The drizzle is like oil, and after a layer of rain, everything is moistened and vigorous.

Wen Cheng is still in the teaching workshop, and he is collecting the new silk that is weaving Xia Cicada with Mama Gong. She came back from the sericulture room and followed Zhangge one morning to see how to feed the silkworms.

Originally, weaving was not supposed to be in the workshop, but it happened that a new textile machine was moved to the workshop, and it had not yet been officially used, so the aunt of the textile came here to use it, and by the way, she tried the machine.

Wen Cheng sat in front of the loom and watched his aunt who was also sitting in front of the loom pulling the machine: "This silk is about three hundred zhang, and it is complicated when the silk is reeled." Compared with our textile, it is much simpler. ”

"Reeling?" Wen Cheng sat upright next to him. Since learning the rules of the palace, she has become more and more dignified: "I only watched feeding silkworms at noon today, and I have never seen silk reeling." ”

"Didn't I say that this silk reeling thing is very troublesome." Mama Gong pulled the weft thread and said, "Reeling silk." To cook the cocoon silk first, separate the different ones. It is also finely synthesized into raw silk or tussah silk.

According to the difference between the ups and downs of the silkworm cocoon when reeling silk, it can be divided into three types: floating reeling, semi-reeling and sinking reeling. The utensils of silk reeling are still different, and they have to be separated one by one. Anyway, it's very troublesome, it will take several months to learn the light reeling silk, and I definitely can't learn it today. ”

Mama Gong said, pointing to the small bit of weaving cloth she had woven and said: "You are seriously optimistic about my weaving technique, one today, one tomorrow, don't get confused when you learn it." Later, when all the summer silkworms came out, I didn't have time to teach you so carefully. ”

"Grandma, don't worry." Wen Cheng said softly: "I've learned now, and I'm going to practice for three and a half years later, so I'm not afraid I won't be able to remember." ”

Mama Gong also laughed when she heard Wen Cheng's soft voice. After getting along with this princess Wencheng for a few days, she liked it more and more.

is different from the arrogance and rudeness of the princesses in the descendant clan who do whatever they want, nor are they as rigid and serious as they are. It's dignified, very simple and dignified. It's like a clear spring, and anyone who gets along with her is comfortable.

She does not have the domineering of Gaoyang, the delicate of Chengyang, the seriousness and bearing of the eldest princess and the fifth princess, and the intelligence of the crown princess.

Only dignified, as dignified and gentle as water.

"Look at what I weave here, I have never dyed this silk, and this kind of cloth is woven into grey silk, and then it is colored. It is called raw weaving. There is also a kind of ripe weaving, that is, before weaving into cloth, the silk must be dyed first. After weaving, there is no need to be dyed after the grey silk is woven.

Cooked weaving is more troublesome than raw weaving, and the silk that is woven is better. Such as brocade and taffeta, they are all cooked weaving. Mama Gong likes Wencheng, and when she thought that this little daughter would go to a barbarian land thousands of miles away in more than a year, she taught her more and more carefully.

Wen Cheng was listening carefully, and suddenly heard a shout outside the workshop: "Wen Cheng? Wencheng, where are you? ”

Hearing this, Wen Cheng turned his head to look at the door of the room, and frowned suspiciously. Then he looked at Mama Gong next to her.

The palace grandmother also frowned, and frowned deeper than Wen Cheng, with a helpless face, and sighed: "It's the seventeenth princess, it seems that you can't learn today." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw a girl dressed in a blue and blue gauze skirt with a light red gold half-arm reflecting the bead pattern, jumped into the threshold, and looked at Wen Chengdao: "You are really here!" ”

Wen Cheng looked at Gao Yang and was a little strange. She has been in the palace for more than half a year, and she has not said more than three words to Gao Yang, why did she come to find herself today?

"Gao Yang, what's the matter with you?" Wen Cheng still sat on the stool in front of the loom and asked.

Mama Gong next to her had already stood up and saluted. Gao Yang walked to the stool where the palace grandmother was going to sit and beckoned his little chamberlain: "Wanqing, bring it." ”

The little chamberlain next to him hurriedly got to the ground with the cage drawer he was holding in his hand.

Gao Yang took one of them, opened the first floor, and then took out a drawer and handed it to Wen Cheng: "No, I made it myself." "As long as she stares at it, it's all her own doing.

Wen Cheng looked at the different styles of dim sum in it and said in surprise: "You made it all?" She always thought that Gao Yang was uninhibited, but she didn't expect her hands to be so skillful.

It is really a human being who cannot be revealed.

Wen Cheng took the handkerchief handed by Gong E next to him, twisted one and tasted it, his eyes lit up: "What you do is better than what the cook in my palace does!" ”

Gao Yang raised his chin proudly, with a satisfied expression: "Of course." ”

Wen Cheng was eating, his eyes touched the palace grandmother next to him, and looked into the drawer. There are only two in one drawer. After thinking about it, she handed the drawer in her hand to the weaving palace grandmother: "Mama, you can eat it too." ”

Mama Gong was flattered and hurriedly stepped back: "The princess is loved, the slave doesn't dare!" "When she was teaching, she was the master. But usually, she is just a slave.

Wen Cheng smiled disapprenously: "Princess Ci, can you still push?" As he spoke, he handed it over in Mama Gong's overwhelmed eyes.

Gao Yang looked puzzled beside him: "Wen Cheng, she is just a slave, why are you giving it to her?" "She's been doing it all morning. There are only two in one drawer, and Wen Cheng can still give one to these slaves. What do you think......

Hearing this, Mama Gong was even more frightened, and hurriedly handed over the drawer in her hand. Wen Cheng pressed the drawer back and said, "Yes, Mama Gong also wants to thank Gao Yang, this is what Gao Yang did." ”

Seeing Wen Cheng's insistence, Gao Yang didn't say anything more, only pouted. After all, the snacks have been given to others, and what others want to do is someone else's business.

Mama Gong peeked at Gao Yang's expression, and saw that she was no longer stopping, so she took the drawer and retreated in panic.

Wen Cheng turned his head and looked at Gao Yang: "Won't you just bring me snacks when you come here?" As he spoke, he swept over the two cage drawers that the little waiter next to him was holding in his hand.

"Who else are you going to give it to?" Wen Cheng asked.

Gao Yang was anxious when he heard this: "What to give to whom, I won't send anyone!" ”

Wen Cheng was a little strange: "Why don't you send so much?" He said suddenly: "Shouldn't it all be given to me?" ”

Gao Yang hurriedly protected the cage drawer in the hand of the little waiter and went back: "No, no, no!" Saying that, he was afraid that Wen Cheng would come forward and rob her.

Wen Cheng didn't expect Gao Yang to react like this, so he couldn't help laughing; "Is there anything else you have to do?" As for why Gao Yang brought so many snacks, it had nothing to do with her.

Hearing this, Gao Yang looked at Wen Cheng's lips and hesitation. Zhiwu didn't open his mouth for a long time.

Wen Cheng listened patiently and did not interrupt her.

At this moment, I heard the commotion outside the workshop, and I only heard many people saluting: "The slave has seen the crown princess and the princess of Chengyang!" ”

Gao Yang's eyes lit up, she is here!