At dinner, Aunt Ye said to Xiao Man: "In the afternoon, a cloth pick-up person came to the village, sold our family's bundle of cloth, and took the money to exchange some chickens with the Lizheng family to come home." ”

The cloth recipients are the guys in the town's dyeing workshop, who will carry bundles of cloth on their backs, shake rattles, and go from village to village to collect and sell cloth.

"Our horse is a white cloth, it has no color, and it has not been dyed, do they accept it?"

"I received it, but the price was not high, one foot and two cents, and our piece of cloth was a bundle."

Ye Xiaoman calculated in his heart, a bundle is ten feet, which can be sold for twenty wen, and one tael of silver is one hundred wen, and her mother has worked hard to weave for a month, and she can't even sell half a tael of silver.

"Mother, I have a way to sell our cloth more expensive, can you give me that bundle of cloth?" Ye Xiaoman asked.

Aunt Ye was puzzled: "What are you going to do?" ”

Ye Xiaoman learned a lot of dyeing skills from the jade plate, but he didn't know how to tell her mother, so he said, "When did I lie to you?" Do you believe me or not? ”

Aunt Ye thought about it, and since she woke up, Ye Xiaoman has become much more stable, she has been cooking well in the past two days, and she has done things properly. Besides, if your daughter doesn't believe it, can she still do it?

"Mother believes you, you just have to try."

Ye Xiaoman was moved, she knew how short of money the family was now, and twenty wen might be all the expenses of the family this month, and she felt a heavy weight on her shoulders.

"Then I'll go back first."

Ye Xiaoman didn't dare to delay for a moment, handed over the dishes and chopsticks to Tao Ran to clean up, and went home first.

Through the front yard and the patio, she came to the last courtyard, which has a total of three rooms, the east and middle sides were originally for sundries, and now they are packed out for Tao Ran and them to live, and the west one is used by the Ye family to weave cloth, the door is closed, and the birds are afraid to run in.

Like the front yard, there was a half-man-high water tank in the corner of the yard, with a small half tank of water in it, and a few jars of pickled pickles placed under the west wall, which were already empty, and the new pickles had not yet had time to pickle. There was a stone mill on the east side, which was dry and dry, without any water stains, and was useless for a while.

Ye Xiaoman entered the house, took the white linen cloth off the loom, cut a one-foot-long piece, and soaked it in the water tank.

When she was making cloth, she ran to the back mountain with a basket on her back and picked a lot of blue grass.

The root of the blue grass is the root of the blue grass that can prevent wind and cold, and as soon as spring begins, every family will pick some boiled water to drink. But few people know that bluegrass is a very good dye for its fruit.

Ye Xiaoman separated the banlan root from the blue fruit, took a clean large pot, put the blue fruit into it, crushed it with a stone, and soon got a pot of indigo blue pulp, she used gauze to filter out the peel, leaving only the juice.

Scrape some lime from the wall of the house, and use cornmeal to exchange some soybean flour with Aunt Fan's house in front of her, pour it into the indigo juice, stir it thick with a stick, and then take out the linen cloth that has been soaked for a long time, put it in a basin, and beat it repeatedly to let the indigo syrup seep into the cloth.

In addition to dyeing the whole cloth, Ye Xiaoman actually has a better way, which can dye patterns and various patterns. But in that case, it will take a lot of time, and now she is short of time, and she is in a hurry to do something, so she will make a rough appearance to the cloth receiver first, and then go to do something else after getting the letter.

Thinking of the white silver, thinking of the fragrant meat, and thinking of the white rice, Ye Xiaoman was full of strength, and he rubbed and hammered the cloth vigorously.

After a while, she lifted the material and saw that the indigo was evenly dyed, and the original monotonous white linen had changed its appearance, blue as the sky.

Ye Xiaoman nodded with satisfaction, set up the drying rack, and spread the cloth on the rack to dry.

Then she ran to the embankment and looked in the direction of the entrance to the village.

About half an hour later, there was a "dong dong" drum sound in the distance.

Ye Xiaoman's eyes lit up.