Chapter 43 Chapter 43 Buy cotton.
A few days ago, when the family was building a new house and moving out to Chen's house, they found a needle in the crack at the foot of the bed. It must have been the one that Tian had stuck in there after using it. Nearly a year had passed and it had rusted a bit, so Ji Xu sharpened it on a stone and used it to sew clothes.
As for the sewing thread, she went to Chen's house and bought three rolls. When Zhuang Huiniang heard that she wanted to buy sewing thread, she was very kind:
"Come over to my house! I'm also trying to make last year's winter coats bigger for Gou'er and Sui'er. Let's sew together. Since you're not very experienced, I can teach you."
Zhuang Huiniang has been selling steamed cakes recently, and her speaking skills have become much more fluent.
Hearing this, Ji Xu was delighted. She only knew how to do simple sewing. If she were to make a set of clothes, especially the current style of ruku, she would have no idea where to start. She said happily:
"I was thinking of asking Auntie for advice, this is really great."
Zhuang Huiniang was taking off her clothes on the mat, so she invited him:
"Have you finished your work yet? If so, bring me the cloth. I can make you a pair of crotch trousers in the next half hour."
Lu Mu also chimed in, "Yes, bring it here. The twine is all spun, and I have some free time. I can help you cut the cloth."
When Ji Xu brought the cloth, Jungu and her daughter-in-law hesitated. They held the iron scissors but did not dare to start for several times.
Zhuang Hui Niang smacked her lips and said, "What fine material this is! It's made of fine cotton. It feels so soft. I have to be careful not to damage it by cutting it."
Lu called out, "Hui Niang, quickly give me the scissors. I'll trim the calluses and dead skin on my fingers first. This is such good material, don't let it snag."
Ji Xu couldn't help but laugh and said, "My aunt, my mother, how could it be so exquisite? Just keep it as it was. Clothes are meant to be worn. If they are damaged, they can be sewn back together. It doesn't matter if there is a thread."
Having said that, they were still curious about the chicken-crowing cloth, especially since it was given by the Gan family. They looked at it more carefully and sighed:
"The Gan family has all good things..."
Although they had never heard of such new materials as chicken-crowing cloth, they all said so.
"You need to sew the stitches here more tightly so they don't break easily."
"This one needs to be cut wider, right..."
Under the guidance of Zhuang Hui Niang and Lu Ai, Ji Xu spent the latter half of five days making winter clothes for the three sisters. It seemed like a great achievement, and he also knew some needlework, which would be convenient for him to mend clothes in the future.
Zhuang Hui Niang looked at the clothes she had made and praised her, saying, "She is a talented woman. She makes clothes that look very good."
The three sisters' winter clothes were all of the style of a jacket and shorts. The jackets were knee-length and had linings sewn inside filled with thick cotton wool, while the shorts all had crotches.
At this time, there were also common people of all ages who were accustomed to wearing large robes without crotches, which was convenient for going to the toilet. In normal times, the upper robe was long enough, or they would wear a knee pad around the waist to cover their lower body.
In summer, some poor families simply do not wear kudos on the lower body, and only wear a knee-length jacket.
Lü Ai also advised: "Make a crotchless one for the child, or a pair of leggings. It's more convenient and saves material."
The shin guard only has two legs and is worn on the calves.
"It's better to make a crotch belt."
Although leggings save material and are still commonly worn nowadays, think about the cold winter north wind that will blow into the legs, and there are also issues of hygiene, safety and privacy. Therefore, like autumn clothes, they are made into tight cotton trousers with crotches, which do not require much fabric and are much more comfortable.
"What fine material," said Mrs. Lu, "you are not stingy at all."
"Oh, by the way, I have to remind you that it will snow in a few days. The weather will get cold soon. Winter quilts are essential at home.
I see that you still only have a wooden bed and a straw mat at home, so you should prepare the bedding."
Ji Xu took these words to heart and decided to buy winter bedding as his next priority.
Speaking of which, business has been pretty good these days. What's been popular in Shengchang recently is slot machines.
Even little children can recite a few lines of "Jiao Fu".
"As bright as the moon, as soft and beautiful as cotton..."
"Ji Jiaozi! Give me a Jiaozi that Mao Gong praised in his poem!"
Recently, Ji Xu has changed his nickname among the villagers and has become Ji Jiaozi.
