my grandmother

Chapter 87
Li Xiaonan and Wan Qing were chatting happily, and they didn't even notice when the car stopped.

"Miss Wanqing, we're here."

Shi Gun's yell startled Li Xiaonan and Wan Qing, who were head-to-head and gossip-inducing.

Li Xiaonan was close to the car door, turned around and was about to get out of the car.

"I'll get off first!" Wan Qing grabbed Li Xiaonan, stroked her skirt twice, raised her face, took a breath, got out of the car, raised the curtain, lowered her eyes and head, and waited for Li Xiaonan to get out of the car.

Li Xiaonan stepped down on the pedal, met Gu Yan's sideways glance, wanted to laugh, and quickly held back.

Gu Yan smiled at Li Xiaonan, looked at the well-behaved Wan Qing, then looked back at Li Xiaonan, turned his hands behind his back, and turned to move forward.

The officials of the Weaving Department lined up in two rows, bowed and lowered their hands to welcome them outside the gate.

Li Xiaonan was next to Wan Qing, and quietly asked: "Is this weaving workshop your family's?"

"No. Don't talk!" Wan Qing tried not to move her lips.

Zhou Langzhong, the general manager of the Pingjiang Weaving Department, rushed forward.

Gu Yan kept walking, raised the folding fan, and signaled Zhou Langzhong that there is no need to be polite, "Just passing by, come and have a look. Don't disturb everyone, you just need to accompany them, let them go back to work."

"Yes." Zhou Langzhong bowed and agreed respectfully, turned around and told everyone to go back to do their errands, and he bowed slightly, following behind Gu Yan.

"How many people are there in Pingjiang weaving workshop? How many weavers are there?" Gu Yan waved his folding fan, looking here and there, looking lazy and bored.

"A total of more than 330 people, a total of [-] weavers, of which..."

"Over 4 people, only 1 weavers! Who are the remaining [-] people? There are so many officials like you?" Gu Yan stopped in surprise.

"no no!"

Zhou Langzhong was nervous and dumbfounded by Gu Yan's words, so he quickly explained.

"For 3 weavers, there must be more than [-] looms. These looms need to be repaired and maintained, and many craftsmen such as carpenters and blacksmiths are needed. The inside and outside of the machine room have to be cleaned and scrubbed, and the weavers have to eat two meals in the weaving workshop. , a total of seventeen large and small kitchens, and the total number of people employed..."

"So that's how it is." Gu Yan interrupted Zhou Langzhong again, pointing to the weaving workshop in front of him, "Go in and have a look."

"Yes yes yes!" Zhou Langzhong walked a few steps into the weaving workshop and pulled up the heavy cotton curtain.

Li Xiaonan stared at the weaving workshop in front of her with wide eyes.

This weaving workshop is very similar to the factory buildings of later generations. It is five or six feet long and three to four feet wide. When the light shines, it looks like pieces of yellowish inferior glass.

"That, that!" Li Xiaonan was extremely surprised, and kept patting Wan Qing.

"That's Ming Wa! Don't talk!" Wan Qing gave Li Xiaonan a hard look.

"Watt?" Li Xiaonan was a little confused.

Aren't tiles placed on the roof?

"After being boiled with ox horns and sheep horns, they are thinned into pieces, which are called Ming tiles. Have you ever seen them?" Gu Yan paused and glanced sideways at Li Xiaonan.

"Oh, so it's similar to an ox horn lamp." Li Xiaonan was a little disappointed.

Not glass!
Zhou Langzhong looked at his nose and heart, his ears were closed, and his eyes were not squinting.

This grandson is infatuated with that little girl from Yueyang Pidanli's house, and no one in Pingjiang City doesn't know about it.

Throughout the Spring Festival this year, this matter was the only hot topic in Pingjiang City.

Well, as expected, as Liu Fuyin said, it's not that Shizi is obsessed with beauty, but Shizi is interesting to see this little Nier's stupid and ignorant look.

He also thinks that this little Nier is interesting and attractive, with shining eyes and a blessed face, well, her talented elder brother also has a blessed face.

Dong Shanchang from the prefectural school was full of praise for her talented brother.

Dong Shanchang said: Ever since he heard that the son of the world liked this little girl, he felt that he had to give that Li Xuedong a special.

