Wang Hou probably felt ashamed. He was basking in the sun and wandering around all day long, looking like a gangster Liu Bang. In comparison, Lu Ji was much more dedicated than him. He followed the personal guard to the textile workshop located near the suburbs of the city. As soon as he entered, he saw her standing there staring at her with all concentration. Two carpenters followed him and staring. Six women in the city were shaking big wheels in novel ways. After passing by one, they passed, and the large pieces of cotton magically turned with the wheels and formed a thin cotton thread.

With thread, you can weave cloth!

In fact, the defense machine is not a new technology. Both linen thread and silk reeling are used in similar technologies, but for cotton, some adjustments are needed. However, the same as the technique of applying salt to fresh fish and soaking concentrated salt water to keep fresh, the method is very simple, but the most difficult thing is to think of it out of nothing.

Cotton was already spread to the Central Plains when Zhang Qian opened the Western Regions of the Western Han Dynasty, but now it is the late Eastern Han Dynasty, so it is still raised as an ornamental plant in Cao Cao's garden!

And from the viewing of flowers to the clothes people wear, the only difference is one bullet!

This is the idea that Wang Hou himself proposed. Not far from the spinning machine, the cotton flowers sent from Funiu Mountain passed the seeds and were spread on this table. Two craftsmen were hung on the table with a large bamboo bow that was one meter long, and held a hammer like a rolling pin in the other hand. One hammer and one hammer hit the downward bowstring. A magical scene suddenly emerged. The originally tight cotton flowers expanded to the naked eye under the whipping of the trembling arch. The fibers between the cotton were completely opened. The white cotton flowers with a slightly light yellow color were piled up chubby on the table like a large cloud.

The trousers used in the spinning truck were taken from the bunch of cotton. I really don’t know how the genius who first invented the method of cotton-pinning got the inspiration. Anyway, Wang Hou got the inspiration from the shop next to the market in their community, because before traveling through time, their house was there loudly every day.

"Put cotton~"

He was concentrating on supervising the spinning thread. Lu Ji didn't even know that Wang Hou had come in. Suddenly, Wang Hou's arm suddenly hugged her slender and lovely shoulders. She immediately frightened her delicate body and turned her head in shock and angrily. Seeing that Wang Hou had also started to have a beard and had an old face that had grown into ginseng beards, she breathed a sigh of relief.

However, people of this era are really not used to the intimacy and casualness of modern people. Although they did not push Wang Hou away the arm that hugged her, the girl still complained with a red face.

"Master, there are so many people!"

"The fabric is spun out?"

What diverted her attention was work. When she hugged her, Wang Hou's eyes fell on the last loom again. There, more than a dozen bundles of cotton thread that had been spinned had been inserted on the loom. It was woven by a textile woman hard and woven for more than a meter. When it came to this, Lu Ji was immediately excited, and she really forgot her shyness. She was so excited that she looked over her little head.

"The master is really a genius. Even the cotton textile method that the Western Regions people can crack so easily! This material is really good! Although it is not as shiny as silk, it is better than delicate. It is far softer than linen, and it is also insulated. After the first new cloth is coming down, I must sew a new robe for the master myself!"

If a wife is so virtuous, what else can the husband ask for?

Looking at the girl's bright eyes, Wang Hou's heart felt two or three points drunk again. As Lu Ji exclaimed, he suddenly slapped her on her slender waist, hugging her like an idol drama and leaning in his arms, staring at her big dazed eyes, and looking at her very domineering president's eyes.

"Woman, then I'm looking forward to your robe!"

When Lu Ji was stupid again, Wang Hou hugged her slender waist and then turned around half a circle in an idol drama. His eyes were like the domineering president, who met the old face so fiercely, but he was covered with fingers in his eyes. He asked with two carpenters in the royal palace who were pretending to be high and hummed.

"You can learn how to build these kinds of things by the lady, the spinning truck, the loom, the cotton card machine, and the methods you have improved?"

"Go back to Master, I'll do it!"

This time, they didn't cover their eyes and pretended to behave, holding their fists. They bowed together, but Wang Hou's next words almost made them vomit blood.

"There is still one month before autumn cotton picking. During this period, you will create 300 cotton beds for the local maid, 1,000 spinning trucks, and 1,000 looms!"