She made two kinds of dumplings, one with meat filling and the other with vegetarian filling. Ji Feng had learned how to roll out the dough from flour. To facilitate trading, she made steamed dumplings.
Zhuang Huiniang also changed to selling slot machines in the rural market. This was a new and rare business. Recently, she had a turnover of fifty coins, which made her very happy. Based on a 30% profit, she could earn fifteen coins a day.
Ji Xu's coins are sold by portion, with eight pieces in one portion. One portion has meat filling and the other has vegetarian filling. They are very popular.
"I want one too! I want one too!"
"I want to pick up a vegetarian portion!"
After buying the coins, he recited "Ode to the Coins" and went home happily.
"Where are the preserved eggs? I heard Madam Bai gave them to Mr. Mao as a gift. Ji Jiaozi, I saw you selling preserved eggs here one day. They were those black, rotten-looking ones. Why haven't you been selling them in days?"
"Yes, Mao Gong is willing to accept it. We also want to buy some to try."
"Why don't you sell it? I'm regretting it now. You skewered a piece for me to taste, but I was afraid of dysentery, so I didn't dare. Now I regret it."
Speaking of preserved eggs, the half-month limit agreed upon by Wang Dianji was only halfway through. The fifty preserved eggs that were opened in cans every day had all been delivered to the kiln in advance. According to the agreement, these eggs naturally could not be sold.
Ji Xu comforted her, saying, "All these preserved eggs have been bought by the Gan family. In eight days at most, I will make some and sell them!"
"Okay, but you have to take care of our regular customers in Shengchangli first!"
"Of course, of course."
On this day, twenty pieces of meat and vegetable coins were sold, and the revenue was 160 coins. Adding the 70% from Zhuang Hui Niang, the total was 35 coins.
But daily expenses and costs are inevitable. For example, for preserved eggs, since the Gan family has a reputation, she naturally buys duck eggs and sells them as usual. However, these preserved eggs have to be sealed in the can for twenty days before they can be opened, so they have to be made in advance.
I still buy fifty every day, which costs fifty coins. There is no need to buy more clay pots, as I have already had some free pots from the preserved eggs I sent to Wang Dianji a few days ago. Lime has to be bought at the pharmacy, as medicinal materials are not cheap, and twenty coins are needed for one batch.
There is another thirty cents for buying meat and ten cents for buying vegetables for vegetarian stuffing. After deducting these expenses, you can still save eighty-five cents.
This went on for five days, and together with the money he earned from selling steamed buns in the first three days after the house was built, he had a total of 600 coins saved.
At this moment, she had just finished making winter clothes for her three sisters. When she heard from Aunt Lu that the temperature would drop during the Minor Snow Day, she planned to make winter quilts next.
After thinking about it, six hundred coins was all the money the family had. The cotton given by the Gan family had been used up on winter clothes. If they went out to buy cotton, they could buy six pounds at one hundred coins per pound.
It is naturally not enough to make both a winter quilt and a mattress, at least thirteen pounds is needed.
Seeing her twisting the needle and thinking, she seemed to be in trouble, so she said:
"If you can't afford cotton for the time being, buy some reed fluff to make it.
That's not expensive, ten coins can buy three pounds, stuff it thicker, and it's still bearable after all."
Her family stuffed their fur with reed fluff. Large silkworm breeders could still save some silk floss for their own fur, but ordinary families didn't grow mulberry trees or raise silkworms, so how could they have the money to buy floss?
Ji Xu nodded and said that if he couldn't save enough money, he would do this.
Although she had never slept in a reed quilt in her previous life, she had heard stories about whipping reed fluff in the Spring and Autumn Period. She knew that reed fluff did not keep out the cold. Moreover, she still had deep memories of her bones aching from shivering in a reed quilt as a child. Her sisters must have also suffered from the cold.
Therefore, more people want to save money to make cotton.
"A coin, as bright as the moon, as soft and beautiful as cotton—"
In the countryside,
When Zhuang Huiniang heard the familiar hawking, she was puzzled. When she looked in the direction of the voice, she found that it was the woman selling glutinous rice cakes. Now she was not only selling glutinous rice cakes, but also some crescent-shaped coins, which looked very similar to the ones in Zhuang Huiniang's basket.
However, Ma Pi'an's technique was not very good, and the folds she pressed out were not so beautiful, but she created a new way to eat it - pan-fried dumplings.
