Chapter 63 Give me the cloth in your hand

The next morning, Yuan Xiao got up early to read.

After studying hard for two hours, he went out to see the cloth at Old Lady Yang's house.

A piece of cloth consumes a lot of silk, and Daqiang brought the silk to the old lady's house in baskets.

Old Lady Yang also got up early, and when she saw Yuan Xiao coming, she greeted her to come in.

"You came early, Qingya and the others haven't come yet."

Yuan Xiao put down the basket in her hand and smiled sweetly, "Grandma, have you had breakfast? I brought some buns."

The old lady looked much more energetic than before, and waved her hand, "Give Qingya and the others to eat, I drank porridge."

She got up and took Yuan Xiao to the next room.

They usually weave cloth outside during the day and move things in at night.

The old lady took something off the shelf, and there was a roll of cloth neatly folded.

The silk provided by Yuan Xiao was pure white, and the old lady loved it, and always made them clean their hands before weaving.

This piece of cloth was cool to the touch, with a white and bright surface and a very delicate feel.

As soon as Yuan Xiao touched it, he was afraid that he would damage the cloth.

This kind of satin made her think of a delicate girl who was kept in a deep house, with skin so delicate that you could pinch water out of it.

"Qingya and the others have almost learned enough. You can find a place for them to do it in the future. I'll give you this silk weaving machine, so you don't have to come to me anymore."

Old lady Yang said this coldly, but Yuan Xiao was not the kind of person who would destroy the bridge after crossing the river, so how could he really leave the old lady alone.

"Grandma, why don't you live in my house?" Yuan Xiao suggested tentatively.

She had this idea last night. If several courtyards were connected, it would be convenient for the old lady to live here.

Then, a place will be set up in the yard for silk weaving, and old lady Yang can give them guidance.

The old lady's face became stern, and her brows were tightly wrinkled. "I have my own home, why should I live in your place?"

Yuan Xiao looked at the expression on the old lady's face. Although she was stubborn, he could still see some relaxation in her eyes.

The old lady had lived alone for such a long time, and with Zhang Qingya and the others as her companions, she must have gotten used to the hustle and bustle.

If she suddenly passed away again, she would probably feel even more lonely than before.

"Actually, I want grandma to live in our house. My grandma is in the hospital, and there is no one to take care of many things at home, so I was thinking of asking you to come and help. When my grandma is discharged from the hospital and goes home, if you want to come back, you can come back anytime."

Old Mrs. Yang walked out with the cloth in her arms, still saying stubbornly: "How can I, a half-blind old woman, help you?"

Yuan Xiao wrinkled his face and followed with a playful smile, "How can I not help? I still have a lot of silk. If Sister Qingya and the others have any problems in the weaving process in the future, you have to come and solve them. You can't let me make this trip every time, can you?"

"Go away, go away, you're annoyed just by seeing you, a little monkey. Go bother someone else!"

Old Mrs. Yang had an impatient expression, but she still couldn't control the corners of her mouth to rise.

Yuan Xiao took the silk cloth from her with a smile, walked out the door and came back with his head poking out: "Then it's settled. When the yard of my house is opened up, I will let Brother Bingzi come to help you move."

After leaving the old lady's house, Yuan Xiao held the silk cloth in her hand and planned to go to the textile factory.

She came to the textile factory once because of the quota of San Ya female workers. It was the old lady He who brought her here personally. She also asked Director Liang to come down. Many people in the textile factory still remember her.

"Comrade, you came at an untimely time. A senior leader of our factory has come and is visiting the workshop now."

It was an old lady in the workshop who reminded Yuan Xiao.

Yuan Xiao smiled and thanked, "May I ask if you know San Ya? I came to see her on my way."

The aunt happened to be familiar with San Ya, and said enthusiastically, "Yes, I know her. Those leaders probably won't come to San Ya's workshop so soon. I'll take you in."

San Ya had problems with her legs and feet, and usually didn't walk, so the aunt had to take Yuan Xiao in to see her.

San Ya was in the weaving workshop, and this position only required sitting and weaving.

She has been learning here for a month or so, and her little hands are very skilled.

But the only drawback is that she can't go home often, and it takes a long time for her to go back to Dayang Village.

When she saw Yuan Xiao, her little face lit up, and she was so excited to meet a long-lost friend that her eyes were red.

"Sister Yuanxiao! Why are you here?"

Yuanxiao stood beside Sanya. Although she had to go to work every day, Sanya looked better than before in Dayang Village.

"I came to see Director Wu, and I came to see you by the way."

Sanya pulled her to sit down beside her. "It was said that the leaders from the city would come to inspect and see the dyeing of cloth today, and they will come here later. Hey, what are you holding in your hand?"

Yuanxiao touched her head and took out the silk. "I asked someone to help weave this, and I wanted to ask Director Wu if he could help me sell it."

Sanya exclaimed, her eyes full of praise, she felt itchy and wanted to touch it, but she was worried that she would ruin the smooth fabric.

She had been here for a long time and had heard about satin, but this was her first time seeing it.

Their workshop only wove cotton cloth, and such high-end fabrics were not easy to sell.

Yuan Xiao's fabrics attracted several female workers in the workshop to come and watch, but they only dared to watch from a distance and did not dare to play with them.

Several people were chatting with each other, and then they heard a deep shout: "What are you doing!"

Hearing the stern voice, the female workers dispersed, only to remember that they were still at work.

Yuan Xiao had not put away the satin in his hand yet, and he looked embarrassed, worried that he would drag San Ya down.

Fortunately, Director Wu had met Yuan Xiao before, and knew that she was acquainted with He Changlin, so he gave her some face and his expression eased a lot.

In addition, there was a leader from the city standing behind him, so he couldn't make any trouble.

Before Director Wu could say anything, he heard a girl in a plaid skirt pouting and saying, "Is cotton the only material in your factory? How unfashionable!"

The girl was the leader's daughter, so he couldn't afford to offend her. Director Wu had to smile patiently, "Cotton is durable and cheap, so it's more popular."

The girl's expression was a little more disgusted, and she rolled her eyes, not disguising her disdain: "Country people are country people, they don't understand fashion."

The leader did not stop the girl from talking at all, and patted her hands affectionately, "Xiao Yun, farmers have to work in the fields, so they will naturally choose durable fabrics."

Pei Yun pouted and said nothing, walking forward with a clatter in her small thick-heeled shoes.

When she walked to Yuan Xiao's side, she saw the silk in Yuan Xiao's hand from the corner of her eyes, and her expression was surprised.

She didn't say anything, and she reached out to take the silk in Yuan Xiao's hand.

Yuan Xiao held the silk and stepped back, "What are you doing?"

Pei Yun didn't get what he wanted, his expression became a little sinister, and he pointed his finger and said angrily: "Give me the cloth in your hand!"