There are a lot of books on the study of ancient clothing, but there are very few when it comes to traditional fabrics.

Seeing Luo Mengdi turn around and walk towards the bookshelves deep in the library, Jiang Yang frowned, he felt that those professional books were too boring, although there were indeed many research results in them, but ......

Young people like to read such old pedantic books, and autistic children will not do it.

Jiang Yang was thinking about how to make this learning process more interesting, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a row of "Book of Songs" on the bookshelf, and then thought of the Chinese class in high school, thanks to the interesting soul of the Chinese teacher, he knew that there were all kinds of background stories hidden in the Book of Songs, and those plain and beautiful words hidden the intention that could be chewed and pondered.

Thinking of "I used to be in the past, and the willows were still there", and "How can I say that I have no clothes, and I am in the same robe with my son", my thoughts gradually drifted away......

Without waiting for his thoughts to fly completely, Jiang Yang took a copy, opened it and read it, and what caught his eye happened to be the "Decline".

Decline, decline, no return? Because of Weijun, Hu is exposed.

Decline, decline, no return? Weijun's bow, Hu is in the mud.

This short poem is not a symbol of hard love, as many romance dramas and romance novels say, not only does it not have that romantic beauty, but is full of bitterness, which is the complaint of the working commoners of the time against the king Dagui.

It's getting dark, the night is coming, why don't you go home yet? If it weren't for you, how could you still be working in the fields!

…… Flipping through a few more pages, I saw a familiar poem again.

Hooligans, hugging cloth trade silk. Bandits come to trade silk, and I seek to come.

Before, Jiang Yang didn't read this poem, and the scoundrel he thought of was all dressed in white Ge Mai, with a dark complexion like Li Cheng, and his eyes were as bright as Li Cheng, but they were more robust, and he looked like an iron man.

But at this moment, he didn't think about it so much, but noticed one of the words, that is, the word "silk".

Suddenly, my eyes lit up, and I thought of an interesting idea.

Luo Mengdi came over with three generous books, and found that Jiang Yang was actually holding a book of poetry reading, first "um~" to indicate existence, and then her eyes moved smartly, as if she could speak, she asked the other party: "Are you lazy?" ”

Seeing the other party's eyes, Jiang Yang also looked back, first staring at the other party's eyes, and then quickly landed on the book in his hand, and raised the book in his hand at the same time. It probably means: "Look at it, study it seriously, and find my own way, maybe I will become a generation of masters." ”

Luo Mengdi probably understood what he meant, but it was obviously impossible to accurately read the self-translation in Jiang Yang's heart, otherwise she might not be able to help but smile and ask, "Could it be that he is a master of the rat?" ”

There is a sentence in the Book of Poetry: rats have skin, but people have no etiquette.

She felt that this sentence was very suitable for making fun of Jiang Yang.

……

Although it was inconvenient to talk, after the two of them found a table by the window and sat down, Jiang Yang opened the Book of Poetry and showed the few records of ancient clothing and fabrics that he had just found.

First turn to the page of "The Worm of the Hooligans", point to the sentence "The Worms of the Hooligans, Hug the Cloth Trade Silk", and write this sentence on the paper at the same time.

Then he quickly flipped to another place, pointed to the sentence "Lamb Qiu is like wet, straight and waiting", and transcribed it easily.

Then he flipped to a certain place and wrote, "Brilliant and beautiful, into Bei Jin." He who speaks to others has also become greater".

Closing the book, Jiang Yang wrote the words "silk", "skin" and "brocade" respectively after these three sentences on the paper as notes.

Luo Mengdi's beautiful eyes flowed, and there was an indescribable sense of appreciation.

…… So, the two decided to find these clues from the Book of Poetry first, which seemed to be very interesting.

For this reason, the two also played a game, the poetry of the fifteen national styles, each took seven or eight, from which to find out the description of ancient clothes and clothing, more for the victory, less for the punishment.

As for what the punishment was, both said they hadn't thought it through.

Although there is no high-five, there are also three chapters of the law, and the punishment will not violate the student's code of conduct, nor will it be beyond his ability, but it can make the other party laugh.

For this bet, the two of them also tried their best to check in their eyes, and after a morning, they felt full of poetry and books.

As the saying goes, "there are poems and books in the belly", when he walked out of the library, Jiang Yang felt that he was angry, and his vision became different, and he only felt that there was a bright ......

"Well, how many places did you find? How many categories are there? Luo Mengdi couldn't help but ask when he saw Jiang Yang's arrogant look.

"I'm afraid of losing, it's okay, I'm thinking of a lighter punishment."

"Foolish dreams."

"Idiot, two broad knowledge, the so-called two wide knowledge, know the sky, know the earth; Dreamer, Luo Mengdi, the so-called idiot talking about dreams, isn't it praising me, a well-known person, for knowing that there is a fairy like you in the heavens and on the earth? It's okay, don't be so subtle. ”

"I still know that you are afraid that you are not going to be slapped in the face." Luo Mengdi couldn't help it, and scolded with a smile.

"Alright, let's get down to business." Jiang Yang straightened his face and tightened his collar tightly, only to feel a little warmer.

"There are many poems about the description of clothes, but after classifying them, it is found that the materials of clothes in the Zhou Dynasty are mainly leather, leather, silk, and linen."

"Oh? I think I also saw the brocade cloth...... It is a shell brocade. He who speaks to others is already very great! Luo Mengdi was skeptical.

"Well, you listen to me first." Jiang Yang stroked his non-existent beard, took a breath of cold air, felt refreshed, and then said: "The skin refers to the animal skin." Leather refers to leather boots that have been processed and processed, such as heating and boiling and then reshaping and drying. ”

As it is said in the Book of Songs, "The skin of the lamb is five silks...... The leather of the lamb, the five threads of silk"? Well...... There is also a sentence "Lamb Qiu is like wet, straight and waiting". When Luo Mengdi heard this, he nodded and recited two sentences from the Book of Poetry by the way.

"Yes." Jiang Yang smiled slightly and continued: "The brocade you said just now should belong to silk in terms of material.

Silk refers to animal silk, generally silk, which is the favorite clothing material of the ancients, and it is also the most expensive.

Not to mention that the Silk Road of the Han Dynasty was famous all over the world, and it was spread to Rome and other countries, and in the Shang and Zhou dynasties, the princes and nobles could often wear it, and ordinary people could only use it as valuable gifts, just like in the Book of Songs

"Green clothes are silky, and women are cured. I think of the ancients, 俾 (bi, three tones) no 訧 (you, three tones) Xi, and ...... Hooligans, hugging cloth trade silk, bandits come to trade silk, come to me to seek ......" Luo Mengdi replied in one bite, recited two more sentences, and forcibly cut off the highlight moment of Jiang Yang's pretending to be knowledgeable, seeing Jiang Yang's depressed look, he couldn't help but hide his face and smile: "Hehe~~"

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