth bag. In order to protect the cleanliness of the cotton, Jiang picked up the quilt that could not be covered overnight due to the disaster at home and changed it into a cloth bag.

"Huh?"

What else can this cotton do besides filling the quilt? If you want to weave fabric, it's hard to die, and I've heard that the process is very complicated.

It has to be made into twists first, then spun into yarn, and then shuttled on the machine to weave the cloth.

This thing is short and weak, and it is already very troublesome to make twists, and then spin them into thread balls with a spinning machine one by one. It all relies on a force of manual brute force, not to mention how uncomfortable it is, and the efficiency is very low. What's more, today's spinning machines are not suitable for spinning cotton.

So far, there is no loom suitable for weaving cotton cloth.

Therefore, the price of cotton cloth on the market remains high, close to silk.

Li Qing's top-secret plan is not going to tell Jiang for the time being, she is afraid that Jiang will not be able to stand it. After all, this is a world where men are superior to women, and once Li Qing's plan succeeds, he will inevitably openly challenge the Three Platforms and Five Constants. Jiang is a traditional woman in her bones, and she will collapse.

"I want to spin it into yarn."

The spinning wheel at home is hand-cranked, one person and one thread at a time, and it stands to reason that there is already a pedal type in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. The hand-cranked square cart at home is just a spindle, and the efficiency is low. I have to inquire if there is a three-spindle pedal type.

Jiang: "......" I think you don't want the old lady to be idle. They say they want to twist it into threads, but in fact? It's not the old lady who is doing things. Jiang also knows that his daughter-in-law is a shortcoming in this regard, and he no longer cares too much. It's a good thing for a daughter-in-law to be able to take charge on her own, how can she destroy it herself?

In the following days, Li Qing began to roll cotton into strips.

This is what Jiang taught her. In fact, she has a set of theories, but she doesn't know anything.

Jiang knew that Li Qing would only say that he couldn't do it. It's already a lot of work just to make it into strips. Then put it on the spinning wheel and twist it into threads, working day by day, I don't know when it will be completed.

Li Qing: The path I chose must be completed on my knees.

Spun cotton into yarn and spin yarn into cloth, which is the process of forming cotton cloth. At this stage, all they can do is spin cotton into thread balls, and the loom doesn't know where the loom is in Liu Erye's house.

After a year of precipitation, the knowledge mastered by Yunji is more solid. In another month, I will take the prefectural examination. In addition to reading, he went to the mountains and forests with Li Qing. Experience the fun between the mountains and rivers.

Li Qing is deliberately cultivating Yun Ji's temperament, and the so-called self-cultivation is like this. Master Zhu now completely regards Yun Ji as his disciple, and he is also very dedicated to teaching.

No matter where you are, a person with strong ability will always be respected, and this is the case with Yunji.

His mind is lively, and he is different from most people in the village school. There are not only children in the village school, but also a few thirteen, fourteen, fifteen or sixteen, among whom there is a man named Liu Anqing, who is sixteen years old and is the youngest generation of the Liu family.

Liu Anqing has taken the exam three times, won twice, and was supposed to take the last one last time last year. He was already confident about the title of Xiucai, so why did he cancel it last year.

For a moment, he couldn't stand the blow and began to give up on himself. Older people in the village school are always reluctant to communicate with younger people. I always feel an inexplicable sense of shame.

Suddenly, one day, he saw Yun Ji reading a book that was not supposed to be read at his age. Liu Anqing stared at Yun Ji for a long time, and found that he was able to explain the truth in the book.

Liu Anqing suddenly became interested in this little junior brother, and heard that there was a prodigy who could write poems at the age of seven and write at the age of nine, but he was treated by the imperial court at the age of eleven or twelve.

How did he feel that this little junior brother had the talent to do so? Liu Anqing suddenly had the heart to make friends. Yun Ji has no rejection of this senior brother who suddenly appeared, Liu Anqing is a polite person, and Yun Ji likes polite people.

"Although the junior brother is young, he is talented, which makes the senior brother ashamed."

"What did Senior Brother say? Yun Ji is just a hairy child, less than half a point of his senior brother. Yun and his modest remarks about politeness came easily.

"Senior brother, don't be modest, I heard that my junior brother won the third place in the county exam, and I will wait for next year's government exam, I wish my junior brother to win the top spot in one fell swoop." Liu Anqing said with a smile.

Although Liu Anqing's words have the meaning of killing, it is undeniable that he did say it seriously. As far as the clouds are concerned, it is not harmful.

"If there is anything we don't understand in the future, we can discuss it with each other." He's going to take the college exam this year, so hopefully he'll be able to pass it well.

Liu Anqing thought for a while and said: "On weekdays, we are more or less suspicious because of the age gap, and I hope that the junior brother will not blame." ”

"I've never cared about these details, senior brother doesn't have to think about it."

Yun Ji talks like a little adult, which makes it easy for people to ignore his age, and Liu Anqing at this moment will have some meaning that he is his peers.

Since then, Liu Anqing often talks to Yun Ji after school, and sometimes in the canteen, he also leaves a few "buddies" behind, eats with Yun Ji, and brings his younger brother Liu Anyun.

The Jiang family will not be stingy with Yunji's food, and they will eat the best kind if they want to eat.

Yun Ji is cute, with a mouth and likable, and the lady who cooks in the canteen likes him very much. Coupled with Jiang Xiaohui's secret help, Yunji's dishes have always been more than others. When there is meat and vegetables, the eldest lady will definitely give Yun and the meat.

Liu Anqing looked at the clouds and the bowl, and then compared it with his own bowl. Yunji's bowl is full of meat, and one or two slices in his bowl are all lean meat, and there is no fat at all.

That's unfair, isn't it?

Liu Anqing glanced at the eldest lady who was serving rice, and the eldest lady looked at everyone with a smile, and then scooped a spoonful of vegetables with a swish.

"......" I'm much better than those people.

There is no harm without contrast.

Liu Anqing's whole heart was dripping blood in pain.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you? What's this expression? Yun Ji finished eating the food in the bowl, and found that Liu Anqing was biting his chopsticks in a daze, his face was empty and floating, tangled for a while, sad for a while, and laughing for a while.

Isn't it stupid?