Two days later, Ning Changrong came to check, the smell of wool was indeed much lighter, and the wool that was originally dirty was now a lot whiter, all spread on the open ground, looking like a cloud.

Ning Husheng explained as he walked, "Didn't you tell me before that this wool was used to make clothes? There was a woman whose husband's family was a hunter before she became a soldier."

"I took them to remove the grease from the wool, and after drying it, they combed out all the weeds in the wool, and added these two more steps, and now some of the wool is still being made."

"But if you're in a hurry, these should last a few days."

Ning Changrong didn't expect that it would be so troublesome before the wool was made into wool, and he said to Ning Husheng in admiration: "I was negligent about this, but fortunately, you thought about it thoroughly."

Ning Husheng scratched, scratched the back of his head, and said with a smile, "It's okay if I don't delay your business."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Bring me a bag first." Ning Changrong said.

"For the rest, you continue to watch them figure it out." Take a bag of clean wool and explain before Ning Changrong leaves.

The subordinate followed Ning Changrong with the wool, all the way to the backyard of the Ning Mansion, and Ning Changrong asked the other party to put down the wool and retreat.

In ancient times, men in the backyard were generally not allowed to enter.

Although Ning Changrong didn't care about this, he also had to think about his daughter's reputation.

When he came to the open space in the backyard, Ning Qingxi was hammering with a bunch of tools.

Wang Xiujuan was also on the side to help deliver things.

The main reason is that Ning Qingxi is not worried about others, and she doesn't know if this machine can be passed out.

Ning Changrong dragged the bag of wool and put it directly next to Ning Qingxi.

"It's been two days, and you haven't figured it out yet?"

Ning Qingxi was speechless, what did her father think was a wool machine? Chinese cabbage? If you say you can get it out, it will take time for the Chinese cabbage to grow.

"How can it be so fast? No matter how smart your daughter is, you'll have to give me some time."

Ning Changrong pointed to the parts under his feet, "Didn't the craftsman directly help you build these things, can you just assemble them?" Why does it take so long?"

Ning Qingxi clapped his hands and stood up, "Dad, you really don't have a backache when you stand and talk."

"Doesn't it take me time to draw this woollen machine? Don't put it back in doesn't take time? I haven't done it again, isn't it normal to be slower? This part was only delivered this morning, and now it's only been half an hour at most, so I'm not slow, right?"

Ning Changrong looked at Wang Xiujuan's reproachful eyes and smiled: "Mother, if you have something, you might as well go and go about your own affairs, and I'll help here."

Wang Xiujuan casually sat down over the small stool next to her, pointing to a bunch of things in front of her, "Okay, you come to help, I'll sit here and rest."

Ning Changrong rolled up his sleeves and rolled up several times before freeing his hands.

It reminded him of the freedom to dress when he was poor.

At that time, although the clothes were tattered and old, there was no beauty to speak of, but at least they did not delay things when they worked.

Like being an official now, you have to pay attention to every move, and you have to dress appropriately, and if you are an official now, you have to pay attention to every move, such wide sleeves are not designed for work at all.

The father and daughter stitched together the parts that Ning Qingxi had polished out in the encyclopedia.

"Dad, this is placed

Ning Changrong was aggrieved, "Didn't I want to help you?"

Ning Qingxi looked at him expressionlessly, "Are you sure you're not helping more and more?" Originally, I could have assembled it in another hour, but it will take me at least another hour for your help."

Ning Changrong clapped his hands and smiled embarrassedly, "This drawing looks simple, I didn't expect so many details." Finally understood why his daughter had been pretending for so long.

Wang Xiujuan said leisurely beside her, "Now you know how grinding this thing is, right? It's as simple as it looks."

Ning Changrong begged for mercy: "Okay, okay, mother, I know it's wrong, don't run me."

Wang Xiujuan snorted softly.

The family of three was busy for more than an hour, and finally assembled the wool machine.

Ning Qingxi looked at the wool machine standing on the bluestone slab with a sense of accomplishment.

"It's finally done."

Ning Changrong said anxiously, "It just so happened that I took a bag of wool home, so let's try it now, right?"

Ning Qingxi walked to the side of the bag containing wool, dragged it to the side of the wool machine, opened the bag and glued a handful of wool, and stood in front of the wool machine and was stunned.

Ning Changrong saw her standing motionless and urged, "Why are you stunned? Why don't you give it a try?"

Ning Qingxi turned his head in embarrassment, "Dad, do you know how to use this thing?"

She only knew how to start it, but she didn't know the specifics.

Ning Changrong was immediately asked, how could he do this?

It's embarrassing, things are made, but I don't know how to use them.

The two looked at each other, and Qi Qi turned his head to look at Wang Xiujuan.

"Milk, I just know to stick this wool on the twist rod, I don't know how to operate it, milk, will you?"

Looking at Ning Qingxi's expectant gaze, Wang Xiujuan straightened her chest, strode to the front confidently, and took the handful of wool in Ning Qingxi's hand.

Without hesitation, he twisted the handful of wool in his hand, put it on the twist rod in front, opened the starter, lifted the fiber thread on the spinning center with one hand, and turned the spinning wheel with the other.

Ning Qingxi stared at the operation of the machine tightly, the gravity of the machine itself made the messy fibers stretch and stretch, and the force generated when rotating would make the thin fibers twisted into a twist shape, and finally, under the gaze of Ning Qingxi's father and daughter, a thread was formed.

Ning Qingxi exclaimed, "Milk, you can even use a wool machine?"

"Didn't my grandmother tell you for a while that I went to a senior interest class? I just taught this wool machine how to use it."

Where did Ning Qingxi remember that her grandmother Wang Xiujuan often travels around, either dancing square dancing with others, or learning skills, which is easier to learn than her, and there are too many things to learn.

"Tsk, this wool machine looks pretty good, and it weaves all at once." Ning Changrong observed left and right.

"There are also manual ones, but they are not very efficient, and you need to level the wool manually, so I just made this one." Ning Qingxi explained:

Ning Changrong nodded and praised, "Yes, yes, this is efficient."

Wang Xiujuan stopped the demonstration, although this wool machine is a little different from the one she learned, but the general operating principle is almost the same when she helped Ning Qing with his suit.

"The smell of this wool is a bit strong."

"No way, I've already washed it with soap, can't I use any salt and vinegar to soak it? I can't afford this kind of waste." Ning Changrong explained.