Jinxiu Nanzhi, determined to be the richest woman

Waiting for the waiter to pick up the goods, the speed is much faster than the shop in Sangxiu Town. When picking up the goods, weighing and packaging, the waiter's movements are very smart.

A total of eighty kilograms, Yu Muyun checked, they are all thin and tough silk threads, dyed silk threads, the color is also very uniform, with almost no color difference.

Eighty pounds, fifty pounds of plain color, thirty pounds of dyed one.

The shopkeeper took the order and made some calculations. The plain ones were divided into ordinary silk threads and satin silk threads. The price difference was five cents. The colored ones did not buy brocade silk threads, only ordinary silk threads. The price was the same as the plain silk threads.

"Ordinary plain thread costs twenty coins and thirty kilograms, a total of six to six hundred coins. Twenty kilograms of plain brocade silk thread costs twenty-five coins, which is five hundred coins. Thirty kilograms of ordinary dyed silk thread costs twenty coins, which is also six hundred coins. Wen! A total of one to two to seven hundred wen!" The shopkeeper said as he counted. After he finished the calculation, he wrote it down on the list and copied it into his own account book.

Yu Muyun counted the money, then handed it to his uncle and asked him to give the money. He stood on the ground and just reached the counter. He had to use his feet to put the things on the counter.

After paying the money and carrying the things on his back, he left. After going out, he went shopping before returning to the village.

The silk threads given in Sangxiu Town were delivered to my home earlier. After comparing the two types of silk threads, I found that the silk threads bought in Nanyu Town were indeed softer and thinner.

When he returned home, Yu Muyun kept accounts. The accounts at home were divided into buying materials and household expenses, so Yu Muyun kept them separately, and the money he earned was also divided into two parts.

After keeping track of the accounts, there were villagers outside calling for help. I remembered that I had asked the villagers to pay attention to furry animals on the mountain and come find them if they were found.

When Yu Muyun went out, Guan Qingyu was already entertaining.

"Girl Twilight, look, is this wool okay?" A village uncle said, pointing to the sheep in the basket.

The sheep had already lost its breath. When Yu Muyun came out, he spread the sheep out, thinking that Yu Muyun wanted the fur, so he didn't leave a sword wound on the body. As for how he got the sheep to be breathless, Yu Muyun didn't know. .

"Please bear with me, yes, I only want the hair, and you can take the other uncles with you!" Yu Muyun nodded, said a few words to Guan Qingyu, and then went into the house to get the money.

These are all wild sheep. The adult sheep are very big, and the horns of the wild goats are very long. The village uncle skillfully sheared off all the wool, grabbing the roots and cutting it off, and finally picked out a lot of cashmere.

Yu Muyun took ten coins and handed it over.

"No, I don't want these!" The uncle waved his hand.

"Take it! Next time you have something like this, bring it to me and treat it as labor wages for uncle!" Yu Muyun still stuffed it.

"Yes! Just take it! Otherwise we won't dare to trouble you!" Guan Qingyu said as she gathered the wool.

Everyone in the Yu family persuaded him to take it down.

The uncle finally took it under Mrs. Yu's persuasion, and then left the Yu family with the plucked sheep.

He also knew that he would not take it. If he took too much, he would definitely not dare to take it. The unprocessed wool on the market only costs two cents, and the wool on the ground is only worth a little more than two kilograms.

The collected wool must be processed before it can be processed into thread. The two types of wool are processed separately. The longer wool is thicker, while the short wool is very thin and soft.

"The wild sheep on this mountain don't have that much wool!" Guan Qingyu cleaned the impurities on the wool.

"These home-raised sheep are always fed. What they eat on the mountain will naturally be different! But the meat will taste tighter than the domestic sheep!" Mrs. Yu raised her head and said, with the stitches in her hand. Stop too.

After removing the impurities, they began to wash. After cleaning, the sun had already set, so they took it to the stove and spread it on the lid of the pot. After the pot was boiled, it was dried on it.

It also takes a certain amount of time to completely dry the wool, and it cannot be completed today.

With the thinner silk thread, Xu Xin became more cautious in weaving, fearing that it would be torn and wasted.

"You don't need to be so careful. Although the thread is thin, it is still very tough!" Xie Sujin said with a smile.

"It's so thin, I'm afraid it will break if I have thick hands and feet!"

"It's okay. I've seen silk threads that are thinner than this. Even if the material is different, the thread is even better than this!" Xie Sujin said with the thread wrapped around her hand.

"Auntie, you have to believe in the experience of people who have been there!" Yu Muyun said from the side.

"Yes, yes! As a semi-experienced person, of course I have to listen carefully to the experiences of talented people!" Xu Xin pinched Yu Muyun's little face.

Thin silk threads are wrapped around the loom, and then the cloth is neatly laid out. Under the sunlight, it glows with luster. This is something that the silk threads bought in the town here do not have.

The unique sound of a wooden loom. Every time the foot pedal is stepped on, the upper and lower threads are alternately replaced. The threads are inserted through the shuttle and then pushed tightly, so that all the threads are combined to form a cloth pattern. The same movement repeats , gradually the cloth is wound into the wooden shaft, and is taken out after reaching a certain number of meters. This is plain cloth.

The pattern is different. You need to pick the thread, determine the position of the pattern, and use silk threads of different colors to weave the entire piece of fabric. The final pattern will be on a horizontal line.

Looking at the woven fabric, compared with the previous fabric, there is a certain color difference, but the quality is not much different.

"It's the same color number, but the colors are completely different!" Grandma Fu looked at the fabric.

"Then just follow our color, not necessarily the color he gave us!" Yu Muyun said, comparing the two fabrics made from silk threads.

"That's right, the cloth is woven by us, so it doesn't count as their color!"

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the number of days Ye Chanyi has been here has also increased to fifteen days, and she can't stay in the yard outside. When she gets to the house, there is a charcoal pot in the house, which is warm, but the light is dim.

After staying up for a few days, Yu Muyun felt that there was no window in this room and the light was really poor. Even if he lit a lamp, it would be a waste in the long run.

Entering December, it rained at first and then started to snow. It became even more difficult to stay outside. All meals were taken care of in the kitchen. Every room in the house was the same size. Later, when I lived in the house, I decided to adjust it accordingly. If there is a need for separation, there is no separation in the kitchen. It is still possible for the whole family to have a meal together.

"Why is the snow this year heavier than in previous years!" Fu Ma carried the little iron egg into the wooden barrel. There was no small bed, only this wooden barrel. This was a wooden barrel owned by every household in the village. Compared with using The bucket needs to be two circles larger, so that a child who is a few months old can still lie in it. Shiliang is like a fur ball, which has grown a lot. It is just right for little Tiedan to warm his bed. With this fur ball around, little Tiedan can sleep. It's so silly.

The snow has been falling for several days, making it difficult to get in and out of the village. I heard it even knocked down several trees.

When he was about to close the door and go to sleep at night, an old woman from the village came to the door and said, "His aunt, his aunt, wait!" The old woman's voice was almost drowned in the sound of the wind. Fortunately, Guan Qingyu had a good ear and heard the sound of stepping on the snow. There were vague voices, and Guan Qingyu leaned out, holding an oil lamp in her hand, which was already red from the cold.