Because the water source is well water, not tap water from the faucet, there is no large amount of chloride and sulfide impurities, so the trouble of purification is saved.
When the water cooled down, Haitang took advantage of the last light of the setting sun and went to the back garden with scissors.
If seedlings have grown from the roots, gently pull out the crabapple and wash away the soil with clean water. The cultivation with roots attached will be easier to survive.
Not all plants have roots attached, and some plants have no seedlings. Begonia had to cut off a mature branch, wipe off the juice left by the edge wound, and bring these plants back to the house.
Insert them into the water respectively, and then place them in a place where sunlight can shine in. All that is left is to wait. Begonia stood in front of the window.
The mute girl came over with a smile on her face. She knew something was good at first sight. She put her hands behind her back, as if she was holding something.
"Did you draw a satisfactory painting again?" Haitang asked.
The mute girl shook her head, that is a better thing than this!
"Did you find a gold ingot?" Haitang asked jokingly.
The mute girl shook her head, nodded again, and then stretched out her hands from behind her back. What Haitang saw was a white piece, white, thin, soft, and cool, in the hands of the mute girl.
"Silk!" Haitang stroked it gently, as if her fingers were touching the clouds on the horizon in the early morning. They were soft, gentle, and delicate, making people unable to bear to let go.
Put it to your lips, you will smell the fragrance of silkworm, which is light and refreshing.
The mute girl has already weaved a large piece of silk. It is made up of fine threads one by one, so it is so precious.
It has a slight elasticity and a cool and delicate feel. Begonia puts it on the shelf. The precious things should be ventilated and aired regularly. Wait a little longer before thinking about what to use it for.
Haitang encouraged the mute girl to continue weaving silk. The mute girl nodded in agreement, but still refused to leave, so she took something out of her pocket and showed it to Haitang!
It's a small silkworm, but she doesn't look like an ordinary silkworm. Begonia stretched out her fingers and it felt cool to the touch. Its body temperature was lower than that of ordinary silkworms, and its color was also much darker.
This is a variant...
What kind of silk will this mutant silkworm spit out? This is the first thing that comes to mind.
Silkworms, what other varieties of silkworms are there? Bai Haitang quickly searched in her memory.
It’s cool, could it be ice silkworms?!
Ice silkworms have long since become extinct in modern times, and Haitang has been mentioned in books accidentally, but has never seen it in person.
Wang Jia of the Jin Dynasty mentioned in his book "Shiyi Ji Yuanqiao Mountain": "There is an ice silkworm seven inches long, black, with horns and scales. It is made of frost and snow-covered grasshoppers, one foot long, and its color is
Five colors, woven into a brocade, will not get wet when put into water, thrown into fire, and will not burn when exposed to water."
This is all Haitang knows.
If this is the case, it means that some of the adult insects he retrieved from Shuilian Mountain contained the ice silkworm's recessive gene, which was not dominant in that generation, but was passed on to the next generation!
What will ice silk look like?
Haitang couldn't help but think about it. Modern ice silk is actually an ecological fiber woven from 70% mulberry silk and 30% nylon silk. It is not the real silk spun by ice silkworms, but just
A kind of name.
But what was in front of me was different.
"You must take good care of it and raise it well. All the ice silkworms will be used for breeding and raised separately." Haitang Qian warned her and gave it to the mute girl. She felt relieved.