Li Xiaonan and Wan Qing chatted happily, and they didn’t even feel that the car had stopped.
"Miss Wanqing, here we are."
When Shi Gun shouted, Li Xiaonan and Wan Qing, who were busy gossiping, were startled.
Li Xiaonan was close to the car door, turned around and rushed out of the car.
"I'll get off first!" Wan Qing grabbed Li Xiaonan, smoothed her skirt twice, straightened 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 off.
Li Xiaonan stepped on the pedal and came down, facing Gu Yan's sideways glance, she wanted to laugh, but she quickly held it back.
Gu Yan looked from Li Xiaonan, who was smiling, to Wan Qing, who was well-behaved, then back to Li Xiaonan, put 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 greet him outside the gate.
Li Xiaonan stood close to Wan Qing and asked quietly: "Does this weaving workshop belong to your family?"
"No. Stop talking!" Wan Qing tried not to move her lips.
Zhou Langzhong, the general manager of Pingjiang Weaving Department, hurried forward to greet him.
Gu Yan kept walking, raised his folding fan, and signaled to Mr. Zhou that there was no need to be polite, "I happened to be passing by, so I stopped by to take a look. Don't disturb everyone, just stay with me, and let them go back to their errands."
"Yes." Mr. Zhou bowed respectfully and agreed. He turned around and told everyone to go back and do their errands. He bowed slightly and followed Gu Yan.
"How many people are there in Pingjiang Weaving Factory? How many weavers are there?" Gu Yan shook his folding fan and looked here and there, looking bored and lazy.
"There are more than 45,800 people in total, and there are 34,330 weavers in total, including..."
"There are more than 40,000 people, only 30,000 weavers! Who are the remaining more than 10,000 people? Are there so many officials like you?" Gu Yan paused in surprise.
"No, no!"
Zhou Langzhong was nervous and dumbfounded by Gu Yan's words, so he quickly explained.
"Thirty-four thousand weavers require more than 30,000 looms. These looms need to be repaired and maintained, requiring many carpenters, blacksmiths and other craftsmen. The inside and outside of the machine room must be cleaned and scrubbed, and the weavers have to eat two meals in the weaving workshop.
, there are a total of seventeen large and small kitchens, with a total number of employees..."
"So that's it." Gu Yan interrupted Zhou Langzhong again and pointed to the weaving workshop in front of him, "Go in and have a look."
"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.
This weaving workshop is very similar to a later factory building. It is five to six feet long and three to four feet wide. It is taller than a two-story building. There are windows as high as a person on the wall. The window panes are inlaid with yellowish transparent materials, reflecting the reflection.
When exposed to light, it looks like pieces of yellowish inferior glass.
"That one!" Li Xiaonan was so surprised that she kept patting Wan Qing.
"That's Mingwa! Stop talking!" Wan Qing glared at Li Xiaonan.
"Wa?" Li Xiaonan was a little confused.
Aren’t tiles placed on the roof?
"After boiling the horns of cows and sheep, and then pressing them into thin sheets, they are called Ming Tile. Have you never seen it?" Gu Yan paused and glanced sideways at Li Xiaonan.
"Oh, it turns out it's almost the same as a horn lantern." Li Xiaonan was a little disappointed.
It’s not glass!
Doctor Zhou looked at his nose and heart with his middle eyes, his ears straightened, and his eyes not squinting.
This prince is infatuated with the little girl from the Li family in Yueyang Preserved Egg, and everyone in Pingjiang City knows about it.
Throughout the Spring Festival this year, this matter was the only hot topic in Pingjiang City.
Well, it is exactly what Liu Fuyin said, the prince is not obsessed with beauty, he is interested in seeing this little girl's stupid and ignorant look.
He also thinks that this little Ni'er is interesting and lovable, with bright eyes and a face of happiness. Well, her scholar brother also has a face of happiness.
President Dong Shan from Fu Xue was full of praise for her scholar brother.
Chief Dong Shan said: Ever since he heard that the prince liked this little girl, he felt that he had to give that Li Xuedong an outstanding achievement.
Director Dong Shan said that he was very worried for a few days at the beginning, worried that Li Xuedong would write and earn money everywhere and miss too many classes. When the time came, the outstanding outstanding student he gave would be discussed. Unexpectedly, Li Xuedong never missed a single class.
