The book is back to business, how Li Er fooled his wife and didn't mention it for the time being, but said that Li Muyun came out of the palace and returned to the manor outside the city, and before his ass was hot, he received a decree from the palace: The king of Xiaoyao County and the dog are not allowed to enter the palace without a will Li Muyun didn't know if this Li Er had anything to do with the later Eight-Nation Alliance, but this will was too much, he didn't recruit anyone and didn't provoke anyone, so why was he treated like a dog.
Li Tai and Changle fell a few times, but who didn't fall when they practiced skating, think about those foreigners who broke their bones and tendons in order to practice roller skating, and they didn't see who beat the inventor half to death.
"Lord Wang, do you want to eat" Lao Xia came in with a probe outside the door, he knew that the prince was in a bad mood now, and tried not to provoke him if he could.
And it turns out that Lao Xia is still a little prescient, just after he asked, he immediately saw a cup flying in front of him, smashing to the ground outside, Li Muyun's voice came out from inside: "Go to the blacksmith, and replace all the cups for Lao Tzu with iron in the future."
The corners of Lao Xia's mouth twitched, he didn't dare to laugh if he wanted to laugh, his own prince had nothing to say, he was usually very gentle to people when he was fine, even if he saw the cripple splitting wood in the firewood room, he was smiling, even if he was angry sometimes, he would not be beaten and beaten.
It's just that the prince is still young in the end, and he can't change the frizzy nature of young people, no matter what he does, he will regret it until the fact, just like the glass cup that was just broken.
"That's right, Wanqing" At the dining table, Li Muyun seemed to have forgotten the embarrassment just now, looked at the food that was put on the same table, looked at Lao Xia and asked.
This is also his previous negligence, according to the usual time Su Wanqing should be at home, but today has not appeared, I don't know if something happened, or if he was jealous.
This person doesn't do bad things, and he is naturally not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night, but Li Muyun can't do it, he just went to make the little beauty happy in the afternoon, and then he was listed as an undesirable figure by his father, and now he can't see his last wife, and it's normal to be a little weak-hearted.
But what he didn't expect was that Lao Xia was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and blurted out: "Lord Wang, you don't know" "What do I know, should I know?"
asked Li Muyun rhetorically.
Lao Xia saw that Li Muyun really didn't seem to know anything, so he smiled bitterly: "Our woolen factory has finished products, and the third master and Miss Wanqing have gone over there." ” This answer was what Li Muyun didn't expect, in fact, he had already forgotten about wool spinning, and when Lao Xia mentioned it, he remembered that he borrowed from Lao Li Yuan, and also remembered that he had a woolen mill in Chang'an that had been losing money and had never made a profit.
But then again, what time is this, even if you go to the woolen mill, you should be back before dark, there is no reason to stay in the woolen mill at this time, after all, there are hundreds of people over there, and if you don't get off work until this time, how much overtime pay will be paid While thinking about his thoughts, Li Muyun hastily ended the battle, wiped his mouth and said, "Okay, don't eat, you call a few people, let's go to the woolen mill together." ” "No" Lao Xia agreed, and trotted away.
To tell the truth, Li Muyun did not have much hope for wool spinning before, before industrialization began, everything relied on manual work, even if the wool was really spun, it was impossible for the wool mill with hundreds of people to have much output, and the final result of the mountain of wool would still be burned.
It's a problem of productivity, it's a flaw, it's like writing a novel, if you don't have enough hand speed, you just can't write 24 hours a day, and you can't write a few chapters a day.
"Muyun, why are you here" Located in the woolen mill five miles behind the manor, the three fat men were squatting at the door of the factory and doing nothing, and when they saw Li Muyun appear, they immediately greeted him.
Li Muyun jumped down from his horse and asked, "What's the matter, what is going on here?"
The third fat man spread his hands: "It's just some thread, oh, it may be the wool you said, I don't know about this, Wanqing organized a few weavers in it, and was preparing to weave that thing into clothes."
For the work of these women, the three fat men did not pay much attention to it, and answered perfunctorily.
Li Muyun also didn't care much, but since Su Wanqing was busy inside, it was always difficult for him to leave, so he squatted with the fat man at the gate of the factory and chatted about some interesting things about Chang'an City.
In the woolen factory, a group of women led by Su Wanqing were all beaming, and after more than a year, they finally completed the degreasing and spinning of wool, turning the originally stinky wool into threads that could be used for spinning.
Out of women's natural love for textiles, the woolen mill is surprisingly lively, although the time to get off work has long passed, but those female workers who came out of the palace have no intention of leaving, and work overtime to make a lot of wool.
On the other side, the weavers were also busy, weaving cloth they had never seen before.
The wool threads were not strong enough, and the wool threads were so thick that even the best weavers had to be extra careful, otherwise they would break.
Su Wanqing shuttled between the various factories, looking at the spinning workshop for a while, and then at the textile workshop, in her opinion, the woolen mill was Li Muyun's hard work, and now that there was a finished product, she wanted to give that bastard a small surprise.
Ting'er was like a beautiful butterfly, dancing back and forth beside Su Wanqing, and came to the weaver's side again, rubbing a piece of material that had been woven and shouted: "Miss, the cloth woven from this wool is so warm, you can try it." ” "Ting'er, don't make trouble, don't affect other people's work."
Su Wanqing glanced at Ting'er when she heard the sound and called her to her side.
Of course, she knew that the things woven from wool would be warm, because Li Muyun had already said it, but she always felt that things were a little strange, as if there was something wrong with the wool woven in this way, but she couldn't say that it was wrong.
For example, the woven materials seem to be too sparse, even if she rarely makes female celebrities, she can see that there is no way to cut this kind of thing, because as long as the scissors go down, those materials will immediately draw threads, and then they will fall apart and become one thread after another.
In addition, there is the problem of sewing, how to sew such a sparse material, and what material to choose for sewing thread
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