The textile workshop is officially opened.

It is said that with such extensive recruitment, it should be inevitable that there will be a few indiscriminate ones.

But there are five households that guarantee each other's requirements, and then pass the test of this level and one card, things are gathered in kind, and people are divided in groups.

On the whole, the people who come to work are relatively good.

The female workers were chattering and very lively, truly interpreting the saying that three women in one play.

Luo Xiaoqiao summoned everyone to the wool workshop and took out a few combs. It's a big wooden board with countless iron needles stuck upside down.

The visitors had never seen anything like this before, and they were all curious.

"Little Joe, what is this?" There was a lively little girl, who was not afraid of her, and came up and asked.

"This is called a card, look at it, just use this, comb all the wool", Luo Xiaoqiao said while calling Aunt Wei, and the two cooperated to demonstrate.

The comb is scraped repeatedly and carefully sorted to comb the washed hair into a net.

Then, on the fixed cutting board, the hair is thinned and elongated by means of an inverted iron nail.

Finally, it is twisted and wound, and the wool is hand-kneaded into wool.

The female workers looked at it with a look of surprise on their faces.

I always knew that Luo Xiaoqiao had a brain, but I didn't expect that she could change the use of things that everyone knew every day.

"It's really amazing, it's like cotton, it can be kneaded into a thread", a few aunts thought that they couldn't see it carefully enough from a distance, so they came up to observe it up closely, and pinched the wool with their hands and twisted it a few times.

"Xiao Qiao, this line is a little thick, and it's a little prickly, can it work?" Aunt Wei also asked suspiciously.

"It's okay, you can rub the wool in the morning, and in the afternoon, I'll teach you how to knit sweaters," Luo Xiaoqiao said.

The female workers don't care if they understand what knitting is called, anyway, they just make clothes, and use this wool to make clothes. They really can't believe it, what can this do?

In any case, the people who come are very hardworking, and the owner will do whatever he wants.

But even if they didn't stop working all morning, the efficiency was still extremely low, and each of them made a small curl of yarn.

The female workers were afraid that Luo Xiaoqiao would think it was not cost-effective, so they would dispel the idea of weaving, and they would have no work.

So when Luo Xiaoqiao came in the afternoon, they were all a little apprehensive and a little embarrassed: "Xiao Qiao, you see, it's not that my aunt is deliberately so slow, it's really not easy." ”

Luo Xiaoqiao smiled: "It's okay aunt, I know, I just let you practice your hands in the past two days, and then my tools arrive, and it's going to be soon."

Aunt Bao and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief, Luo Xiaoqiao asked everyone to stop, they all came around, she walked to the edge of a small stool, took the ball of wool that Aunt Bao twisted nearby, took out two sharpened sweater needles, and began to teach everyone to knit sweaters.

While teaching, Luo Xiaoqiao sighed that he had done everything in order to save money back then, otherwise he would really be blind at this time.

Aunt Bao and Meihua, their eyes were staring at Luo Xiaoqiao's hands, their mouths were a little unclosing, watching her ten fingers fly, and a small piece was woven after a while.

"Little Joe, what is this?" Aunt Wei has been with her for so long, she didn't know she still had this hand.

"This is what I mean by sweater, knitted with wool into clothes, worn warm in winter, no worse than a padded jacket. It's also lightweight and snug and beautiful, isn't it? ”

Aunt Bao nodded again and again, and the other aunts were also shocked, full of admiration.

No wonder the Luo family can get up, who hasn't seen wool? But do you see who can remove the smell of wool and spin it into thread to make clothes?

Not to mention the change in the sweater stitching, directly outlining the pattern on the clothes, this little girl is really amazing.

"Okay, that's it, Aunt Bao San'er with a few skillful knitting sweaters, and the rest of you continue to pull the yarn."

After Luo Xiaoqiao finished teaching, he chose a few little girls who were more spiritual, divided the work on the spot, and let them do it for themselves.

