Dream fell back to her room, her heart was sour, she felt sorry for that man. I don't know why, a mortal, would be wrapped up in the hazy fragments. This question, in Mengluo's heart, is always a knot. It stands to reason that the keeper of the hazy fragment should be in the mysterious realm of the god of dreams, and he ...... This is an exception. What's even more strange is that the dream can clearly feel the existence of hazy fragments, but it is also the same as the heavy book, and it can't be found. It's so strange that even she, the owner of the hazy fragment, can't be found......

Mengluo felt that she should still find an opportunity to ask her dad who was giggling all day long. Don't look at that old man who hasn't been serious all day long, in fact, he has a score in his heart.

The weather is getting colder and colder.

Mengluo liked the feeling of such cold, and she pushed open the window of her room, allowing the first cold wind that had just entered the winter to enter her home. The cold wind blew on Mengluo's body, and she wrapped herself in her pajamas. Her pink satin pajamas are still summer styles, light and smooth, breathable and cool. Mengluo likes the texture of this dress very much, which is the process of silk weaving.

In order to more truly feel the emotion of the clothes being poured into, Meng Xingyun also specially took her to visit the factory made of mulberry silk.

To get a good silk garment, there are several processes that must be processed:

Starting from the turning of the thread, to the warp, shaking, soaking, water, and then weaving.

It's a complex and precise process. Such a process is destined to the noble price of mulberry silk.

It is precisely because of this that clothes such as mulberry silk or silk can be passed down from ancient times to the present day, and they are still loved by everyone. The story related to this has also been told by people for a long time.

It is said that there is a beautiful legend about the cloud brocade in the mulberry silk.

On the side of the Qinhuai River, there is a place called: Xianhe Street.

This is an ancient story, a long, long time ago, in the west of the city of Nanjing, there was a low grass house. In the house, there lived a brocade weaver who worked for the rich man, and his name was Zhang Yong. Every day before dawn, he came to the weaving mill and woven brocade for the rich man. I worked until midnight to go back and take a little rest. Throughout the year, he worked hard and diligently. Still, the rich man said that he owed a lot of debt.

Once, the rich man passed his life and Zhang Yong rushed to weave a cloud brocade hanging screen of "Songling Crane Shou". Zhang Yong dragged his skinny body and desperately weaved cloud brocade. The poor old man has gray hair and no strength! After boiling the lamp oil, it took only five and a half inches to weave in one night, seeing that the rich man was about to come to force the goods, the old man was so anxious that he burst into tears, he stretched out his hands, faced the towering mountains outside the door, and sighed to himself sadly: "Yunjin Niangniang, people say that you are a fairy who blesses our poor people in brocade, and now the rich man is forcing us poor people to death, how can you see death and not save ......" Zhang Yong was overtired, and fainted next to the loom before he finished speaking. Let's read books

At this time, the colorful clouds on the high mountain suddenly opened up, flashing ten thousand golden lights, and then the floating clouds fluttered, the gust of wind was rustling, the door of Zhang Yong's house "creaked" open, and two beautiful girls walked in, they helped Zhang Yong to the bed, and they sat in the pit and skillfully weaved the cloud brocade. Suddenly, the loom sounded, and the pattern was on the brocade.

It was almost dawn, Zhang Yong woke up from a coma, and saw that the room was full of golden light, a girl was quickly throwing shuttle brocade in the machine pit, and the other was sitting on the flower tower and dragging flowers. He hurriedly asked, "Who are you?" and the girls pointed to the clouds in the sky. Zhang Yong looked at their hands, only to see thousands of colorful clouds, and when he looked back, the two girls were gone, leaving only the cloud brocade woven on the machine shining. The pattern on the cloud brocade is like a fairyland, the green pine is lush, the spring water is clear, and the two lifelike cranes are blood-red, very dazzling.

Zhang Yong happily rolled the cloud brocade under the machine, but he didn't expect that this magical cloud brocade was like a waterfall on the mountain, pulling one after another, rolling one horse after another, and he couldn't finish it. The neighbors all came to see the strange.

While everyone was in high spirits, the rich man brought a group of thugs to collect debts. He crossed his waist and waved his hand, and the thugs rushed up like wolves to grab this magical brocade machine. Zhang Yong was unwilling, and refused to let go of the loom. But the vicious rich man kicked the old and sick Zhang Yong to the ground, and the old artist suddenly vomited blood and fainted.

More than a dozen thugs tried to carry the loom away, but the wooden brocade loom that usually weighed dozens of catties was like a thousand catties at the moment, and it couldn't be lifted at all. The rich man was in a hurry, and stretched out his hand to pull the cloud brocade on the loom, but he heard a "horn" sound, and the wooden shuttle of the brocade seemed to be alive, and jumped up and chased the rich man fiercely, so painful that he screamed. The angry thugs were so angry that they burned down the house. At this moment, there was a thunderclap in the sky, and torrential rain poured down, dousing the fire.

The rich man and the thug saw that they were not good, and turned around and tried to escape. The two cranes on the cloud brocade flew out with a long sigh and circled around Zhang Yong twice, and the old artist sat up with a radiant face. The crane chased after the rich man again, pounced on his face and pecked him violently, and the rich man ran away in pain.

When Zhang Yong and the others arrived, they saw that the sky was full of red glow, the golden light wheel on the top of the high mountain outside the city flickered, and two beautiful cranes danced. The rich man covered his face with a wolf howl, and it turned out that his eyes were pecked blind by cranes.

Later, people heard that the two beautiful girls who helped Zhang Yong weave brocade that night were the two fairies beside Yunjin Niangniang, and they came to the world to help the poor rectify the rich man at the behest of Yunjin Niangniang. In order to commemorate Yunjin Niangniang, people named the street where Zhang Yongzhu lived "Xianhe Street".

After the story is told, when a beautiful object is paired with a beautiful legend, then this item not only has practical value, appreciation value, but also has more precious historical and cultural value.

Mengluo likes silk, nothing more than that, every kind of silk can probably be searched, different legends.

She was amazed at people's imagination of beautiful things, and admired people even more, no matter what kind of adversity, they can use such beautiful stories to encourage themselves.

In ancient times, the life of ordinary people, it was very hard and difficult. Most people are uneducated and uneducated. People can only rely on such legends to fill the void in their hearts. Whether those stories are true or false, in the hearts of working people, they prefer to believe that they are true. Because of belief, there is hope, and because of hope, we can not be afraid of hardships and dangers.

Mengluo looked at the dark night sky outside the window, and she smiled slightly. Compared with thousands of years ago, she is now so difficult!