The machine pushes the silk fibers from the front end to the middle, and finally spins them into fabric at the back, where they hang down.
Seeing the material hanging down from the machine, Shen Qing quickly went over.
After observing for a moment and making sure the material wouldn't burn his hands, he reached out and held it in his hands.
She looked at the fabric in her hand with delight.
Although it is just a plain yellowish-brown material, you can see that the fibers are extremely tightly packed together.
She looked up at Cheng Zhiwen: "Come and take a look at this material!"
Upon hearing this, Cheng Zhiwen walked over, examined the fabric, and then looked at Shen Qing: "What do you think?"
At this moment, the spinning machine had produced a piece of fabric nearly a meter long. Shen Qing picked up the fabric vertically and shone it in the dim light above his head.
Tiny specks of light pierced through the minute gaps between the fibers and shone directly into Shen Qing's pupils.
Her expression changed drastically, and she said to Cheng Zhiwen, "Quickly turn off the machine!"
Cheng Zhiwen quickly ran to the machine head and forcefully lifted the switch upwards.
The machine slowly came to a stop.
He then walked over to Shen Qing and asked, "Is there a problem with the material?"
Shen Qing looked up at him and said weakly, "The fact that light can pass through means that the pores are still too large."
As she spoke, she turned her head and said, "Could you help me remove the lotus-shaped hairpin from my hair bun?"
"Your hairpin is missing."
Shen Qing then remembered that the hairpin knife was stuck in the Japanese man's hand.
"I was even thinking of using it as a knife to cut a piece of fabric to do a down-proof test." As she spoke, she realized what she meant and looked at Cheng Zhiwen with suspicion, "How did you know that my lotus hairpin was a hairpin knife?"
Cheng Zhiwen didn't say anything. He put his hand on the gun holster, took out a Swiss Army knife, pulled out the flat-bladed shears, and cut it with the machine's cutting edge.
A meter-long piece of fabric fell into Shen Qing's hands.
She held it carefully, as if it were a precious treasure.
Cheng Zhiwen covered the two machines back with the cloth and said in a low voice, "Let's go, let's go back first!"
Once back in the carriage, Shen Qing immediately signaled Cheng Zhiwen to take out the processed down and taught him how to sew the fabric together, leaving only one opening for filling. After filling, he then used extremely dense stitches to create three layers of closure.
Holding the plump velvet bag in her hands, she calmly said, "Place the velvet bag on the carriage. When the carriage moves, it will move along with it. Then leave it for a few hours, and see if the velvet will sprout out tomorrow."
Cheng Zhiwen nodded: "Okay. In that case, don't think too much about it today, just get some rest."
Shen Qing gave a soft "hmm".
Actually, she already had the answer in her heart. She even did a down-proof test just to see if a miracle would happen.
If a miracle doesn't happen, the spinning machine will have to be redesigned, but whether it can achieve that density is uncertain.
Shen Qing's mood plummeted again.
Upon returning to the German consulate, Cheng Zhiwen escorted her to her room.
They worked all night, but still didn't achieve their goal, leaving them both quite frustrated.
"I'll check on the materials tomorrow. If we still need to communicate with the German designer about the machine, I'll return to Jiangzhou later."
Shen Qing was listless and said in a low voice, "Okay."
She had experienced so much that day that she felt completely drained. All she wanted to do was get a good night's sleep and, once she woke up, grit her teeth and face this messed-up life again.
Turning to go back to his room, he saw the bloodstains on Cheng Zhiwen's neck, which suddenly jolted him and made him a little clearer-headed.
"I will definitely make the down jacket business a success! I will compensate you for the loss you suffered today because you offended the Japanese while saving me."
It took Cheng Zhiwen a while to realize what she meant. She smiled and looked at her now completely unadorned hair bun: "I didn't do business with the Japanese, so I didn't suffer any losses. Don't overthink it. It's certainly a good thing if the down jacket business can succeed. If it doesn't, it's okay too. We can find other business to do."
After saying that, he gestured with his chin towards the door behind her: "Go in, sleep well!"
"Good night!" Shen Qing waved to him, and only turned back into the house after watching his figure disappear around the corner of the stairs.
It was past midnight. Chunju and Sulan were fast asleep. Shen Qing's hands were not in good condition, so without washing up, she lay down next to them fully clothed and fell into a light sleep.
She didn't sleep well; she woke up in less than two hours.
I immediately touched Su Lan's forehead with my own to make sure she didn't have a fever again, and then quickly got out of bed.
Chunju woke up when she heard the noise.
She still remembered the harsh words Shen Qing had said to her last night, and looked at Shen Qing with a wronged expression, not daring to speak.
Shen Qing had already forgotten about last night. She sat down at the dressing table, waiting for her to do her makeup, while explaining what she needed to do that day.
"I have something to do today and can't stay in this house. Please take good care of Sulan and don't go out."
Chunju lowered her head and nodded: "This servant understands."
After Shen Qing finished washing up, she immediately asked Chunju to find the booklet from the box.
Based on her memory, she guided Chunju to draw a sketch on paper of the structure of a wet spinning machine that she had seen in modern times.
Now that we've decided to make a new spinning machine, why not include a drawing machine in the process?
She took the booklet with both hands and went to find the German designer.
The door opened, and the designer, seeing her, greeted her warmly in broken English, "Ms. Chen, please come in. I was just about to ask you how the machine worked last night?"
"Good morning, Mr. Schmidt!" Shen Qing bowed to him, but the foot that was about to step into the room suddenly stopped, and he quickly stepped back.
She remembered Cheng Zhiwen's advice.
He didn't go any further, but stood at the door and said in English, "Mr. Schmidt, the drawing machine is currently working perfectly, but I'm having trouble with the spinning machine."
As she spoke, she showed him the booklet she was holding: "This is my idea for a machine. Do you think it's possible to make such a machine?"
Mr. Schmidt took the booklet, adjusted his glasses, and examined it carefully for a while.
His spoken English wasn't very fluent, but fortunately, he could get a general idea of the machine's structure without needing to distinguish between languages.
He could barely understand it and asked, "This machine combines a drawing machine and a spinning machine into one. Is that the kind of machine you want to make?"
Shen Qing nodded, but seemed a little unsure.
Because this is a modern machine.
There is no need for a separate drawing process. The raw silk fiber material, which has been processed into a slurry, is directly poured into the machine, filtered and metered, and then drawn into filaments in the machine before being sent to the next process for weaving.
Mr. Schmidt thought for a moment: "We can give it a try."
Shen Qing was a little excited.
He said he'd give it a try last time, and he successfully made a wire drawing machine.
He said he'd give it a try this time, and maybe a wire drawing and spinning integrated machine could be realized!
This eliminates the need to build two batches of machines, reduces the space required, and eliminates the need to hire so many workers to look after the machines, thus significantly reducing costs!
Shen Qing bowed repeatedly to Mr. Schmidt, saying, "Thank you! Thank you so much!"
Mr. Schmidt smiled and helped her up, saying a few words to her in German, but she couldn't understand them.
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