Chapter 331: Ancestor Appearance
"Click, click!" The sound of the loom in Su's house began, and Madam Zheng was concentrating on weaving brocade.
All the colored silks are gathered together, and the same colors are sorted out. The four colors are divided into many according to the depth. After reeling, they are wound into silk spindles for use.
The other groups each weave solid-color brocade at home.
Madam Zheng was weaving those four pieces of brocade with Han and Li elements at the Su family. The color matching was complex and the weaving speed was extremely slow, and it needed to be discussed from time to time, so it was kept at the Su family.
Fulu and Fuxi visited several households in the village and then came back to watch the most difficult colorful brocade weaving.
I didn't have a chance to get started with Diexiu because my hands are rough and easily get caught.
In order to weave good brocade, Madam Zheng has not done any heavy work these days.
Before going to bed every day, apply honey and vinegar to your hands, then apply oil for maintenance after washing, and your hands will be much more delicate.
Su Ying teaches the children every day, and Yang Chunhua still teaches the elementary class.
The new mathematical system of Arabic numerals has been compiled and handed over to Lu Zhaoshi when he and his companions left a few days ago.
The women and children were busy with their own things, and after the men had finished plowing the land, they began to help the Zhou and Song families build houses.
It was not as big as Su's house. It was a house with two walls built of bamboo, with cement walls, painted with white lime, and covered with thatch on the roof.
The house was built in seven or eight days. The Zhou and Song families were very grateful to their fellow villagers. They pooled their money together to buy a sheep and treat the whole village to a meal.
There is still some time before the second rice season is planted, so the men went to Qingshi Mountain to build a factory.
Half of the men in Jinfengzhai have finished their work and have arrived, while the other half are still working in the fields, peeling sugarcane leaves. It is a huge project and it will take several days for them to arrive.
At this moment, the combined laborers of the two villages number nearly two hundred people.
Under the leadership of the Ministry of Industry, cement plants and the tools and kilns required for various production processes were built.
There were also people from the Ministry of Works in Tong County who were setting up the project, and Yang Erlang brought a team of ten people to provide technical guidance.
After the cement plant was built and the second-season rice seedlings grew, everyone returned to the village to plant rice.
This time, Huanggou Village used rice seedling horses to plant rice, and twenty rice seedling horses were put into the fields.
"Hey, don't say it's easy with a rice paddy!"
People who are pulling out seedlings in the seedling field sit on a seedling horse. They don't need to bend their waists. They just move forward after pulling out a piece of seedlings.
Someone picked up the seedlings from the edge of the field, and in the paddy field to be planted, the seedling horses stopped and placed the seedlings in the fixed position on the front baffle.
The villagers sat on the rice seedling horses and rode them backwards. Every time the wheels turned a circle, three or four rice seedlings on the left and right sides of the front baffle were pulled down and planted in the fields. Two nests of rice seedlings were planted at a time.
After adjusting the depth, the villagers found the feeling and went much faster.
Soon, one row of seedlings was planted, and then more were planted by riding on the seedling horses.
The village elders were standing on the edge of the field, watching as the seedlings were neatly planted in the field as if by magic as the seedling horses moved. They felt so happy!
"I've lived my whole life, but I can't believe I can still farm like this!" Old man Yang always feels like it's unreal.
Old man Wang went to the field and felt the depth of the mud that the seedlings had grown in. He touched several holes in a row.
"Hey, Old Wang, what are you touching? Go touch your field!" shouted Old Man Yang.
In Old Man Wang’s field, Wang Sanlang and his men were planting, also riding on a rice seedling horse to plant the seeds.
The Zhou and Song families were the last in line. They were afraid of missing out and wanted to plant first. When they saw the magical rice seedlings, they also ran over to watch the fun.
Seeing the speed, I knew it would reach my home in less than three days, so I was no longer in a hurry.
Zhou Wulang and Zhou Liulang were so jealous that they also went down to ride twice. The rice planting was so fast.
It only takes a quarter of an hour to plant an acre of land, and only two laborers are needed.
