In the next few days, Shen Xiaoxiao took them to dry the hemp and roll the thread through the reeds and pull the warp, and after this series of actions, it was already eight days after they weaved the cloth.

"Goddess, why haven't I changed at all after I've been weaving for so long?"

"Goddess, so am I."

Shen Xiaoxiao looked at it for a while...

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