Chapter 442 Textiles

This thing is good.

Zhao Yeqing found a sturdy large wooden box with a lid in the house. It looked a bit like the ones commonly seen in costume dramas where bodyguards carry their silver. It was very old-fashioned and was found in the room of the elderly in the family.

After taking out the old clothes, I also found some old-fashioned jewelry at the bottom of the box.

I guess it was the old man's dowry or heirloom.

The purity of gold jewelry back then was not as high as it is now, and there would be some black spots mixed in some places. For a set of gold and jade jewelry, the jade was carefully brushed with a layer of oil when it was stored, and it has not become rough even after not being touched by humans for so many years.

There are also some relatively simple silver ornaments, which look like old silver and have become dull due to not being worn for many years.

The style was not what Zhao Yeqing liked, it was a bit old-fashioned, so she did not take it away. She buried it together with the bones downstairs in the land next to their house.

The two men took away their clothes and their oil press. It was not too tiring to just dig a small pit to hold the bones, and it would allow the owner of the house to return to his roots.

The house where Mu Xi got the truck bed was also the largest one in the neighborhood. The three-story brick building was considered a wealthy family in the village on the mountain.

When Zhao Yeqing walked to the first floor of their house, he couldn't help laughing. The younger generation of this family must be quite promising. They took the money and returned to their hometown to build a big house for the elderly. However, the elderly still built a pen to raise pigs on the first floor with very luxurious tiles.

There were some withered and rotten leaves of some kind of plant piled on the floor outside the pen, probably pig grass for feeding pigs, and there was a chicken coop next to the other door.

It is a perfect combination of European luxury and Chinese rural style. Even the lights above the pigpen are crystal chandeliers.

Zhao Yeqing was so amused when he saw that the door to the second floor was already open, he asked, "Did you open this door?"

Mu Xi pulled the small truck back and parked it at the door, taking a breath and replied, "I drove it. I went up to take a look, fearing that some bones would fall out and scare some timid people."

This kind of mouth, the words it says even though it cares about people are not pleasing.

Zhao Yeqing had already gotten used to it. Seeing him like that, he moved closer and teased with a smile, "Brother is so considerate."

She knew that some people were stubborn and thin-skinned, so the person who had just made fun of her immediately became the one being made fun of. Some people, once praised, would become flustered and at a loss, which was cute to watch.

Seeing someone's ears turn red, she achieved her teasing purpose. Zhao Yeqing felt better and her steps became lighter when she went up the stairs.

After going upstairs, Mu Xi leaned against the stairs on the second floor, hugged his chest and didn't say anything. Zhao Yeqing saw that several doors were opened, so he knew that Mu Xi had checked them all.

I wandered around inside at ease, and when I saw the second room, I couldn't help but exclaim "Ah!"

This room is larger than the master bedroom next to it and contains several large tools.

"Spinning wheel, loom, sewing machine..." Zhao Yeqing's eyes lit up. This was just like a perfect match. She was just lamenting that she had no cloth, and now she found a loom.

Zhao Yeqing didn't even step into the house. She immediately turned around and glared at someone who was watching her reaction with a smile and crossed his arms. "You knew there was such a good thing, why didn't you tell me just now?"

Mu Xi smiled and tilted his head, leaning lazily against the wall: "I wanted to say something, but some people like to play tricks on others, so this interrupted me."

She didn't have time to care about it now, the machine in front of her was obviously more attractive to her.

This was the first time she had seen such a large and primitive old-fashioned loom. It was not entirely primitive, as many of the rotating shaft parts were made of metal, unlike the wooden parts seen in history books, but the shape was the same.

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She pinched the wood and found that it was already rotten. It dented when her fingernails pinched it lightly.

The footsteps behind him had already reached the door. Zhao Yeqing said without turning his head: "We need to quickly draw the blueprints and see if we can make a similar machine. Otherwise, if it collapses, we will be completely in the dark again."

While speaking, his eyes were reluctant to leave the machine for even a second.

Mu Xi reminded her, "You have a cell phone, you can take a picture first, I'll go find some paper and pen."

After hearing his reminder, Zhao Yeqing remembered that he had brought his cell phone. He quickly took it out and opened the camera, taking pictures from top to bottom, front to back, left to right, and even in the gaps.

Now that there is more electricity than can be used up at home, you can use your mobile phone however you want.

Although you can't make phone calls or access the Internet, you can turn on the flashlight in an emergency, and watch videos or listen to music when you're bored at night when you go out.

The spinning wheel and loom are both made of wood, only the sewing machine next to it is made of metal, which is also a very old model. The paint on the metal sewing machine is black with gold patterns, which makes you nostalgic at first sight.

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This style was often seen when I was a child. Later, with the rapid advancement of technology, almost all the sewing machine market was occupied by electric sewing machines, which could be connected to computers and embroider directly on them. Since then, the old-style ones have become less and less.

"It's so heavy, I don't know if I can get it back."

The base of the old-fashioned sewing machine is made of metal. The sewing machine, table and base are all integrated. Everything had to be moved back. Zhao Yeqing was worried that the sewing machine would be damaged during the transportation, so he put it into the internal space of the connected table.

There is a space under the place where the sewing machine is connected to the table. When the sewing machine is put in, it becomes an ordinary small table.

Mu Xi found paper and pen and gave them to Zhao Yeqing to draw the picture. He was not idle either, as he found a tape measure and reported the dimensions of each place clearly.

"There are many parts on it that we don't have at home. I guess we have to dismantle this one."

Zhao Yeqing stopped writing and said, "Tear it down? If we can't do it well, won't we have nothing to refer to?"

Mu Xi was also a little worried. This thing was quite delicate. "How about I stay here for a few more days and finish the loom before going back? The only problem is that when I disassemble the finished loom into parts, I will have to transport these wooden parts again."

Zhao Yeqing is not afraid of trouble, but he is afraid of not being able to provide a guarantee. "It's okay, just do it and then go back. It will be a big trouble if it can't be salvaged."

The two men had just finished drawing the blueprint for the loom, and before they had time to draw the blueprint for the spinning wheel, it was dark.

I brought food in my backpack and ate with the help of a super bright flashlight. Then I chose the cleanest room and spread two sleeping bags on the bed.

There is no shortage of quilts in this house. There are several clean quilts in the cupboard. They have been there for a long time. They are not broken or moldy, but a bit stuffy and smelly.

The weather was quite warm, and the two of them were too lazy to make a blanket, so it was quite comfortable to sleep like this.

After turning off the flashlight, the room was dark. Zhao Yeqing felt a little uncomfortable in this unfamiliar environment. He tossed and turned but couldn't fall asleep. Mu Xi was not so particular. He raised his hand and took out the sleeping bag, and put it on Zhao Yeqing to comfort him.

"You're familiar with your bed? Or are you afraid?"

"I can't say. I'm not scared, but I do feel a little weird. I shouldn't be so accustomed to my bed. I always go to bed when I'm told to in the forest."

Mu Xi guessed that she was uneasy after being frightened by the skeletons during the day, so he sat up and rubbed his eyes, "Do you want to get some midnight snack?"