Dong Shanchang said that at the beginning, he was very worried for a few days, worried that this Li Xuedong was going everywhere to earn money and missed too many classes, and when the time came, the Zhuo Wei he gave would attract people’s comments, but he didn’t expect that Li Xuedong never missed a class , go to the government school at the earliest every day, just a little hard work can give you an outstanding!
Dong Shanchang was so happy that when he mentioned Li Xuedong, he would definitely add a word of courtesy and understanding.

This little Nier had such a friendship with the Shi Ziye, in the future, unless Prince Rui's mansion collapsed, no one would have to offend this family.

Prince Rui's mansion is closed with the country, if Prince Rui's mansion collapses, unless the dynasty is changed...

Zhou Langzhong has always been known for his quick thinking, and in the blink of an eye, he thought of changing the dynasty all the way from the prince and beauty.

Li Xiaonan entered the weaving workshop, looked at the situation in front of her, and let out a long sigh.

In the corner of the weaving workshop, there is a huge loom that is almost one foot high, one foot wide, and two feet long. On the loom sits a neat woman, singing songs, using both hands and feet, and the colorful silk threads fluctuate like a waterfall. , the woman sitting under the loom stepped on the pedal alternately with both feet, and quickly threw the shuttle.

Next to the huge loom, there are dozens of heddle looms neatly lined up, the pedals are loud and the shuttle threads are flying.

Li Xiaonan didn't look at those heddlement looms, but stared at the flower bearers and weavers on the huge looms, dumbfounded.

The last time she was shocked by the superb magic of the technique was at the Silk Museum, watching a demo embroiderer split a thin silk thread into two strands, four strands, eight strands... until it was split into 120 strands.

Compared with the present, the shock of that time is like the brightness of pearls to the bright moon!

"Is this the material you made?" Gu Yan waved the folding fan and asked casually.

"This is the product of the Customs Department. The raw materials are in the Eighth and Ninth Weaving Workshops." Langzhong Zhou answered with a bow.

Gu Yan hummed, looked at Li Xiaonan who was dumbfounded, took two steps forward, stood beside Li Xiaonan, tapped Li Xiaonan's shoulder with a folding fan, "What are they singing about?"

"Huh? I don't know." Li Xiaonan answered casually.

Gu Yan tilted Li Xiaonan sideways, and tapped again with the folding fan, "Aren't they singing Wu dialect? You don't understand Wu dialect either?"

"What song are they singing?" Li Xiaonan turned to ask Wan Qing.

"It's called the Elegy Song, they made it up themselves, as long as the two of them can understand it." Wan Qing stood upright and answered politely.

"Elegy song." Li Xiaonan glanced at Gu Yan and replied.

Gu Yan looked up at the flower bearer with flying fingers, and ignored Li Xiaonan.

"Have you looked up there?" Li Xiaonan moved a step towards Wan Qing and asked.

Wan Qing gave Li Xiaonan a hard look, but ignored her.

"Do you want to go up and have a look? How about we try and weave a piece too? It's not too difficult for me to see." Gu Yan was in high spirits.

Zhou Langzhong was taken aback.

This piece of damask is more than half woven, if this one goes up and pulls a few, this piece of damask will be useless!
"The loom in No. [-] Weaving Workshop has just been threaded, and the official said that No. [-] Weaving Workshop is more interesting than this." Zhou Langzhong hurriedly interrupted with a smile.

Li Xiaonan looked at Zhou Langzhong, then at Gu Yan, Gu Yan met her gaze, and pouted at Zhou Langzhong, "He's afraid that we might ruin his brocade."

"No, no..." Zhou Langzhong Khan was about to come down.

"Is there any way to go up and have a look without delaying others." Li Xiaonan asked Wan Qing for advice.

"Isn't there a ladder!" Wan Qing gritted her teeth and replied in a low voice.

Can't she just talk to her!

"Yes, yes! Miss Li wants to see, there is a ladder there, I'll go and carry the ladder for Miss Li!" Zhou Langzhong picked up the front skirt, tucked it in his belt, and rushed to carry the ladder.

Li Xiaonan turned her head slightly, looked at Zhou Langzhong who was vigorously moving the ladder, and then at Gu Yan who was shaking the folding fan.

How could she have the feeling of following the ignorant second-generation dude to bully men and women?

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The flower pullers and weavers of the heald machine need a strong degree of cooperation, and the flower pullers control the rhythm and command movements. The elegy song can be compared to a boatman's chant, not for entertainment, but for coordinating rhythm and command.

(End of this chapter)