Lu Qing's appearance made the room quiet instantly, and the air seemed to freeze.

He was holding a basket filled with hot sweet potatoes, which gave off an enticing sweet aroma.

"Wife, I'll bring you some food." Lu Qing walked to Shen Qiqi and smiled gently.

Lu Qing's appearance undoubtedly diluted the tense atmosphere in the room. The aunts took the sweet potatoes one after another and said thank you in a low voice.

Shen Qiqi also breathed a sigh of relief, picked up a sweet potato, peeled it, took a bite, and it was sweet, soft, and warm to the heart.

After a short break, the training continued.

However, problems still arise.

Aunt Wang always couldn't remember the steps, and she stamped her feet in frustration, and the thread in her hand became a tangled mess.

"Oh, what shall I do?" Aunt Wang threw down the spindle in her hand, her face full of annoyance. "I am old and weak, I am afraid I can't learn it!"

Seeing this, Shen Qiqi hurried to Aunt Wang and patiently comforted her: "Auntie, don't worry, take your time, look at me..." She picked up the spindle and demonstrated step by step, explaining each step in detail.

"First like this, then like this..." Shen Qiqi demonstrated and explained, "See, isn't it very simple?"

Aunt Wang frowned, picked up the spindle tremblingly, and imitated Shen Qiqi's movements, operating it clumsily.

"Oh, it still doesn't work..." Aunt Wang sighed, looking frustrated.

Shen Qiqi looked at Aunt Wang and felt a little anxious.

This weaving looks simple, but it actually requires certain skills and patience.

Seeing this, Lu Qing walked to Shen Qiqi, patted her shoulder gently, and whispered, "Don't worry, take your time."

Shen Qiqi took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

She looked around and found that it was not just Aunt Wang, but several other aunts had also encountered similar problems.

Some threads always break, some threads are of uneven thickness, and some threads simply don’t know where to start.

Looking at their sad faces, Shen Qiqi knew that this would not work.

She had to find a way to help them master textile technology as quickly as possible.

Shen Qiqi's gaze fell on the wall, and suddenly, an idea struck her...

"Lu Qing, please get me some paper and pen."

Shen Qiqi made a simple and easy-to-understand step-by-step diagram and posted it where everyone was weaving.

Her eyes lit up, and the women found it easier to understand the picture, and the tense atmosphere eased a little.

Every step in the picture was clearly marked with an arrow, and even Aunt Wang's frown slowly relaxed.

"It does look much simpler this way, Shen Qiqi, you really have a clever idea!" Aunt Wang said with a smile, her eyes showing more confidence.

Lu Qing helped distribute the materials and occasionally gave Shen Qiqi an encouraging look.

His eyes were full of love, as if to say, "You are awesome." Shen Qiqi felt warm in her heart, and a warm atmosphere filled the air between the two of them.

She took the materials handed to her by Lu Qing, smiled gently, and continued to guide everyone.

"Everyone, follow the steps in the diagram, step by step, don't rush." ​​Shen Qiqi said gently, her voice echoing in the room like a spring breeze, calming everyone's heart.

Aunt Wang followed the steps in the picture slowly. Although she was still a little unfamiliar with it, she was obviously much better than before.

The other aunts also gradually got into the groove. They turned the spindles in their hands more and more skillfully, and the threads became more and more even.

Shen Qiqi's gaze swept over everyone, finally stopping on Uncle Lu's daughter.

She learned the fastest, but when she saw the complex patterns, her brows furrowed and her hands became hesitant.

Shen Qiqi walked over, patted her shoulder gently, and said with a smile: "It's okay, take your time, I will teach you separately later."

Uncle Lu's daughter nodded. She looked back at the step-by-step diagram on the wall, took a deep breath, and tried again.

Just as she was about to take action again, Shen Qiqi's phone suddenly rang, breaking the silence in the room.

Shen Qiqi answered the phone with a smile on her face: "Hello, it's Xiaohong, what's wrong?" Her tone was relaxed, but she had a vague feeling in her heart that what was going to happen next would not be so simple.

Shen Qiqi hung up the phone, and the smile on her face disappeared instantly, replaced by a hint of solemnity.

She turned to look at Uncle Lu's daughter and found that she was at a loss as to what to do with the yarn in her hand, her brows furrowed and her lips almost bitten.

"What's wrong? What difficulties have you encountered?" Shen Qiqi walked to her side and asked with concern.

"Sister Qiqi, this trick is too complicated. I... I can't seem to do it." Uncle Lu's daughter's voice was a little choked, and she was so anxious that she was about to cry.

Shen Qiqi picked up the yarn in her hand and took a look. Indeed, this pattern was more complicated than the previous ones and required more delicate operation and skills.

"Don't panic, everything is difficult at the beginning! Let me see..." Shen Qiqi patiently explained to her, breaking down the movements step by step, and teaching her how to operate it step by step.

But Uncle Lu's daughter still couldn't figure it out and was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

"Sister Qiqi, I still can't do it! It feels like my hands are not listening to me."

Shen Qiqi was also a little troubled. This was like teaching a novice to play a game. It was useless to just talk about theoretical knowledge. It also required practical operation.

Suddenly, Shen Qiqi had an idea and remembered that there was an old lady in the village whose textile technology was so unique that she was famous throughout the surrounding area.

She immediately stood up and said to everyone, "Sisters, wait a moment, I'll go get an expert!"

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