Then, the string rolled up the cotton and brought it back.
Not only did it not become fluffy, but it was also brought back, which is very puzzling.
Sang Ning and the others were confused.
audience,"ยทยทยท"
This seems to be a bit different from what they imagined.
Something seems off.
Sang Ning murmured, and Mo Nainai, who hadn't even bothered to weave cloth and had come to watch the commotion, asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
"I have no idea."
Sang Ning was genuinely bewildered; the technique of cotton carding was beyond her knowledge, and she was truly completely clueless about it.
She asked Louis, who was standing there lost in thought, "Have you figured anything out yet?"
"have."
Louis nodded, and Sang Ning's eyes lit up instantly. Just as she was about to ask him what he had come up with, she heard him say, "I think this thing is quite hard on the hands."
As he spoke, he pointed to the string with cotton rolled up, "Let's not talk about the string with cotton rolled up for now, let's just talk about one thing: when the string is being pulled and released repeatedly, the arm needs to swing at a high frequency."
"Our beds are 1.5 meters and 1.8 meters wide, so when we make quilts, we will definitely follow these dimensions."
You said a cotton quilt needs to weigh six to eight pounds to be warm enough, so your arms would have to swing at least tens of thousands of times to fluff up that much cotton.
At this point, he said to Sang Ning with a pained expression, "Ningning, if we keep doing this at this rate, my arm will be ruined. Are you sure this cotton-fluffing tool isn't missing any parts?"
(End of this chapter)
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