The First Family of Tang Dynasty

The three Zhiniangs instantly frightened Huarong from the conversation between the two. I feel that I am not facing the nobles of the Tang Dynasty.

It's like two green forest heroes who seem to have bad intentions.

They were originally full of expectations, waiting for a while to perform cotton seed removal, spinning and weaving for these great Tang dignitaries.

Qin Qiong, who was walking with Li Jing, couldn't help but shout in a low voice.

"Brother Mao, don't talk nonsense, I just asked Lao Cheng just now.

It is said that we are looking for people to show us how to make white folding cloth. I want these women to be the ones who demonstrate. "

After all, Li Ji was a famous general, and the unscrupulous jokes were forgotten, and he woke up in a few blinks of an eye.

"Bai Die cloth, that thing, is it because your majesty has rewarded Han and Tang firms with 500,000 mu of wasteland?"

Liu Hongji also leaned in with a smile and interjected.

"It's not that you don't know, Lao Cheng loves to sell Guanzi, since he is let to demonstrate, we will be able to see the truth soon."

"But having said that, clothes made of white folded cloth are indeed very comfortable..."

When saying the latter sentence, Liu Hongji also touched the piece of clothing on his body specially.

It was he who spent more than ten times to make a beautiful and luxurious white-folded gown that is very comfortable to wear.

Xue Wanjun over there nodded deeply.

"Xue also made a few of them. They were specially used to practice percussion skills. This thing absorbs sweat and is really comfortable."

A large group of national officials and famous generals all stepped into the front hall, led by the family of Cheng's house.

As for the group of young people, they only sat behind their father's ass, winking at each other uncomfortably.

With little effort, General Cheng Da had already returned to the front hall, after seeing all the old and young men sitting down.

Then he cleared his throat and said loudly. "Today Cheng is invited to come here, there is really a big deal."

"I don't know the position. My Saburo, in the name of the Han and Tang Commercial Bank, presented to the court a machine for making white folded cloth."

"His Majesty Longyan is happy today. That's why he generously rewarded 500,000 acres of wasteland to Han and Tang Commercial Banks for farming and planting cotton."

"You should also know that the white cloth was originally used by profiteers in the Western Regions to deceive me and other property..."

Hearing this, Liu Hongqi and the Xue brothers, who had just been glamorous for their white folded clothes, turned black.

I always feel that this is not very harmful, but it is extremely insulting.

God tricked me and other property, you mean, we are all idiots fooled by profiteers in the Western Regions, right?

Although there was a violent complaint in their hearts, everyone still tried their best to be patient, wanting to hear what it was like.

Facing the pair of unkind gazes, General Cheng, who has experienced the storm, continued to look calm and confident.

"You should know that if you want to get a piece of silk, you need to feed the silkworm chrysalis first, wait for it to spin and form a cocoon, and then cook the cocoon to take the silk..."

"And if you want to get a piece of linen, the process is also very complicated...

After the hemp is planted and harvested, hemp is soaked, washed, and bleached until the hemp is stained. "

"The raw material of this white folded cloth is cotton. After the cotton is picked, it only needs to be dried and it is almost done."

Fang Xuanling, as the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty who was in charge of state affairs and had a good understanding of people's livelihood matters, instantly reacted.

"Zhijie, do you mean that the cotton process is the simplest?"

"Exactly, Cheng Fu, go, bring a sack of cotton we dried, and show them a good look."

Cheng Fu agreed loudly and jumped out of the front hall. Cheng Ping hurriedly passed the bag of seed cotton that had been prepared a long time ago.

After Cheng Fu walked into the front hall carrying the sacks, a distinguished guest approached him and grabbed a lot.

Whether it was a Confucian general like Li Daozong or a fierce general like Yu Chigong, they copied them into their hands and looked at them carefully.

Xue Wanche said with a well-informed look, holding a cotton in his hand and fiddled with it.

"This cotton Xue has seen a lot, after Tuyuhun was injured.

When Cheng Guang and Cheng Liang gave me the debridement, they liked to use this thing to dipped the essence of wine to smear my wounds. "

"My family Saburo tried to plant more than 1,300 acres of cotton outside Chang'an this year. You must have heard of it."

Cheng Yaojin smiled and slapped his face.

"After the cotton is dried, it looks like this. If you want to make a white folded cloth, you need to use the gin and spinning machine invented by Saburo. UU看书www.uukanshu.com"

Hearing this, naturally there was a fat and sturdy family outside, who brought in a pedal gin and a pedal spinning machine.

"By the way, bring in the machine used for weaving linen."

Soon, another loom was also placed in. Patting the three machines, General Cheng smiled triumphantly.

"Next, you can see these three little ladies show you how to turn this dried cotton into white cloth."

Hearing Cheng Yaojin's babbled speech, everyone realized a problem.

Is it really as simple as he said?

The three weavers came to the machine. First, the weaver who was in charge of the gin, took out a handful of seed cotton from the sack.

Then stepped on the machine, and then began to send the seed cotton to the machine.

Naturally, the sticks used here are no longer wooden sticks, but leather sticks, because the friction coefficient of the leather sticks is larger and more suitable.

Before Cheng Chubi couldn't find the leather for a while, so he could only make a wooden stick gin.

Everyone saw that after the seed cotton was sent in, it quickly floated out from the other end.

All the cotton seeds on the top were blocked. With the hand of the weaver lady, all the cotton seeds fell into the bamboo basket on the floor.

With such a light and skillful operation, with little effort, a pile of white cotton has appeared in front of Mrs. Zhiniang.

Cheng Yaojin picked up a handful, and triumphantly said to the ranks who had already got up and walked up to look closely.

"If the seeds are removed by hand, it is only a few kilograms a day, but with this gin invented by my son, a weaver can remove 30 or 50 kilograms."

Three people are busy for a day, and they can almost make up the cotton thread needed for a white pile of cloth.