Only then did he laugh and explain: "With my unremitting efforts, I have sensed some mysterious energy from this world. Although this energy is different from magic energy, I can still drive them by the same method as magic energy."
Xu Yue didn't understand what energy was, but she was greatly shocked.
Perhaps, this is the effect of the internal skills taught by her father? She often feels a warm current in her body.
Xu Yue shook her head, not understanding, and not wanting to fall into endless entanglements in studying these different power systems. She wiped the saliva from her sister's kiss and continued to fight with the wool.
The two sisters picked out the washed wool, discarding the damaged or stammered ones, and used a comb to fleece the remaining ones. Finally, they only took the smoothest and softest part.
Xu Erniang recalled the steps used by female textile workers to spin cotton thread. She picked up a handful of wool and rubbed it repeatedly on the desk, and soon a thin thread came out.
Then keep adding wool, kneading it while adding it, and a long yarn will come out.
However, Xu Yue pulled it with her hand and it broke directly. The thread kneaded by hand alone was not tight enough.
"We need tools." Xu Yue said seriously.
Xu Erniang threw down the messy wool thread in her hand, stood up and ran out, shouting "Aniang, Aniang!"
If you have any problems, you can always go to your mother and find a solution.
Wang listened to the sisters' ideas and combined it with Xu Yue's description of the textile machine. She dug out a damaged spinning machine from a pile of collected wood, repaired it, and gave it to the two sisters to try.
This is the oldest hand-operated spinning machine. It is small, round, like a windmill, about fifty centimeters in diameter. Women use it to imitate linen and silk. After spinning the linen and silk into thread, they can
Put it on a loom to weave cloth.
If a woman works all year round and weaves cloth every day except sleeping, she can earn about 20,000 yuan a year if the silk she weaves is silk.
If it is woven into ordinary cloth, it will cost about 10,000 yuan, which can basically be equal to or even exceed the output of farming.
However, among the taxes, there is also cloth tax. Each household needs to pay a certain amount of cloth tax every year. This has led to the fact that in Daqing, almost all women from all over the country will join in the weaving work.
During the off-season, women would take out their looms and make enough cloth for a year, and the rest could be exchanged for money or used by themselves.
Therefore, the idea of earning 20,000 yuan or 10,000 yuan a year only exists in the best ideal state.
Xu Yue and her sister used the spinning machine. The wool thread was successful, but their hands were also sore.
So, after spinning wool for a day, Xu Yue, whose arms were sore, decided to modify the hand spinning machine.
"Auntie, can you make the spinning machine a pedal type?" Xu Yue asked seriously, rubbing her sore arm.
Wang was immersed in studying her crossbow and happened to be missing some parts, so she led Xu Yue to Wang Dayou's house next door.
The iron furnace has been set up. Wang Dayou has just bought some iron and is going to open the furnace and pick up the craftsmanship.
When I saw Xu Yue's mother and daughter coming over, I curiously asked them what was going on.
Wang said to Xu Yue: "You can first ask if there is a better spinning machine here."
As an indigenous craftsman from the Daqing Kingdom, Wang Dayou must know the situation here better than they do.
Xu Yue had never thought about this. She only subconsciously thought that these light mechanical textile tools would not exist in backward Daqing.
Unexpectedly, Wang Dayou said that there are also foot-operated spinning machines. There are not only foot-operated spinning machines, but also large-scale looms that use water energy to operate.
However, these technologies were monopolized by the nobles. He had only heard of them but had never seen them with his own eyes.
Other ordinary people may not even know about the existence of these things.
"What, my dear, are you going to learn weaving?" Wang Dayou glanced at Mrs. Wang in surprise. He didn't expect that Mrs. Wang, who could only wield a knife and a gun, could sit down and teach his daughter to weave.
Just thinking about that scene, Wang Dayou couldn't help but shudder, it was so inconsistent!
Xu Yue smiled coquettishly, not wanting to explain this beautiful misunderstanding, but she took the opportunity to tell her that she wanted a foot-operated spinning machine.
Wang Dayou was very interested, but he had never seen it and was afraid that he would disappoint Xu Yue.
But Wang asked, "Brother, don't you want to give it a try?"
Hearing this, Wang Dayou was a little stunned subconsciously. Yes, why didn't he think about it himself?
Seeing that he was enlightened, Mrs. Wang took out a thin wooden board and handed it to Wang Dayou.
There are two parts drawn on the wooden board, the spring and the gear, and the dimensions have been marked.
But Wang deliberately wrote some material ratios below the parts.
Wang Dayou has been blacksmithing for many years and has made relatively delicate things, but he has never seen such a special object before. He asked in surprise:
"Sister-in-law, what is this?"
Wang gave a brief explanation, but it was not in depth. Wang Dayou only knew that they were some delicate parts and did not know the specific usage.
But the ratio of materials under the wooden board made his eyes shine.
"People spend their lives exploring the unknown. Instead of sticking to the so-called inheritance recipes, it is better to create new things ourselves and let these things become the inheritance of the future."
Mrs. Wang handed the board to Wang Dayou and asked him to study it carefully and not just stick to the ingredients and formulas she gave.
"Copper, iron, tin, or other things, different ratios will produce different effects, but each has its own uses. Maybe if you experiment a few times, you will get surprises that you have never thought of before."
After leaving these words, Wang took Xu Yue back, leaving Wang Dayou alone in front of the iron stove, gradually falling into an indescribable state of madness.
Xu Yue looked up at A Niang's straight back, a little dazed.
She knew that Aniang was trying to guide her and make her think about something.
She looked back at Wang Dayou, who was standing in the yard next door without moving for a long time, and then at the straight back walking in front of her, and she understood a little bit.
Mrs. Wang turned back and glanced at her daughter. Seeing that she was thoughtful, she said:
"Cultivating people does not necessarily require hands-on instruction. A person's knowledge is limited, but a person's creativity is unlimited."
"You have to believe that if you give them a direction, they will be able to bloom and bear unexpected fruits."
"Just like me, can I know everything?" Wang shook his head and said: "No, I also have to rely on my soldiers and advisers for many things."
"I don't need to know everything, but as a general, I need to know clearly what this person can do and how to arrange him into a suitable position."
"In an old saying, it's..."
"Know people and make good use of them!" Xu Yue answered quickly. She looked at A Niang expectantly with her big eyes, hoping to get her approval.
Mrs. Wang smiled, rubbed the top of her little daughter's hair, twisted Xu Erniang's carefully braided hair into a chicken nest, and then reluctantly stopped.
Xu Yue: So, grandma doesn’t know how to make a pedal spinning machine!
