Datang: God-level son-in-law, salted fish will become stronger

In fact, the hernia smell of this wool is actually not that heavy.

It's just that the wool has been stacked in the warehouse for a year, and it's a little moldy.

"Of course." Qin Mu said casually, "The alcohol I asked you to get from the winery is used to get rid of hernia smell."

Xue Rengui frowned.

Alcohol used to degrease wool?

Xue Rengui sighed helplessly, you said how did the young master grow his head.

No normal person can connect these eight things that can't be hit together.

They all carry a head on one shoulder.

The gap between the head and the head, why is it so big?

But for Qin Mu, degreasing with alcohol can barely meet his expectations.

After all, in the Tang Dynasty, this was the only thing he could use.

He couldn't figure out too complicated chemicals.

"Rengui, come and help me, don't be in a daze." Qin Mu waved to Xue Rengui.

He sorts the wool by himself.

I'm afraid I'm going to die of exhaustion.

heard.

Xue Rengui's heart tightened, he couldn't help swallowing, and replied, "Okay... okay."

Followed by.

Qin Mu and Xue Rengui started to deal with the wool.

The wool is first broken up and then degreased with high alcohol.

Xiangcheng also wanted to step forward to help.

But Qin Mu drove her back to the house, fearing that she would faint from the smoke.

After soaking the wool.

It's already a bright moon in the sky.

The next day.

Qin Mu and Xue Rengui got up early in the morning and began to wash the soaked wool.

After cleaning.

The wool is then dried.

Although these procedures are not difficult, they are time-consuming and labor-intensive, and they cannot be done without physical strength.

After drying the wool, the two returned to the house.

Waiting for the wool to dry.

Three poles in the sun.

Qin Mu was resting on the wicker chair.

Excited, Xue Rengui ran in from the door.

"Master, the drying wool has been dried."

After handling the wool with his own hands, Xue Rengui was looking forward to the woolen sweater.

Qin Mu stood up and pondered, "Okay, let's hurry up and take the next step."

Followed by.

Qin Mu and Xue Rengui received the dry wool to the workshop.

The wool is washed though.

But by the particularity of wool.

There are also a lot of messy fluff and weeds on it.

Qin Mu asked Xue Rengui to find two brushes to clean up the debris in the wool.

Cleaning up debris requires both patience and care.

It was Qin Mu's first time weaving a woolen sweater, so he had to do it himself.

It took a full two hours.

Only two people cleared enough wool to spin four to five sweaters.

The rest will wait for Qin Mu to sort out the production process.

Just find someone to take care of it.

Qin Mu breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a light smile, "Okay, next, comb the wool into wool strips, and then stretch the wool finely."

Xue Rengui also let out a sigh of relief.

This thing is much more complicated than fighting against the enemy.

It really forced Zhang Fei to embroider.

Subsequently.

The two comb the wool into wool strips.

The wool strips are drawn thinner, longer and stronger.

Slowly turn into wool thread that can be used for weaving.

Then wind the wool that has been drawn on the spinning column, and roll the wool into a ball.

Wool thread and you're done.

Xue Rengui held a ball of woolen thread in his hand, dumbfounded.

It's incredible.

The stinky fleece turned into this in their hands.

Xiangcheng was also amazed.

She has been watching from the sidelines, and she is very clear about the process of wool turning into woolen thread.

Xiangcheng picked up a ball of woolen thread, sniffed it lightly, and slightly raised his willow eyebrows.

Amazed.

Wool, there is really no smell at all.

This...

How can this be?

Xiangcheng looked up at Qin Mu, "Husband, you...you must have cast magic on the wool, it's incredible."

Qin Mu patted her head and said with a smile, "If I know how to perform immortal arts, why would I have to put in so much effort?"

Chapter 339: It's good, it's just a little sticky (4/5)

In the workshop.

Xiangcheng shook his head helplessly, even though the woolen thread was in his hand.

she still can't believe it

See Xiangcheng staring blankly at the wool thread.

Qin Mu smiled softly, "Don't be dumbfounded, lady, we'll send the woolen thread to the weaving workshop."

Xiangcheng stared at a pair of beautiful eyes, and nodded slightly.

Xu Gongqing on the side was also staring at the woolen thread.

The stinky wool that smells hard to find.

How did it turn into a wool thread.

Qin Mu looked at the three people who were still in a daze, and shook his head helplessly.

The wool thread surprised the three of them.

If you were wearing a woolen sweater, you probably wouldn't want to take it off.

Qin Mu greeted the three of them, "Let's go, don't be dazed, first send these woolen threads to the weaving workshop, and each of them can make a sweater."

The three of them responded hastily.

Then he took the woolen thread and hurried to the weaving workshop in Mangya Village.

Come to the weaving workshop.

When the Weaver Girls saw Qin Mu and Xiangcheng, they came forward to pay their respects.

"Minutes see Prince Consort, see Your Royal Highness the Princess."

"Minutes see Prince Consort, see Your Royal Highness the Princess."

......

Qin Mu waved his hand, "You don't need to be too polite."

Weaver girl Cuihua stepped forward and said: "If you have any orders from the son-in-law, just say it."

The weaving girls in the weaving workshop all moved to Mangya Village later.

They never imagined that they could live such a rich life in Mangya Village.

Not only the fields are divided.

Working in the textile workshop in the village can also earn a lot of wages.

Every day is getting richer.

Therefore, everyone, Qin Mu, was grateful from the bottom of their hearts.

"It's no big deal." Qin Mu smiled, and handed the wool to Cuihua: "In a moment, help me knit some sweaters with this thread."

"That's all?" Cuihua asked with watery eyes.

Knitting sweaters should not be too simple for them.

Qin Mu smiled and said, "On this matter, what else can I do in the textile workshop?"

Cuihua nodded, then looked at the woolen thread in her hand.

"This thread?" Cuihua rubbed the woolen thread in her hand, frowning.

She has been working in this weaving workshop for so long.

She can recognize ordinary fabrics at a glance.

But the thread in front of me is soft and comfortable.

Unheard, unseen.

Seeing this, the Weaver Girls around gathered around one after another.

He picked up Xue Rengui and put a small pile of woolen threads on the ground.

Feel the comfort of the wool thread in your palm and be amazed.

"This thread is too soft, I have never seen a thread that feels so good."

"Yeah, what kind of fabric is this thread made of?"

"The clothes spun from this thread must be very warm."

A group of weaver girls were curious about the woolen thread.

Cuihua looked at Qin Mu and asked doubtfully, "My son-in-law, what kind of line is this?"

Hearing this, everyone's eyes fell on Qin Mu one after another.