Anyway, with Aunt Wei watching, even if it is not for wages, for the sake of their own lives, these little girls are not lazy.

A few aunts really couldn't do such a fine job, so Luo Xiaoqiao asked them to follow them to the next door to play cotton.

In short, the gang settled down temporarily.

However, what Luo Xiaoqiao didn't expect was that her eldest sister Luo Xiaoni actually returned to the house with a large ball of yarn in the evening.

"Eldest sister, what are you doing?" Luo Niuniu asked.

Luo Xiaoni blushed: "I, I knit a sweater to practice my hands"

Luo Xiaoqiao looked at her like this and smiled: "Eldest sister, are you practicing according to Brother Zhiping's size?" ”

"No, don't talk nonsense, I'll knit one for my grandparents", Luo Xiaoni hurriedly explained, her flushed face was simply three hundred taels of silver here.

"Yo, eldest sister, Aunt Wei has already knitted for us, so we can't wear that much", Luo Xiaoqiao continued to tease her.

Luo Xiaoni turned to go back to the room.

"Sister, if you want to admit it, I'll teach you other tricks, this sweater looks good when knitted", Luo Xiaoqiao said slowly in the back.

Luo Xiaoni didn't speak, slowly turned around and came back, and stuffed the sweater needle into her hand: "Hurry up"

Luo Xiaoqiao: ... Love is so dizzy, even her eldest sister can't escape it.

On the second day, as the men who went out took back more wool one after another, the workshop became lively.

After Luo Xiaoqiao taught them a few simple weaving techniques, he let them try it themselves.

Anyway, the wool can be dismantled and restarted if it is good or bad.

Originally, women workers only knew how to spin cotton into thread, weave it into cloth, and finally use it to make clothes.

This is the first time that I have directly knitted clothes with thread, and I am all excited.

Aunt Bao San is really worthy of Luojia Village's well-known ingenuity, all kinds of acupuncture, teach it once.

And she has good embroidery skills, the patterns are all designed by herself, and after learning various stitches, she directly lays out the sweater and weaves large pieces of flowers and leaves.

Although there is no dyed yarn, it can only be a little yellowish white, but it can be seen that it is extremely delicate.

Luo Xiaoqiao was deeply glad for himself, for one or two halves of silver, he dug up such a talent, it was simply worth it.

After a big change in her life, Meihua has not completely eased up, but her spirit is much better, her eyes are shining, and when she looks at Luo Xiaoqiao, she is soft and dripping, and she is also very hard-working.

"Aunt Baosan, from now on, you will be the housekeeper of this sweater spinning, you teach them to weave like this, whoever learns well and learns quickly, I have a reward."

As soon as Luo Xiaoqiao said, the little girls' eyes widened.

Who doesn't know that Luo Xiaoqiao is generous, the reward she said is definitely not bad.

So they all worked hard to learn.

After seven or eight days, when Luo Xiaoqiao stepped into this workshop again, he saw a very elegant woolen sweater.

Different from the long gowns often worn by the ancients, but after being mentioned by her, it is a very close-fitting half-body sweater, with delicate wildflowers blooming on the chest, like a vibrant sunflower in the mountains and forests.

Luo Xiaoqiao couldn't help laughing, stepped forward to touch her clothes, and asked, "It's Aunt Bao'er's craftsmanship, it's very good." ”

Meihua looked at her expression and laughed: "Xiao Qiao, it's my mother, I made it for you, can you take a look?" ”

The workshop is full of female workers, Luo Xiaoqiao is not particular, just pick it up and put it on her body, and a soft and cute little girl appears in front of her, playful and beautiful.

Aunt Bao couldn't help but burst into tears.

"It fits perfectly, thank you, auntie." After Luo Xiaoqiao finished speaking, he took it off and asked Aunt Wei to help put it away.

The best way to accept someone else's heart is to wear it in front of her interview, and if you like it, you have to tell her.