In just one morning, several families had finished planting their fields, and they felt dizzy as if they were in a dream.
The land has been planted without much work?
After finishing farming, who wouldn't have back pain? Too tired to even stand up straight!
Su Ying didn't go to the fields. She was growing rice seedlings in her own paddy fields, and she would plant them last.
The first piece of brocade is about to come out, waiting for the results.
"Click, click!" Madam Zheng was calm and unhurried, weaving skillfully.
There must be no distraction and no sweat on the hands. It is hot now and the loom is placed in the ventilated corridor.
Fulu and Fuxi sat there quietly, not making a sound.
The brocade base is made of dark red and indigo, woven into double square grids, with a bright red "Fu" character and other colors of Li people's unique patterns.
As the weaving progresses, the entire pattern becomes apparent, which is gorgeous and simple, with a strong flavor of the Sangha people.
But the word "Fu" is unique to the Han people, bright and eye-catching.
"Click, click!" Madam Zheng finished weaving the last strand of silk.
After a long while, he raised his head and smiled, "Okay!"
After taking the rolled brocade off the loom, everyone carefully unfolded the finished product.
The exquisite colorful brocade shines with luster. The smooth and symmetrical brocade has dark and light patterns on it, and the colors are bright and fresh.
"Wow!" Diexiu and several other Li girls covered their mouths excitedly.
I had never seen such gorgeous brocade before, and I didn't dare to get close to it for fear of getting it dirty.
Fulu and Fuxi had seen many exquisite works in the weaving and dyeing bureau, but they were still amazed by this novel work.
"Congratulations, Lord Su! Congratulations, Lord Su!" Fulu and Fuxi showed satisfied smiles on their faces.
Lingnan Brocade, Lingnan Brocade, it really deserves it!
"Congratulations! Congratulations!" Su Ying returned the greeting.
"This brocade is complex, time-consuming, and labor-intensive to produce. The output is low. I'll produce one set per season. What do you think, my Lords?"
There are many color combinations and complex patterns, and it is a hot day, so the requirements for the operator are extremely high. Su Ying does not want to mass produce.
"Lord Su is absolutely right!" Fulu and Fuxi agreed very much.
Scarcity makes things valuable. Mass production all at once cannot demonstrate the preciousness of Lingnan brocade, nor can it show their hard work and great contributions!
Fulu and Fuxi carefully put away the brocade with the word "Fu".
"Huh!" Madam Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, pounding her waist as she stood up. "Oh my god, these past few days, I've been living a life of having everything provided for me, from opening my mouth to eating to stretching out my hand to wearing clothes!"
Her parents-in-law didn't dare let her do any housework for fear that her hands would be roughened.
"It seems necessary to train a group of weavers!" Su Ying was also thinking about this issue.
Since you are a weaver who specializes in making Lingnan brocade, you cannot do rough work.
All the girls in the village are literate and well-educated, so it would be a pity for them to become weavers.
Where will we place the children we recruited from other places? There are many children living in the village school, and we can’t accommodate them at home.
Alas, there are so many things to do, but we lack people and space. I’m so worried!
"Da da da..." The sound of horse hooves was heard outside the yard.
"Mother, mother!" Su Boyan rushed in shouting loudly.
"What's the matter?" Mrs. Du came out of the pigpen carrying a pig feed bucket.
"A letter from Aye!" Su Boyan said happily, "Guess where Aye is?"
"Where?" Mrs. Du threw the bucket away and asked while holding her eldest son's hand.
My husband has been gone for two months and there has been no news from him.
"Father, now he is the Shaoyin of Jingzhao Prefecture!" Su Boyan couldn't suppress his excitement.
"Jingzhao Prefecture Shaoyin!" Old Madam Su exclaimed, "Oh, my Dalang! My ancestors are so spiritual! Please bless my Dalang to a high position!"
Put your hands together and murmur to the heavens, "Thank you, ancestors, for appearing! Thank you, ancestors, for appearing!"
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