Because her rice dumplings were made by rolling sorghum flour into thin circles and frying them in oil, she saw that Zhuang Huiniang's jiaozi were selling well these days, so she bought some to try. At night, she thought, since rice dumplings can be fried, then jiaozi, which is also a kind of wheat flour, can also be fried?
After trying it out, he immediately followed the trend and moved to the city to sell his wares.
"Fried jiaozi—fried jiaozi, crispy and delicious fried jiaozi—"
There was something new and curious. Upon hearing the words, he came over and temporarily ignored Zhuang Hui Niang. Zhuang Hui Niang, who was always good-tempered, couldn't help feeling a little upset, but there was nothing she could do.
Since this thing is sold in the market, it is inevitable that similar products will appear. In the past, people also asked for the white jade steamed cake, but no one could make it as soft and springy as before. They were all hard and hard, and no one could imitate it.
The skin of this coin is not as soft as steamed buns, so I believe more people can imitate it.
In Shengchangli, people could be seen walking around and selling coins.
One of them was Sun Linlang, who also carried a basket and shouted in a long voice.
Cai Gaohuan pointed at him from a distance and said, "You idiot, you just said the other day that coins are not as good as your Hu Bing, and now you're turning the tables?"
"Mutton is so expensive, I'm losing money." Sun Linlang retorted with his head tilted, and then went from farm to farm, selling his goods.
The second one was Ji Zhi. When he was tinkering with flour at home, Jin kept nagging:
"You've made such a mess of those white jade steamed buns! The ones you made are just as solid as the ones your mother makes. One bite of them will make your neck spin two miles long. Don't waste my precious white flour. Save it for making fried rice dumplings on New Year's Eve. Go away."
Ji Zhihong said, "The people in Shengchang are all rushing to buy coins. Once I make it, I will be able to surpass Ji Xu and make a lot of money to make my mother proud."
Only then did Jin suppress the pain and let go of the bag of flour with doubt.
Ji Zhi picked the radishes that Jin had planted and made some vegetarian dumplings stuffed with radish. He was now selling them, saying:
"The dice—Mao Gong ate the dice and applauded—"
She no longer followed Ji Xu closely. When they bumped into each other occasionally, she bit her lip and turned her face away.
Ji Xu ignored it. She was not surprised that someone came to sell coins. After all, there was a food called Shuiyin Steamed Buns, which was somewhat similar to coins. The skin of coin was different from steamed buns. It did not need to be fermented with yeast. It could be made with unleavened dough, so naturally more could be made.
She still sells her own food as usual. Everyone has their own taste, and the taste of each person is different.
"Sun Linlang, there's too little filling in this coin! The skin can't even hold up."
I bought some from Sun Linlang, and after taking a bite, there were people who kept turning back to complain.
Sun Linlang replied, "Pork is so expensive. Flour and firewood, which one doesn't cost money? Do you want it for free?"
People were too lazy to argue with him anymore and just walked away with a frown.
Some people who have tried Ji Zhi shook their heads and said, "The skin is thick and the taste is not good."
Ji Zhi curled his lips, took the money, walked away and muttered:
"They all look the same to me. How can hers taste like turtle?"
"The food here at Jijiaozi is still the best."
"Pick me two."
"I want one too, don't push me!" Ji Xu's dumplings were still sold out. When she went to the market to buy meat and vegetables, she went to Zhuang Hui Niang's place to take a look. She saw Ma Niang selling fried dumplings and was worried about Zhuang Hui Niang's business.
When she found it, Zhuang Huiniang was collecting empty baskets. She met her and said,
"I was worried that I wouldn't be able to sell all the dim sum, but I never expected that people who had tried other places would come back to buy mine. They all said that no one else could make it as delicious as mine. It's a shame for your craftsmanship."
When Ji Xu heard this, he felt relieved. The two of them went home together while talking. Seeing this, Ma Mihuan snorted coldly and fiddled with the unsold coins on the stall.
On this day, the half-month deadline agreed upon by Wang Dianji was up, and the villagers in Shengchangli rushed out as soon as they heard the hawking.
"Ji Jiaozi, you're finally here! Can I finally buy preserved eggs today?"
Recently, the Gan family has been giving the preserved eggs as gifts one after another, making them rare and famous in Shengchang. Ji Xu has been asked about the preserved egg business these days.
Ji Xu opened the basket and saw the eggs inside were covered in mud, with a smell of gray grass and pine. They were exactly the preserved eggs that this group of people had seen first and disliked so much.
