"You come and open it," Grandma Li handed her a key, and the person who lost a few teeth spoke a little leaky, "I heard from the people in the village, you have helped us a lot, if you can use the things in this cabinet, take them." ”

Shen Qingqian was both puzzled and curious in her heart, the key in her hand opened the wooden cabinet, and after pushing open the wooden cabinet door, she was stunned in front of the wooden cabinet, "This is ...... It's ......"

Grandma Li said with a smile: "It's not anything special, this cabinet is full of my own improvements to the loom over the years, and some records of weaving skills." ”

That's right, it's a whole cabinet of drawings and texts!

Shen Qingqian stretched out his hand and took out one of the books and opened it, and his heart was agitated again.

Grandma Li is illiterate, all the records here are all drawn with pictures, and the master's intentions can be seen on every page, even if there is not a word on these papers, it can still be understood by Shen Qingqian, a layman.

And the drawings on one of the books are already very close to Jenny's loom.

"It's a pity, I haven't read a book, although some places are drawn, but others may not be able to understand, girl, if you don't understand something in the future, feel free to ask my wife." Grandma Li sighed.

The shock in Shen Qingqian's heart at this time has not subsided, and he only feels that this is the real craftsman spirit.

A woman who has never read a book, with the only knowledge she has of drawing, has passed down a technical record!

"Grandma," Shen Qingqian took a deep breath, "Thank you!" ”

"What's the thanks? If these things are not handed over to you, they will be left to the village, and without you, our village may have lost all this craft, and we have to thank you in the end......"

Shen Qingqian interrupted her, "No, Grandma, you don't know how precious these things are of yours. ”

Speaking of this, she turned around and looked at the crowd of onlookers outside, and said seriously: "Fellow villagers, we will soon open a women's school in northern Hubei Province, and the technology of textile will be compiled into the textbooks of women's school, and girls in Shangyang Village can go to women's school for free in the future." ”

As soon as these words came out, the people of Shangyang Village instantly quieted down.

A moment later, there was a lot of talk in the crowd.

"What? Female Studies? Does it mean that girls can go to school? ”

"What do the six girls mean, does it mean that our daughters will be able to read and write in the future?"

"And what the sixth girl said is that our girls can study for free!"

"This, this, this...... We will never be afraid of being deceived in the future! ”

A seven or eight-year-old girl stood in front of Shen Qingqian at some point, she looked at Shen Qingqian timidly and asked, "Sister fairy, is what you said true?" Can I really go to school? Don't want my father and mother to give money? ”

"Really," Shen Qingqian bent down and brushed her hair behind her ears, her eyes encouraging her, "You and your sisters can go." ”

Shangyang Village is different from other places, their patriarchal thinking is much lighter, after all, most of the weaving cloth is done by women, and the status of women in Shangyang Village is similar to that of men.

Therefore, many people are actually willing to let their daughters read and write, but the school does not accept female students, and they have no money to invite their husbands to teach in the village, so they can only give up in the end.

But in this world, without knowledge, there is no way to progress, and even people are often deceived.

Now what Shen Qingqian promised made the people of Shangyang Village ecstatic.

"Thank you, Sixth Girl! Thank you, Sangongzi! ”

Thanking the villagers one after another, Shen Qingqian and Shen Shan calmed them down for a while.