, arrive at home to study first every day, just hard work can give you excellence!
I was so happy that whenever Dong Shan mentioned Li Xuedong, he would definitely add the sentence "Li Xuedong is polite and sensible."
This little Ni'er has such a relationship with the prince. From now on, unless Prince Rui's palace falls, no one will be able to offend this family.
Prince Rui's Mansion is separated from the country. If Prince Rui's Mansion falls, unless there is a change of dynasty...
Doctor Zhou has always been known for his quick thinking. In the blink of an eye, he thought about changing the dynasty 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 more than two feet long. A neat woman is sitting on the loom, singing a song, using her hands and feet, and the colorful silk threads rise and fall like a waterfall.
, the woman sitting under the loom stepped on the pedals alternately with her feet, throwing the shuttle quickly.
Next to the huge loom, dozens of flower heddle looms are neatly lined up, the pedals make a rapid sound, and the shuttle threads are flying.
Li Xiaonan didn't look at the flower heddle looms, her eyes were fixed on the flower pullers and weavers on the huge looms, and she was dumbfounded.
The last time she was shocked by the exquisite craftsmanship was at the Silk Museum, watching the demonstration of an embroidery girl splitting a thin silk thread into two strands, four strands, eight strands... until it was split into one hundred and twenty strands.
The shock of that time was like the brightness of a pearl compared to the bright moon!
"Is this the imported material?" Gu Yan shook his folding fan and asked casually.
"This is the goods from the Customs and Excise Department. The materials are imported from No. 8 and No. 9 Weaving Mills." Mr. Zhou leaned forward to answer.
Gu Yan hummed, looked at Li Xiaonan who was dumbfounded, took two steps forward, stood beside Li Xiaonan, and tapped Li Xiaonan's shoulder with a folding fan, "What are they singing?"
"Huh? I don't know." Li Xiaonan answered casually.
Gu Yan held Li Xiaonan sideways and nodded again with the folding fan, "They are not singing in Wu dialect? You don't understand Wu dialect anymore?"
"What song did they sing?" Li Xiaonan turned to ask Wan Qing.
"It's called the Elegy Song. They made it up themselves. As long as they can understand it." Wan Qing stood upright and answered politely.
"Elegy song." Li Xiaonan glanced at Gu Yan and answered.
Gu Yan looked up at the flower-carrying worker with flying fingers and ignored Li Xiaonan.
"Have you seen it up there?" Li Xiaonan took a step towards Wan Qing and asked.
Wan Qing glared hard at Li Xiaonan and ignored her.
"You want to go up and have a look? How about we try and knit a piece? I think it's not that difficult." Gu Yan was very interested.
Doctor Zhou was shocked.
This piece of damask is more than half woven. If this person goes up and pulls a few handfuls, the piece of damask will be useless!
"The loom in No. 2 Weaving Mill has just been put on thread. The official said that No. 2 Weaving Mill is more interesting than this one." Doctor Zhou interrupted with a smile.
Li Xiaonan looked at Langzhong Zhou, and then at Gu Yan. Gu Yan met her gaze and pursed his lips at Langzhong Zhou, "He is afraid that we will damage his brocade."
"No, no..." Mr. Zhou was almost sweating.
"Is there any way to go up and have a look without disturbing others?" Li Xiaonan asked Wan Qing.
"That's not a ladder!" Wan Qing gritted her teeth and replied in a suppressed voice.
Can't she just stop talking to her!
"Yes, yes! Miss Li wants to see, there is a ladder there, I'll go and move the ladder for Miss Li!" Doctor Zhou picked up the front of the bag, tucked it into his belt, and rushed over to move the ladder.
Li Xiaonan turned her head slightly and looked at Zhou Langzhong, who was moving the ladder vigorously, and then at Gu Yan, who was swinging the folding fan.
Why does she feel like she is following an ignorant second-generation dude who bullies men and dominates women?
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The weavers and weavers of the heddle lifting machine need strong coordination. The weavers control the rhythm and direct the movements. The elegiac song can be compared to the boatman's chant, which is not for entertainment, but to coordinate the rhythm and command. p>