Now everyone is scrambling to buy it.
"Rich Liu's family bought a basket of preserved eggs from the Gan family and they were a big hit at the banquet! Still three cents each? Don't raise my price."
“I’ll buy five!”
"Give me two to try!"
Everyone was pushing and shoving each other, almost getting into a fight over the preserved eggs that were popular in Shengchang.
Seeing this, Ji Xu asked them to line up, and everyone immediately lined up one by one in a tight queue.
Ji Xu quickly sold out all the fifty preserved eggs, and those that were not bought had to wait until tomorrow.
Seeing this, Ji Zhi muttered to himself, "What a black wretch! He's got a bad stomach and is about to get dysentery and pull his intestines out."
While shouting at the top of her voice, she was selling her vegetarian dim sum. She had spent a lot of flour and business was not good, so she had a lot of leftovers to take home every few days.
Jin cursed and complained that her family was tired of eating the food, so she asked her to save the unsold ones and bring them back to sell the next day.
Jin's exact words were: "The weather is so cold, how can it go bad? I can heat it up in the morning and sell it. If it's not sold out, don't waste my white flour to make new ones."
Therefore, the food in Ji Zhi's basket, which was left over from yesterday's harvest, was a little watery. When people saw it, they thought it was not fresh and decided not to buy any more.
Ji Xu was talking to someone about how to cook preserved eggs when she got home, because she saw that some people peeled the shells and took a bite, and their expressions were not very happy. It seemed that they could not accept the taste of the preserved eggs without any taste.
"Yes, without adding a drop of water, roast the eggplant skin until it's golden brown, then tear off the skin, leaving the soft bluish-white flesh inside, and put it in the stone mortar with the preserved egg..."
"First, crush a preserved egg and put it in the rice. When it boils and becomes thick porridge, add some shredded meat and a preserved egg. It will taste even better..."
Her voice was clear and her speech was articulate, so everyone could understand her. They went home and made a dish of beaten eggplant and preserved eggs, or cold preserved eggs or preserved egg and meat porridge.
I heard that it can even be made into a water-based steamed bun with meat, but they don’t have the skills to do that yet. Just hearing how to roll the dough is so complicated gives them a headache.
That day, Ji Xu sold both dimes and preserved eggs, and had a good harvest. When he got home and counted the money, he found that he had made a total of 235 coins.
This was the most money I made in one day.
When Ji Feng heard the number, she jumped up from the bed with joy and asked Ji Xu to count it for her again.
Ji Xu then poured out all the money from the bamboo tube at home, put it together with today's money, and said:
"Then Sister Feng, please help me count how much money we have saved at home."
Ji Feng loved doing this kind of work. For example, if she recited "Jiao Fu" the day before, she would forget it the next day, but if she counted money, she would count until dawn without taking a breath.
"One, two, three... one thousand two hundred and eighty, one thousand two hundred and eighty! We have one thousand two hundred and eighty!"
Ji Feng said excitedly, and wanted to count again, but was stopped by Ji Xu. If she counted again, she would not be able to sleep. This number matched what she had in mind, so she asked:
"If I want to buy thirteen pounds of cotton and a piece of linen, how much more do I need?"
Ji Feng tapped his chin with his finger, stared in one direction, and muttered:
"Cotton is one hundred coins per pound, linen is four hundred coins per piece, so I need one thousand seven hundred coins. Hmm... I still need four hundred and twenty!"
Now that they can sell preserved eggs, they will be able to collect enough in two days. Ji Xu praised: "Your calculation is really good. Fengmei must be the reincarnation of Qian Chuanzi."
The three sisters tickled and laughed for a while. Ji Feng was ticklish and panted for mercy. She tilted her head towards Ji Xu and thought of asking:
"Sister, why do you need to buy so much cotton? Don't we already have winter clothes?"
This winter coat was carefully wrapped in the embroidered cloth that the Gan family had originally used to wrap cotton, and hung on the beam as a treasure.
When the house was first built, many ropes were specially extended from the beams. At the end of the ropes there was a wooden fork for hanging things. Like this beautiful dress, since there was no cabinet in the house to put it, of course it had to be hung up to prevent it from being chewed by mice.
If it is said that Ji Feng was most afraid of winter in the past, her whole body would shiver with cold, her chin would tremble every time she breathed, her fingers would be swollen like radishes, itchy and rotten, and she would be extremely envious when she saw other people wearing winter clothes made of reed fluff.
