"I'm not making clothes, I'm making handkerchiefs. By the way, cut them every half a foot for me. Don't cut them crookedly," the woman warned.
The guest's request was strange, but Lamei obeyed it anyway, holding a ruler and scissors and gesturing bit by bit.
The woman sent away the wintersweet, and she saw no one else in the courtyard.
While basking in the sun, I stroked the cloth hanging in the yard. Unconsciously, my steps moved naturally to the dye vat.
Haitang didn't think much about it. There were many customers dyeing cloth, so it was normal for dyers to be curious and take a look.
The mute girl in the other room looked at it from a different angle than Bai Haitang. From her room, she could see the side of the woman. She saw the woman walking to the dye vat, taking out a package of something from her belt, opening it and smelling it.
Sniff...
The mute girl suddenly remembered that Sister Haitang had been burned on her back and had said to be careful, so she picked up the pole beside her, ran out in a hurry, and put a pole on the woman's head.
Before the woman had time to throw the bag of powder into the dye vat, it scattered to the place next to the dye vat as she fainted...
He didn't even have time to look back and see who had knocked him unconscious.
Before he fell, he grabbed a handful of dyed cloth that was drying and pulled off a large piece. Haitang took a closer look in the room and saw the mute girl holding a pole standing there in panic, as well as someone lying on the ground.
That woman.
Haitang walked over in two steps and looked at the mute girl who was still nervously holding the pole. The mute girl pointed to the paper bag and white powder on the ground. Haitang picked up a little and put it to her nose. She couldn't smell it.
something.
The mute girl pointed to the dye vat again...
Haitang took out a little dye from the dye vat and added the white powder. She saw that the dye had not changed at all and was still as blue as the sky washed by heavy rain.
But when Haitang put a piece of cloth in and took it out again, the cloth was also dyed indigo.
It's strange. Could it be that I made a wrong judgment? Haitang was a little confused.
If the mute girl was right, the woman was about to throw the packet of powder into the dye vat, but the mute girl discovered it and gave her a blow to the head, knocking her unconscious.
The mute girl will not lie. She has no reason and no need. Protecting dyes means protecting the dyehouse and ourselves.
Any dye that is put into other things will change its chemical properties, but the time of change is different.
This piece of indigo cloth had dried unknowingly, and its color was no different from other indigo. Haitang suddenly thought of the last step, passing through the water.
When she put it into the clear water, the indigo was diluted little by little, and most of the entire cloth became the original color, leaving some stains and unevenness.
Haitang put away the medicine bag and powder on the ground, and he and the mute girl carried the woman to the door. The mute girl was still holding a pole in her hand. As long as she woke up and dared to escape, this pole was not a vegetarian!
After wintersweet measured the cloth and took it out, she almost tripped over the woman and screamed.
After Haitang explained the reason, Lamei calmed down. The mute girl's shoulder pole was too harsh, and the woman didn't seem to wake up at all. After waiting like this for years and months, Lamei went into the house and scooped up a bowl of poultry water and poured it on the woman's face.
After a while, the woman slowly opened her eyes.
Seeing three people surrounding her, she looked at the dye vat and the paper package in her hand. She knew something was wrong, and there was a buzzing in the back of her head.