The black-bellied peasant girl is reborn, and her weird relatives are mad

All the cotton in the courtyard had been harvested, and the stalks were pulled out and piled behind the kitchen to be used as firewood.

Spinning wheels and looms were moved from the Li family workshop. Jiang Mutao and Feng Xiaoxia stayed in the courtyard every day, spinning cotton threads of different thicknesses under Jiang Muxia's guidance.

The two mu of land in the villa produced 2,100 kilograms of seed cotton. The cotton seeds were removed with a special manual seed remover, and the total amount of lint cotton was 800 kilograms.

She divided the lint into two parts, made one half into cotton cloth and the other half into cotton wool to use as a quilt.

This year she wants to make her cotton products famous in Suanzao County and prepare for promotion next year.

"Sister, why are there so many craftsmen here?" Tao'er was spinning thread under a tree. When she looked up, she saw a group of people walking towards the courtyard with iron hammers.

"Build a few houses. My foster father and Uncle Zhang keep asking me to build a separate courtyard. But, you see, there are only two houses that can accommodate people."

Jiang Muxia stepped forward to give instructions. Next to the winery, a row of houses were built except for a passage in the middle that could accommodate a carriage. The side walls were also demolished, and all the houses were built leading to the back of the kitchen.

As a result, the villa can no longer grow crops.

It does not affect charcoal burning in winter.

When Xiaonan heard this, he happily pulled her clothes, looked up and asked her, "Sister Jiang, now that we have more houses, can we live here permanently? I like it here, and I don't want to leave."

"Of course." She agreed immediately.

"No, we still have to go back to make lanterns. Do you want to be a parasite who depends on others for a living?" Hu Zi's untimely words spoiled the fun, making Xiaonan's face gloomy.

He pouted and muttered, "Can we pull the bamboo here? I don't want to be lazy. I want to earn my living with my own hands. But I just like this place too much. Can we move the lantern cage here as well?"

His face flushed, his eyes filled with tears, and he said aggrievedly, "Sister Jiang, I really wasn't lazy. You saw it, when there was nothing to do at home, I followed Sister Xiaoyao to the hills to pick sour jujubes, and we picked several sacks."

"I believe it. Our Xiaonan is a hardworking child who is not afraid of hardship." She rubbed Xiaonan's hair and glared at Huzi.

Hu Zi became more and more silent, completely different from the cunning, smooth-talking boy she first met at the back door of the restaurant.

I have to find a chance to have a heart-to-heart talk with him.

She had never thought about the idea proposed by Xiaonan. She was from Xigang Village and wanted to give the villagers more jobs so that they could have more money and live a better life.

There is no place to plant bamboo in Xigang Village, and bringing bamboo from other places would be too costly and labor-intensive and inappropriate.

Xiao Yao carried a willow basket and took the other children to the hilltop to pick sour dates. She turned around and smiled again.

Jiang Muxia shook her head, they were all just children at heart.

The sound of the loom stopped and Jiang Mutao got down from the loom.

"Sister, the first piece of cloth has been woven, using the finest thread. Come over and take a look at the quality."

Jiang Muxia walked over quickly and took a look. The white cloth on the loom made her want to touch it. She was about to touch it, but she stopped and ran to the well to wash her hands before coming back. She put her hand on the cotton cloth, which was delicate, dense, soft and comfortable.

"Is this sixty?"

"Yes. According to what you said, it is suitable for making underwear."

"Okay, weave half of it into this kind, and half into eighty-count weaves. Leave two or three bolts of thread for you to finish weaving what you have now. I will make other arrangements."

She put on a headscarf, covered her face with a scarf, and went to the main room. She set up the trampoline she had brought back from Li Jiru and spread out seedless cotton on it. After getting ready, she reached out and pulled down the wooden bow tied to the rope, and tapped it with a wooden hammer, gradually loosening the cotton on the bed. She repeated this many times until all the cotton became fluffy and soft.

"Daqi, Huzi, come and help."

The three of them picked up a wooden board with four legs that was propped up in the corner of the wall - if Jiang Muxia hadn't explained it, they would have thought it was a bed.

The three of them worked together to move the wooden board onto the cotton she had fluffed. At this time, it had been trimmed into a square piece by her and was waiting for the wooden board to come up and flatten it.

After the wooden board was put on, Jiang Muxia moved three large stone slabs and placed them on top.

Seeing this, Da Qi was curious and asked, "Miss Jiang, you finally made them fluffy, why do you want to flatten them again? Isn't this a waste of effort?"

After working for a long time, she was sweating all over. She smiled and explained to him, "First break them up, then let them blend together. Only this kind of cotton wool can be used as cotton wool for the quilt. Otherwise, look at those lint cotton wools. They are all lumpy, and it won't be comfortable to cover yourself with a quilt."

"Oh, I see. Is this kind of quilt very expensive? Can ordinary people afford it?"

"Of course it's expensive. So I'm giving this quilt to you. If you want to use it in the future, you'll have to buy it yourself." Jiang Muxia teased them with a smile, lifted the curtain with his hand, and came into the yard.

"Tao'er, leave this piece of cloth to me. I want to use it to make a quilt cover."

"Sister, are you going to open a weaving workshop? Wouldn't you be stealing my aunt's business by doing this? Is this a good idea?"

Jiang Muxia took the rolled cloth in her hands. She planned to dye it to make a quilt cover.

"Do you think I, who knows nothing about weaving, can afford to open a weaving workshop? From now on, our family and my aunt's family will be in a cooperative relationship. I will provide the cotton, the workshop will be responsible for weaving and dyeing the cloth, and we will split the profits equally."

Jiang Mutao's eyes lit up and she shouted, "That's great. We can each take advantage of our strengths and achieve win-win cooperation in the long run."

Hu Zi in the room listened to the two sisters' words and after a long silence, he seriously suggested to Da Qi that it was time to leave and return to Tuanyuanju.

"Why are you going back when you are living here so well?"

"Tuanyuan is our home. We should start making money. Don't forget that we still owe Miss Jiang twenty-eight taels of silver for buying Tuanyuan Residence. We have been living here for free for so long, we should have gone back long ago."

Da Qi also remained silent. Jiang Muxia was her benefactor. She said nothing. They couldn't just stay here and not leave without saying anything.

"You are right. I will tell her right away."

When Daqi suggested leaving, she readily agreed.

These children all have dignity. She can provide them with food and daily necessities, and find ways for them to make a living, but she cannot force them to do what she thinks is good for them.

"It just so happens that I have to go back in the evening. You can take my car back."

"Okay. Thank you for your care these days."

Jiang Muxia smiled and nodded, accepting his thanks frankly.

Before returning to the city, Jiang Mutao asked her, "Sister, doesn't this kind of cloth have a name?"

"Yes. It's called White Fold."

After saying that, Jiang Muxia raised the whip and drove the carriage towards the county town.