"Whoa......

"Whoa......

Green silk sends peach fragrance, a wisp of thousands of miles of xia, Yin Yin grass color, Zaza machine language. There are many private weaving shops in the west side of the city, and they are lively in the morning.

The master and apprentice also got up to meet the rooster's crow, got busy early, and fished out the soaked silk thread in the water tank first.

"Be careful, don't damage the thread." I'm afraid that Mrs. Li is only so concerned about Zhiluo, where has she ever been so concerned about other things?

The apprentice began to carefully stretch the bundles of silk threads, check that there were no roughness and nodules, and then hang them on the silk turning cart.

When I was busy, I didn't dare to make a mistake, until I hung a bundle of silk threads and stopped, and Sister An Liu'er praised the master: "Master, this silk is really a few points better than before." ”

The head of the silk thread was pulled out, and the plain weave was twisted on the basket, and the sixth sister was afraid that there would be a little mistake or omission, so that the good silk that took a lot of effort to find lost its quality.

The master is still adjusting the loom that Shicai assembled with the help of Liu Guanren, and still does not forget to turn around and ask the apprentice to pay attention: "Take your time, now the deadline is not so urgent, only when these preparations are made at the beginning, can the later weaving not be delayed." ”

"Only when you weave a good Luo can you be worthy of the person who bought Luo and worthy of this craft." It's not the first year with her, and Mrs. Li is still relieved in the end, but the troubles that lingered in her heart last night made people leave them behind.

The sixth sister didn't know what had happened in the past, but she didn't want to make the master sad again and again because of her curiosity, and she just wanted to do the work under her hands better, worthy of the master and herself.

In response to this sentence, the subordinates who are apprentices are a little more refined, and treat the things in their hands as gold silk and jade beads, coral agate-like treasures, for fear of losing half of it.

It wasn't until all the bundles of silk were set on the silk turning car that Mrs. Li also checked the loom everywhere, and didn't see half a bump, the master and apprentice didn't dare to find leisure at all, and continued to be busy with the next step.

Put the one hundred and thirty-eight baskets in the sand table, and swing them in a position before and after, so that they can be fixed, and it is also convenient to go to the high and low warp rods to wear in the eyes.

Seeing that at noon, the meal was hastily eaten, the master and apprentice couldn't take care of the tiredness, and then separately led the silk to the silk car, although they said that they were not in a hurry, they could still do more every day.

It's a pity that after working all day, the master and apprentice haven't completed the first few steps, and they are so tired that they don't even want to move their fingers......

It wasn't until the time of Ziyun's persuasion to return that many shops that were still about to operate a night market closed their doors first, and the west square of the city was no longer so noisy.

"It's not a big problem, it's just that this place has been used for a long time, and some of it is worn out, so it can be replaced." Mrs. Li is really proficient, and she can see the problem at a glance.

Liu Guanren thanked his friends, and both of them tacitly knew why the former didn't know how to repair the loom - when Fang Niang was there, she took care of the loom carefully, or she wouldn't have had a problem over the years......

"If there is a chance in the future, I will disassemble this part and talk to Liu Guanren, if this loom is not well served, where can it be called Luo Weaving?"

Mrs. Li stood up after saying that, the eyes that were covered with veils in the ripples were like the West Lake, but they were also full of red silk dyed by the years, and when her eyes swept to the loom and the flowers that had not been finished, Mrs. Li did not miss her head in admiration.

The distant mountains are green and daisy, and they are invincible among the flowers. This smoke-colored peony hibiscus pattern Luo generously tight, the mountains and rivers style spring brocade, all woven by this shuttle line into the square Rory.