But things are different now. She is secretly looking forward to the big drop in temperature on the day of Xiaoxue. She wants to put on these nice clothes, keep warm, and go out for a walk.
Ji Xu turned over and rested his hand on his head, saying, "I have winter clothes, but I still need bedding. I'll also need cotton shoes to keep me warm."
It was a little cold to sleep now, so they all used old clothes to cover themselves.
As for the shoes, they were made of rush. Ji Xu walked so much every day that he had no idea how many pairs he had worn out. Fortunately, Ji Feng had learned how to weave straw sandals from Tian, so she picked up some rush, weaved them into pairs, and put them under the bed.
Although my sisters have a pair of old linen shoes, not to mention the patches, they are a bit tight and it’s time to make new ones for winter.
"Sister, that cotton is so fine and precious, a hundred coins a pound. In the whole Bengu, only the Feng family can afford it. It's such a waste to use it to make bedding for sleeping."
In Ji Feng's opinion, although she felt sorry for spending money to make clothes, she could wear them out brightly and let others see them.
If this is made into bedding and slept on in the inner room of the house where no one can see it, wouldn't it be a waste of all this money?
She said, "Sister, why not put some straw under the reed mat to make it thicker?
The quilt is made of reed fluff. Ten coins can buy three pounds of reed fluff.
No, I'd better walk further and look for more along the Lingshui River. If I can pick more, I won't have to spend a penny, just like those cassia seeds drying outside."
This is how they got through the winters of previous years.
"This is not good. You'll freeze when you sleep."
Ji Xu said slowly,
"How can grass and catkins be as soothing as cotton? If you catch a cold, you'll have to go to the herbalist to get medicine, but that's all wasted money. In the past, we didn't have the means, so there was nothing we could do. Now that we have some money, we can make cotton and sleep warm, so we don't get too cold, okay?"
Ji Feng always listens to her elder sister, especially when she speaks so sincerely, how could Ji Feng disobey? She went over and agreed, and couldn't help but feel anticipation in her heart. What would it feel like to sleep on this stuffed quilt?
After selling preserved eggs and dim sum for two days, Ji Xu took all his belongings, which amounted to 1,750 coins, and went to the cloth shop in the city.
The cloth shop has a square layout, with cloth piled on a wooden table in the middle, including linen, ramie, and a small part of cotton. Various ready-made clothes are hung next to it, such as jianlu, padded robe, double robe, short jacket... There are also crotchless trousers, crotch-covered trousers, and leggings for lower body wear. If it is summer, there are also calf-nose trousers.
There were only one or two skirts, and these were more aesthetically pleasing than practical. The county shops sold a more complete and rich selection.
After Zhuang Hui Niang sold all her coins, she was worried that Ji Xu would have trouble carrying so many things, so she came with her. She looked around and held her purse tightly against her body. She thought, "Tsk tsk, these fabrics are so expensive. It's not as cost-effective as weaving the cloth yourself."
This shop was run by a cloth merchant from another town. He hired a shopkeeper to do business there. He glanced around and saw two peasant girls and women, dressed in rustic clothes. They said indifferently:
"As you please."
Ji Xu hadn't seen any cotton either, but he had heard from Wang Dianji that this cloth shop in the village sold cotton, and that he had bought some before, so he asked:
"Boss, do you have any cotton?"
“Yes, yes, yes!”
The shopkeeper jumped up instantly, grinning, "How much do you want, girl?"
At the end of the day, few people asked about cotton. The price of cotton was high and the business was profitable, so he was very happy.
"Thirteen pounds."
"Come, come, come! Please come in. You two look so rich and noble. I was wondering why our little shop is so bright now."
The shopkeeper bowed and invited them to the small storeroom at the back, where they saw a row of sacks, which were filled with balls of cotton when opened.
"Although my cotton costs a hundred coins per pound, it is all high-quality cotton collected from silkworm farmers. Girl, please feel it and see if it is soft and delicate?" the shopkeeper asked attentively.
Ji Xu touched it and found it was slightly inferior to the one given by the Gan family. It was yellowish in color and mixed with pupa shells left over from peeling the cocoons, but it was also made of solid cotton, which was enough to keep warm.
Ji Xu asked the shopkeeper to weigh thirteen pounds, and then bought a piece of linen here. The Chen family had spun all the linen and had nothing to sell, so she bought it in the store.
