The First Family of Tang Dynasty

The two weavers are weaving white folded cloth conscientiously there, and the sound is full of rhythm.

A few weavers were spinning beside them. With their light and gentle movements, the hollow cotton sliver slowly and steadily turned into yarn.

Then use three more spindles to spin into strands of tough cotton.

Only when Li Shimin and others suddenly appeared at the door of the house, the weaving ladies inside were all startled on the spot.

Hurry up to meet the Emperor of Tang Dynasty and a lot of important officials.

Li Shimin smiled and comforted these weavers, and asked them to stand up to answer, and glanced over the oldest weaver.

"What's the difference between this woven white folded cloth and woven linen?"

Zhiniang stood up tremblingly, quickly stepped aside, and pointed to a cotton cloth that had just been woven next to her.

"It's no different, and the cotton thread is soft and tough, and the quality of the spun cloth is still above the linen..."

Li Shimin looked at the spinning wheel in front of those weavers, and looked at the cotton thread that had already formed.

This signaled them to continue what they were doing, the loom rang again, and the loom began to rotate.

Compared to the awkwardness of the starting point, the spinning movements of these weavers are comparable to dancing.

Having changed back to his normal clothes, Cheng Chubi, who became more energetic, continued to narrate.

Li Shimin pressed his lips tightly, although he felt that Cheng Chubi's loud voice seemed noisy.

But because he has offered such a good treasure that benefits the country and the people.

Li Shimin decided not to care about this junior, um, of course he has to forgive him.

Li Shimin stood here for a long time, and finally left reluctantly, turned and walked towards the Great Hall.

His Majesty walked without a word until he stepped into the Great Palace.

Li Shimin returned to the back of the case, took up the winter coat and examined it carefully.

Chai Shao on the side finally couldn't help but began to sigh with emotion.

"Your Majesty, it seems that the minister was really cheated by those Western merchants. I didn't expect that cotton weaving would be so simple."

"And the cloth feels so soft and tough to the minister."

Su Dingfang also couldn't help but recall that some of his eyes were red, but he had many good brothers who died because of the cold in Mobei.

"Your Majesty, if it were the time when I was going to the Jieli Khan of the Tang Dynasty, if the soldiers had such winter clothes, I don't know how many soldiers would be lost."

Li Shimin felt the thick and simple cotton-padded coat, and his heart was also surging.

Finally he picked up this cotton coat and stood up.

"Come on, Zhao Kun, help me, I also want to try it to see how this winter coat feels."

After Li Shimin and Zhao Kun stepped into the room, Chai Shao slapped Cheng Chubi on the shoulder.

But he didn't speak, just stroked his long beard, and raised his thumb towards Cheng Chubi.

Su Dingfang on the side also gestured at him.

With little effort, Li Shimin walked out of it.

The cotton-padded trousers with narrow sleeves and narrow trousers made Li Shimin a little uncomfortable.

However, the beautiful stand-up collar and the close-fitting design really made him feel no burden.

Wearing such clothes will keep you warm and move freely, but it is much better than the big mouth pants worn on the battlefield.

If you change the clothes of the soldiers into such attire, you can save a lot of fabric...

"It's not bad, Cheng Saburo, this suit is also yours?"

"Exactly, is uncle satisfied with wearing it?" Cheng Chubi nodded and looked at Li Shimin carefully.

The clothes are a bit deformed on top of the beer belly, and other aspects are pretty good.

"Well, the old man thinks this thing is really warm, but..."

Li Shimin hooked his finger to the opening behind the hook, and asked strangely.

"Why do you want to make a hole here?"

"??" Cheng Chubi looked at His Majesty the Emperor of Tang who was wearing his pants backwards with a dazed expression. The whole person is not good...

Li Ke on the side frequently winked at Brother Chu Bi. This kind of problem should be solved by Brother Chu Bi, who is sloppy.

"That uncle, there should actually be in front. Used for, used for this..."

Cheng Chubi seriously considered it for a long time, and made a gesture of digging in a somewhat embarrassing manner.

All eyes fell on Cheng Chubi's body, watching his fingers look like a hook~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and gesticulating there for a long time.

Li Shimin's bewildered face gradually darkened, and his tone became increasingly unwilling.

"What the **** is your kid, what are you making? Hurry up."

Cheng Chubi rolled his eyes helplessly. Since it's your old man who wants to listen, I can't blame me.

"It's called the front door. It's convenient for you to dig in."

"!!!" Li Shimin was stunned, his eyes staring into copper bells, his expression instantly stiff. What a god!

"Cheng! Old! Three!"

It took Chai Shao and Su Dingfang a long time to react, what do you mean by ***. Rao is the two people who have been in trouble for a long time, and at this moment, their complexion has become pig liver.

Li Ke picked up his stomach and tilted it aside, he felt that he was about to lose control.

Fang Jun chuckled twice, and quickly lowered his head, as if looking for his dumb fart.

"My nephew is telling the truth, that's what he used to do." Cheng Chubi is really not a bargain, he just feels he has to uphold the truth.

If you don't need to ***, can you still get a rabbit out?

It's not a magician, whether it's a living thing or a thorny rose, or a grenade or remote control, as long as it can be lifted, stuff it inside.

Besides, I didn't talk about the dragon bird, it means that I am not targeting your majesty, your old man, but everyone.

Cheng Chubi took a step back vigilantly, carefully observing His Majesty's unusual gait.

As long as you dare to raise your foot, believe it or not, I will be able to jump out of the Jiucheng Palace in the next second, so that your foot can't even kick the shadow.

"Uncle, my nephew just wanted to make gestures, you want me to say..."

The embarrassed and angry Datang Emperor, his majesty, trembling with his fingers, stroked Cheng Saburo, a little speechless bastard, and poked a few times.

Finally, he snorted angrily, flicked his sleeves, and strode toward the inside.