"Go and ask the people at the post house to give him some coarse clothes."
Feng Yong turned to Amei and said.
Watching Mu Wuzhe take off the black thing, Feng Yong really didn't have the courage to pick it up.
"Where are your people now?"
"Replying to my lord, I am now not far outside the city, where Asi from Hemusi is following."
What is this mess?
Feng Yong looked at Wang Ping with questioning eyes.
"Haojiao Feng Langjun learned that Wang's name is called He Muxi among the Qiang people, and Axi is Dalang."
Wang Ping explained quickly.
Feng Yong nodded, indicating that he understood.
I thought to myself that Wang Ping was very cautious in his actions. If the Qiang people appeared in groups outside Guancheng, they would probably have their heads taken away by the city's sergeants to receive merit.
Wang Xun is now the official of Hanzhong appointed by the imperial court. He is a scumbag to the real powerful people, but he can also be regarded as a deterrent to those big-headed soldiers: These Qiang people are going to be taken to Hanzhong for farming.
Dare to mess around?
He explained some things again and asked Muwuzhe to go back and take a good look at his people, and then arranged for someone to take Wang Ping down to rest.
"Brother, have you gotten up?"
I was about to call Zhao Guang here, but I didn't expect him to come by himself.
But it's not surprising. This guy was already used to Fengzhuang's food when he was in the capital. The food in the post house was even worse than what he had at home. It was normal for him to come here to eat.
Although the food she eats when she is away from home is not as good as at home, Amei follows the cook in the house as soon as she enters the house, so she has learned a lot of cooking skills, and the food she cooks is definitely much more delicious than what she cooks in the inn.
"Hey, brother, what is this?"
As soon as he entered the hospital, Zhao Guang saw Feng Yong looking thoughtfully at the dark unknown object on the ground. He bent down and curiously leaned over to take a closer look. Unexpectedly, he was so smoked that he almost vomited.
"What on earth is this? Why does it smell so fishy?"
Feng Yong glanced at Zhao Guang and said nothing. In this situation, he should speak as little as possible.
Looking at Amei, who had a normal expression on her face, she sighed at the maid's nerves, covered her nose and pinched her voice and ordered: "Go get a basin of water and put some stove ashes in it."
After Zhao Guang heard this, based on the principle that the things his brother valued must be good things, he couldn't help but stepped forward, as if he wanted to take a closer look.
"Don't look at it, it's just a woolen brown coat."
He really didn't want Zhao Guang to flip the thing, because the smell was even stronger, so Feng Yong had to speak.
"Brother, where did this thing come from?"
After Zhao Guang heard this, he walked around the brown man and walked to Feng Yong and asked.
As long as he didn't touch the thing, it would be a good thing. Feng Yong was too lazy to speak again.
As soon as I opened my mouth, the stench rushed straight into my mouth, making me feel sick.
The water came quickly. I put the woolen brown clothes in it and washed them. After they were almost washed, I poured out the water, replaced them with the same water in the basin, and washed them again.
Even in the era of large-scale industrialization in later generations, in the Great Northwest, there were still people who washed wool using ancient methods and then hand-woven it into clothes.
This situation usually occurs in small villages located deep in the Gobi desert and due to inconvenient transportation.
Feng Yong had seen it when he went to work on the military-civilian fish-water situation. The herdsmen took wool and went to the saline-alkali soil to wash it, or they took the plants that grew in the saline-alkali soil, burned them into ashes and washed them in hot water.
When I asked them why, they couldn't tell me the reason. They only knew that it was passed down from their ancestors and said that it could be washed clean.
Later, an instructor from the military academy clarified Feng Yong's confusion, saying that the alkaline water in the saline-alkali land could neutralize the fat of wool, and that mutton fat could dissolve at a certain water temperature.
So Feng Yong knew that raw wool could be cleaned with alkaline water.
Why is it said that knowledge is power?
You have no knowledge, do you know what alkaline is? Do you know how to get alkaline water?
Plant ash is alkaline, this is the power of knowledge!
As for the amount of plant ash to be used, and whether too high an alkaline concentration will damage the wool, these are things that need to be tested repeatedly in the future. It can only be considered tedious at best. As long as you have patience, the difficulty is almost zero.
Feng Yong did not expect to achieve the level of industrialization that would be achieved in later generations. His highest expectation was to make wool into clothes that would be accepted by the Han people.
As for how many grades, what kind of sheep, and even where the sheep are produced, as in later generations, how could he have the leisure?
Clothes made of wool do not have that fishy smell or grease. They can be worn on the body and keep warm. That is enough. Everything else is not important!
Clothes made of wool are much warmer than ordinary silk and linen clothes. This is the most important thing.
Like those wealthy and wealthy families, they can still wear fur coats to keep out the cold in winter.
Ordinary landowners and wealthy people can only wear a few extra robes and huddle around the fire to keep warm.
As for the head of Guizhou, go and build orange poles! The south is fine, but in the north, people freeze to death every year, which is perfectly normal.
After washing it several times, the stench gradually disappeared and the black color on the clothes began to fade.
"Brother, why don't you have some breakfast first and then come see me?"
Zhao Guang couldn't bear it, turned around a few times, and finally suggested.
Amei can't be separated, who will serve you breakfast?
The longer Feng Yong comes to this world, the more degenerate he feels. Now no one is serving him food, and he himself is too lazy to move.
Besides, I still smelled that smell just now, how can I have the appetite to eat now?
Feng Yong glanced at Zhao Guang and said, "If you want to eat, go and eat first. I'm not hungry."
After Zhao Guang heard this, he stopped talking angrily.
I don't know if it was because Mu Wuzhe wore it for too long, or for some other reason. In short, the final color of the woolen clothes was not white as Feng Yong imagined, but gray with yellow.
"Okay, bring it over and let me take a look."
After hearing this, Amei tried her best to wring it out, and then handed it over.
If woolen clothes in later generations were treated like this, they would probably be gone.
But in this day and age, you don’t have to worry about these details at all.
Twisting up a small piece of clothing and twisting it carefully, Feng Yong nodded.
Yes, although the clothes have been washed almost to the point of falling apart, what Feng Yong wants to know now is just to see the effect of alkaline water cleaning wool, which currently seems to barely meet the requirements.
A further experimental subject is, of course, freshly sheared wool.
Zhao Guang saw Feng Yong's satisfied expression, but he really couldn't see what was satisfactory about this piece of clothes that had been washed away.
He stepped forward and twisted it like Feng Yong, and asked doubtfully: "Brother, what are you going to do with this thing?"
He threw his clothes on the ground, clapped his hands, glanced at Zhao Guang, and smiled mysteriously: "You will know later."
In a good mood, he ordered: "Wash your hands well and prepare for breakfast."