Thinking about the half piece of chicken-crowing cloth left at home, it was bright and valuable, and he would keep it to make clothes in the future.
As long as the core is made of cotton, the sheets and quilt covers for sleeping can be durable and comfortable even if they are covered with linen on the outside.
If he bought one piece of cloth, it would be enough to make two beds with some left over, which he could use to wash and replace. The remaining cloth could also be used to sew three pillows stuffed with cassia seeds. The old wooden pillow that easily caused soreness in the back of the neck after sleeping could be chopped up and used as firewood. The scraps of cloth could be used to make small items such as handkerchiefs, towels, and belly wraps, Ji Xu thought.
The shopkeeper sent his boy to take care of the weighing, while he continued to chat here. Those who could afford to buy cotton must be big customers. He said with a smile:
"Girls, if you want to buy cotton to make quilts or mattresses, our shop can process it for free. After it's done, we'll weigh it and it will definitely be the full amount, not some cheap measure."
When Ji Xu heard this, she was naturally happy. She didn't know how to sew a quilt. She asked Zhuang Hui Niang, but she had only sewed with reed fluff and had no idea about cotton.
"Then I'll trouble you, boss. Please make me an eight-jin cotton quilt and a four-jin mattress. I'll take the remaining one jin back to make shoes."
After Ji Xu finished speaking, he looked at the soles of his shoes again.
Zhuang Hui Niang nudged her and lowered her voice, "I know how to sew these soles. I'll teach you. You don't have to spend money to buy ready-made ones here. You'll pay for the work in vain."
Ji Xu said, "Aunt, please teach me how to make the uppers. If I sew the soles, it will snow lightly tomorrow and it will be too late to make them."
Zhuang Hui Niang thought about it and felt sorry for her. She watched her use her fingers to measure the length and choose three pairs of soles. All of them were made of coarse linen thread and the soles were embedded with wooden lasts, which were very thick. The three pairs cost a total of fifty coins.
The shopkeeper smiled and praised, "You have a good eye, young lady! These hemp shoes have wooden soles embedded in them, so they're very wear-resistant. You can wear them for years!"
Ji Xu paid a total of 1,750 coins for 13 pounds of cotton, a piece of linen, and three pairs of shoe soles, and there was not a penny left in his purse.
The shopkeeper grinned and counted the money, making a big deal. He was busy ordering the boy to take them home so that they could learn the way. Before they left, he personally saw them off for a long distance, waving his hand and saying:
"Come again! I will deliver the finished bedding to your house tomorrow! Just sit back and relax!"
Ji Xu, Zhuang Hui Niang, and the boy who was carrying the bag and making two pieces of cotton wool, were heading towards Benguli. When they reached a fork in the road, Ji Xu pointed to his home on the ridge from a distance and said:
"Thank you for your help. I'll just send it here and deliver the bedding to that house tomorrow."
The boy took it to heart and retreated.
Zhuang Hui Niang also headed home, saying, "Come to my house with the cloth later, and I'll teach you how to sew shoe uppers."
Ji Xu followed Aunt Chen and made the uppers for the three sisters, sewing them onto the soles they had bought. They used the same red cloth that was used to store the six grains when the house was built. It was also wrapped with the winter clothes and hung in the west room. Now it was turned out and was just enough to make the uppers for the two younger sisters. The colors were bright and the younger sisters were eagerly looking forward to it. Ji Feng even asked Ji Xu for some scraps of cloth to use to weave hairbands.
As for Ji Xu's, she didn't like the ochre red, but she happened to have some scraps of chicken-crowing cloth, which were cut from the day she made winter clothes. They were the right size for shoe uppers.
The lotus green color and thick cotton will keep your toes from getting cold, and the color is also delicate.
Ji Xu also used those scraps of chicken-crowing cloth and red cloth, patched them together, and tried to make three pairs of cotton gloves. The fabric was not as good as the woolen ones in later generations, and it was stretchable and fit the hands. She tried her best to cut them according to the size, making them into a style with two fingers, and sewed two straps at the wrists to fasten the cuffs.
Gloves also existed in the Western Han Dynasty, and they were called hand clothes.
The three sisters have frostbite on their hands that recurs every year. These clothes may help prevent and treat it. Otherwise, their hands are swollen and itchy, which is really uncomfortable.
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