In an instant, the two carpenters' faces turned green, and Wang Hou was simply a slut! But before they nodded and responded, Wang Hou had already spoken again.

"Have you heard of Taishigong? If you can't complete the mission, the governor of this province will cut off your little head with a crack, and let you and Taishigong go to be brothers!"

"Small take the order!"

A layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he hurriedly agreed, and the two carpenters ran away.

Is Master Zhou Mu so beautiful to show his love? It’s all strange if you don’t bother! But after satisfying his bad taste, Wang Hou walked up to the second floor leisurely with Lu Ji’s slender waist.

Now this huge factory he ordered to build in spring is still empty at this time, with only a few rows of spinning trucks and looms placed at the door. However, looking out from here, on the coastal plain not far from the port, one after another of cotton fields has become so green, and huge cotton bouquets are exposed in white, swaying gently with the sea breeze, it is so white!

Cotton contractors were carrying out pain and joyfully in the port canteen's biogas pool. The fish internal organs and manure that had been fermented and sprinkled on the roots of the cotton.

Although it was the first time that the huge Han Empire would cost money for manure! But thinking that after the autumn harvest, two asbestos bouquets could be exchanged for one stone of wheat, a happy smile still appeared on the faces of these contractors.

Looking down, Wang Hou's old face was full of happiness, but compared with their happy divine light, the happiness on Lord Zhou Mu's face always had a golden feeling, and his pupils seemed to have turned into the shape of Wuzhu coins.

These days, cloth is just a currency!

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It really makes the dead like this, and it is endless day and night. In a blink of an eye, it is the day of autumn harvest again, and the entire emerging Rizhao City has fallen into a particularly romantic excitement.

In the past few days, even the steel plant has been on holiday. The whole family has taken action together, and the children have also participated in the labor. They pulled down cotton bolts and threw cotton into the load, stuffing the loads and impatient growers. They just picked the loads and couldn't wait to carry them to the back door of Rizhao Yamen and went there to change things.

It was originally agreed that two asbestos boulders and one stone of wheat. But when I really arrived at the place, I discovered the wide range of goods, including old wine in Jimo, new hoes in Rizhao, fences, fresh fish, millet, wheat, and bacon, which made the farmers carrying the load look dazzled for a moment.

After choosing for a long time, the load was filled with bacon, cloth and grain. Then the whole family walked towards their manor outside the city with interest. The children were looking forward to the fish and meat for dinner, the women thought about how to cut two new clothes, and the men opened their mouths simply for the joy of the women and children, and then they were more motivated to enter the cotton field and pull down the cotton boa.

Rizhao County has created a long-lost sense of happiness.

On the other side, in the Rizhao Commercial Building, Wang Hou’s fifth-floor Zhoumu suite, his “happiness” also came.

"How? Master!"

"This is a new cotton robe that Sister Lu and I had tried our best to design and sewed for you! After putting it on, the master's figure became a little more vigorous again!"

Cao Hongjie smiled happily, with little stars on her face, but behind her, Lu Ji's smile was obviously a little stiff. In front of the huge brass mirror, Wang Hou's corners of her mouth were also twitching.

Lu Ji wanted to sew a new cotton robe for herself. In his mind, Wang Hou's first impression was Daniel Wu wearing a black cotton cloak. But now, in the mirror, he has become Huang Bo wearing an old military coat and selling sweet potatoes with his arms!

"How is it? Master! You are saying something!"

"Ah! It's so good. Look at the cuffs and the stitches. You are really attentive in Hongjie! But Master, I'm so energetic and handsome, but the Prime Minister doesn't have a new cotton coat. When I think of this, I feel uneasy. Why don't we present this cotton coat to the Prime Minister?"

"Yes! The master said very much, sister, please do a favor, let's sew a new cotton coat for the prime minister to spend the winter!"

As he said happily, pulling Lu Ji, who had a small face crying, the girl continued to be excited again, leaving Wang Hou's sad old face froze in front of the mirror...

However, looking down at the new cotton robe that was as dirt as the old military coat, Wang Hou's face showed another obscene smile.

Forget it, if you want to have soil, you can pull a bad luck one! Thinking that Mr. Cao was also wearing a rusty military coat and looking helpless, this guy couldn't help laughing!
Chapter completed!