The next day, Sun Liu came to the workshop area nervously, Tang Ping was not there, but she had already explained to the steward, and she could indeed come back to weave again.

This also made her heart finally relaxed, and she made up her mind that she would work hard in the future, and she would definitely not live up to Tang Ping's trust.

Tang Ping didn't come, so she asked to go to work first.

The goods here are in short supply, and since Tang Ping agreed to her coming back, of course there was no problem with the person in charge, so he directly let her weave.

After a while, Tang Ping, who woke up, took Wang Qingluan to the weaving workshop.

"The proprietor, Sun Liu's family is here, and he is already weaving cloth inside."

"Okay!" Tang Ping nodded and found Sun Liu, who was weaving.

Sun Liu wanted to salute, but was stopped by Tang Ping: "No need to be polite."

Then he picked up the cloth she had knitted, looked at it and frowned, "This cloth is not right."

That Sun Liu was startled, this is finally back, how can he get his hands on the first piece of cloth is wrong.

habitually had to kneel again, and then was pulled by Wang Qingluan.

"How many times have you said it, don't kneel to me!" Tang Ping was a little speechless, the higher his title, the more these workers liked to kneel for themselves.

"I said your cloth is wrong, it's the same cloth you weave today as theirs." Tang Ping pointed to the other weavers: "I want you to help me weave the original one, the less breathable the better."

Sun Liu didn't expect Tang Ping to call himself back because of this, but whatever the proprietor said, it was what he said.

Nodding, she took off the cloth she had just knitted, she picked the machine slightly, and then said weakly, "This machine is tuned like this, and the cloth woven is like that."

Then he explained: "My husband was also a craftsman, and I also learned a little bit from it, and the machine was stuck that day, so I adjusted the following."

Tang Ping asked her to try it, and sure enough, the woven cloth became much finer again.

This loom can be adjusted, Tang Ping asked the craftsman to do a good job, and agreed to transfer it to the weaver once, so the cloth woven by everyone is the same, only Sun Liu's because the loom is stuck, did not find a craftsman to adjust, but started by himself.

Tang Ping found that after she adjusted it, the loom pulled the yarn tighter, and then the fibers became more fine, which caused the cloth to become thinner, but not so breathable.

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Tang Ping asked someone to go to the workshop next door to get some glue, and glued the two layers of cloth together, which made it even more breathable.

"That's it!" Tang Ping was overjoyed, and then said to the steward, "Find a few more people to weave cloth according to Sun Liu's transfer, I will be useful."

After clarifying the amount he wanted, Tang Ping took Sun Liu to find the Wang Tieniu brothers again, and now the two brothers are very proud, but after seeing Tang Ping, they are more respectful, and they know that it is completely the reason why Tang Ping can have today.

"Come, as I said, pull out such a wire, and then use this bamboo basket here."

Although I don't know what Tang Ping is going to do, the drawing looks like an upside-down duck pear, but what Tang Ping says is what it is.

A few days later, the glued three layers of fabric were all delivered, and it can be said that it is completely breathable.

Then Tang Ping asked someone to fix the fabrics to the wire shelf that had been made in advance.

Except for Wang Qingluan, no one knows what he is doing.

After everything was pressed, Tang Ping took a deep breath, and then lit one of the special stoves in the bamboo basket below.

As Lao Cui vigorously used the blower to blow the air inward, the burning coke finally began to slowly burst into huge flames.

Then the cloth bag, which was originally soft and lying on its stomach, began to bulge gradually.

That's right, Tang Ping just wants to make a hot air balloon.

The Montgolfeld brothers, as a hot air balloon, first used linen to paste paper to ensure airtightness, and then burned wool and wet straw.

They can all complete the manned flight of the hot air balloon, and Tang Ping still doesn't believe that he can't fly with better cloth and better fuel.

Lao Cui was tired and replaced by Lao Du, and the cloth bag on the heater was completely bulging at this time.

Although Lao Cui jumped out of the bamboo basket, the entire hot air balloon shook slightly.

Lao Du was startled, and was about to stop, but Tang Ping shouted, "Don't stop, continue!"

Tang Ping spoke, Lao Du naturally continued to blow the wind, and then in everyone's surprised eyes, the bamboo basket shook slightly from side to side, and actually slowly left the ground.

"Fly! Fly!"

"The proprietor has ascended to heaven!"

"Oh my God, the proprietor is flying!"

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The test was chosen on the football field, and there was no ball game in the morning, but many villagers from Shanghe Village came to see what the proprietor was going to do.

But they could not have imagined that their proprietor would fly up with that ugly-looking big cloth bag.

"yes, it worked!" Tang Ping swung his fist hard, and the bamboo basket shook slightly, and he regained his balance.

He didn't expect that the first test would be successful, because there was a rope tied underneath, so the hot air balloon was only more than a meter above the ground and suspended there.

But even though it was only a little more than a meter, it was the first time that people in this world had seen something that could fly with human power.

Tang Ping fell down the rope ladder, and then happily said to Wang Qingluan, "Come, I'll show you!"

This will be because the hot air balloon is already filled with hot air, as long as the stove continues to burn, so Lao Du was driven down by Tang Ping, who unloaded the mill and killed the donkey.

Then he asked the following to make the rope longer, and Tang Ping took Wang Qingluan to fly to the height of about three meters of branches.

"How? I said I could bring your wish true."

Wang Qingluan looked at Tang Ping, who was smirking at him, this guy, he just said that he wanted to fly to the sky that day, but he didn't expect him to do it so quickly.

Originally, Tang Ping wrote such a poem to Yun Wuyue, Wang Qingluan always had a little taste in her heart, even if she was raised as a man, but he liked Tang Ping, and he didn't want to share it with others.

But at this moment, those deep unhappiness in my heart have disappeared, there is such a man who can take himself to heaven because of his casual words, what is there to be dissatisfied with?

Thinking like this, Wang Qingluan pressed against Tang Ping.

"What are you going to do...... Hmm!" Tang Ping felt his lips cold.

Then before he had a good taste, Wang Qingluan sat up straight again.

No one saw it here anyway, and she wasn't embarrassed.

"It's a reward for you, but how high can you fly?"

"Well......" Tang Ping thought for a while, "It's not a big problem for tens of meters, but this is an experimental product, so you have to let it float more, and only after testing all kinds of data can you dare to let it fly higher."

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