The family of three entered the house and Song Sicheng took off his cotton jacket.
Song Zhiting took his cotton jacket and touched it, feeling the warmth of the clothes.
Zheng Baozhu saw this and said, "Why, do you also suspect that I'm mistreating Sicheng?"
Song Zhiting explained: "No, I'm just curious about why goose feathers can keep you warm.
Since poultry feathers are so useful, can't we go to poultry slaughterhouses to collect feathers and make warm cotton clothes for the soldiers?"
"It's not as simple as you think. The down used to make down jackets comes from a layer of fine hair on the belly skin of geese and ducks. Only a small amount of down can be obtained from a goose or duck."
Song Zhiting didn't ask any more questions and brought back five big white geese the next day.
"Can these be made into a cotton coat?"
Zheng Baozhu asked: "Who are you doing this for?"
Song Zhiting said: "My grandpa, I want to make him happy."
Zheng Baozhu's eyes lit up when she heard this: "Is it because Grandpa is happy that he agrees to our divorce?"
"Not sure, but the chances should be very high."
"Then I'll make one for my grandfather."
Song Zhiting wanted to help kill the goose, but Zheng Baozhu waved her hand and said no.
The goose down taken from the slaughtered goose has to go through many processes before it can be used to make cotton clothes. So how long will that take?
The down jacket she made for Song Sicheng was made from the lining of her own down jacket, which was quite convenient.
The big goose that Song Zhiting bought was just kept by Zheng Baozhu in the space.
Mr. Song’s body shape is similar to Song Zhiting’s, and also the same as Zheng Baozhu’s father in his previous life.
Zheng Baozhu went to Zhaozhuang market and found the tailor who had made cotton-padded jackets for her before. She gave her a picture and asked her to make two mid-length semi-finished cotton-padded jacket shells according to her picture.
After it was done, Zheng Baozhu took it back, entered the space, took out his father's down jacket, took out the down liner inside, and put it on. A down jacket was ready.
Then, Zheng Baozhu took out five processed geese from the refrigerator in the space villa and hung them in the yard to dry.
When the weather is cold, the outside is like a natural refrigerator.
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Zheng Baozhu handed the clothes to Song Zhiting.
Song Zhiting tried the clothes on himself and found it fit well, was light and warm, so he was reluctant to take it off.
"I didn't expect you to be so good at sewing."
Zheng Baozhu said, "It's OK to make clothes for children. I asked a tailor to make this. Please send it back as soon as possible. This one is for my grandfather."
Zhao Li saw Song Zhiting coming out with clothes and came over to ask: "I saw you bought five geese a few days ago. Can goose feathers really be used to make cotton clothes?"
Song Zhiting nodded and said that the cotton coat in his hand was made of goose feathers.
Zhao Li returned home and asked Captain Zhou to buy a few geese so that she could make down jackets herself.
Captain Zhou said, "Can you do it? Don't waste it when the time comes."
"There's nothing to waste. Even if we can't make clothes out of it, we can still eat goose meat."
"I don't have that much money to buy a goose."
"If you don't want to buy a goose, you can just buy a few chickens."
Unable to persuade his wife, Captain Zhou bought two chickens the next day.
Zhou Xiaoming cheered because his family was going to kill a chicken for dinner.
In order to eat the chicken as soon as possible, Zhou Xiaoming helped his mother when she was killing the chicken. He wanted to throw away the plucked chicken feathers, but was stopped by Zhao Li.
"This is a good thing, you can't throw it away. Mom also made a down jacket for you. Other stepmothers make it for you. It doesn't make sense for me, your biological mother, to treat you badly."
When Zhou Xiaoming heard that he would soon have the same warm cotton-padded jacket as Song Sichen, he jumped up happily.
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In order to make a warm and light down jacket for her son, Zhao Li washed the chicken feathers over and over again and then dried them.
He called Song Sicheng home, took off his cotton jacket and looked at it carefully, then bought some cloth to make it.
Zhao Li was also efficient and finished the clothes in just one day.
It was indeed very warm to wear, so Zhou Xiaoming wore his new cotton-padded jacket and went to school happily.
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At noon, people in the family compound saw Zhou Xiaoming coming back with a sad face and chicken feathers all over his body.
Everyone laughed and asked, "Xiao Ming, whose chicken coop did you crawl into?"
Zhou Xiaoming ran back home in a rage and took off his cotton coat and threw it away when he got home.
Zhao Li asked, "Who bullied you? You ruined my cotton-padded jacket like this. Let's go and ask him for compensation!"
Zhao Li picked up the clothes, patted them, and picked off the feathers one by one.
Zhao Li was reluctant to throw away the remaining feathers, so she put them in a bag.
Zhao Li asked her son to put on his cotton coat, but Zhou Xiaoming refused to do so.
"The hair inside has all come out. People say I am a cock-spirit. I won't wear it!"
"How can you be so ignorant, kid? Look at Song Sicheng next door, he's wearing it."
"If you can make clothes like Song Sicheng's, I would also like to wear them."
Zhao Li picked up the cotton coat and checked it: "Maybe the stitches are too big? I'll sew it again for you."
Zhao Li re-ran the thread at all the seams of the cotton-padded jacket and shook it a few times, and more feathers came out.
I thought all you had to do to make a down jacket was stuff feathers into it, but is there any other trick?
Zhao Li took the cotton coat and went to find Zheng Baozhu.
Zheng Baozhu looked at the feathers coming out of the cotton coat and said, "Down jackets are made of down, not chicken feathers, and special waterproof fabrics are used. Ordinary fabrics are prone to down leakage."
"Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Zheng Baozhu rolled her eyes: "Have you asked me?"
Zhao Li said with a playful smile: "That's why I came here to ask. Xiao Ming said that down jackets are indeed warm, but they are fleecy, so he doesn't want to wear them. Where did you buy the fabric? I'll go buy some too."
Zheng Baozhu said: "The fabric for filling down must be purchased in Jing City. It is not sold here."
Guessing that Zhao Li might ask him to help buy it, Zheng Baozhu directly cut off his retreat.
"20 yuan a meter. If you want it, I'll ask my family to send it to you."
When Zhao Li heard the price, she immediately backed out. With 20 yuan, she could make two cotton-padded jackets herself.
Thanks to Zhao Li's promotion, those who wanted to make down jackets gave up the idea, saving Zheng Baozhu a lot of trouble.
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