I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

Yi Xin told Yin Xuan the news, and after learning that he still only needed to take care of the field and send some cotton over tomorrow by the way, without doing anything else, he rushed back to the field in a hurry.

After taking care of it for more than half a year, I can't let it all go to waste when it is about to harvest.

After getting the news, Yin Xuan looked at the little girls with a smile.

This look made them uncomfortable for a while.

There is a feeling like the prey is being watched by the hunter.

"Brother Zhengyang, why are you looking at us like this?" Changsun Min shuddered, but he couldn't hold back and opened his mouth, breaking the little game between Yin Xuan and them staring at each other to see who would speak first.

Yin Xuan waved his hand, and said to Li Lizhi, "Do you still remember those cotton seeds I asked you for in the beginning of spring?"

Li Lizhi nodded.

At that time, she was taken aback by asking for such a large amount.

"It's about to bloom now." Seeing that she still remembered, Yin Xuan continued.

Li Lizhi counted with her fingers, and the flowering period was indeed almost here.

"I told you that I planted cotton not just for viewing, so it's time to make some preparations." Yin Xuan stood up, went to sit among them.

Li Shu asked, "Brother Zhengyang, what are you going to do with those things?"

Yin Xuan smiled slightly and said softly: "Actually, cotton, like silk, is a material that can be spun."

"The cloth it weaves is thicker than silk and tougher than linen. It is a good thermal insulation material in winter."

"Moreover, if it is used as a filling for a quilt, it will keep warmer than catkins and reeds."

The little girls blinked.

Fang Yiyu raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

The other little girls are ignorant and do not understand the importance of keeping warm—they have lived a good life since they were young, and have never experienced the feeling of being frozen. In fact, for them, Chang'an is so snowy and shivering from the cold. , It will not make them uncomfortable, but it is a very novel experience.

Fang Yiyu was different from them.

Although she has never lived in poverty, she has to be more mature. Following behind her father, she knows how difficult it is for ordinary people to keep warm.

Cotton is not a difficult plant to take care of.

If this can really be promoted, it can really be regarded as a merit.

Yin Xuan ignored the different expressions on their faces and continued: "It's just that it needs some treatment. I'll ask Yi Xin to send some over tomorrow."

"For experimentation, get out the loom."

In an era without an industrial foundation, there may be a difference of tens or even hundreds of years between a thing being developed and a thing being used.

Cotton has existed in China for a long time, but it was only in the late Song Dynasty that it was used. It was not until the Yuan and Ming Dynasties that it developed into an industry and truly changed life.

spanning nearly a millennium.

The promotion of cotton utilization is due to the economic advantages of the Song Dynasty, and the promotion of cotton as an industry must be attributed to one person, one woman-Huang Daopo.

She improved textile technology and promoted the development of the entire textile industry.

Therefore, if you want to promote cotton as a plant, technological reform is the first element. For this reason, Yin Xuan can use some cotton that has not yet grown well.

"I have the weaving machine at home!" Changsun Min raised his hand and said loudly, "Brother Zhengyang, if you want it, I'll have someone move it for you."

Her mother likes to weave at home, and there is one in the house. In the past, she would weave in the house to pass the time.

Yin Xuan shook his head: "That won't work, it's too inefficient for the majority to support the things made by the few."

Fang Yiyu felt that she had been stabbed in the heart.

How dare you say such words.

It's not that Yin Xuan dislikes it, it's that the efficiency is really low - how low is it?A textile machine is at the same time, and the textile machine and the loom are two different things.

Fortunately for the loom, the spinning machine can only spin one thread at a time.

There is only one thread!
And how many threads does it take to weave a piece of cloth?
This is also the reason why the price of cloth is so high-labor cost and time cost are placed here. If these factors are calculated, silk or linen can be regarded as a luxury.

The little girls nodded and clenched their fists. They were full of determination.

They just got the cement out, now is the time when they are full of confidence.

"Let me tell you the requirements." Yin Xuan tapped lightly on the table, "It seems that the current textile machine still has one spindle? Try to improve it to five spindles and reach the limit of manpower."

As he spoke, Yin Xuan raised his second finger.

"That's the first goal."

"When that's done, you try to move on to the second goal, the big water-powered loom."

Yin Xuan doesn't understand textile machines.

But he is very clear that the two goals he proposed are actually not harsh. The first goal was accomplished by Huang Daopo. She, a woman from a poor family, can do things. I didn't expect these few... um .Under the guidance of Li Shu and Fang Yiyu, two clever little girls, it may be difficult to complete, but it is not impossible.

As for the second goal, it is also a fact.

After Huang Daopo improved the textile machine, textile became an industry. Not long after the Song and Yuan Dynasties, this kind of hydraulic textile machine came into being, and the productivity increased at least dozens of times.

With such a fact, Yin Xuan can also put forward these demands with confidence.

The little girls nodded heavily and patted their chests, the mountains and rivers were undulating, full of confidence.

They didn't ask Yin Xuan how to know about the textile machine - they knew Yin Xuan's routines, so they let themselves figure it out.And they didn't expect Yin Xuan, a big man, to know anything about weaving.

It's like mother-in-law, bah, brother Zhengyang's mother can't weave either.

The transformation of the loom was more difficult than they thought.

The most important thing is that they don't know how to use this thing.When a group of little girls looked at the thing like a small windmill in front of them at night, everyone was a little numb.

How to use this thing?
Eyes wide open.

No one will use this thing.

None of the maids know how to use this thing—they have never learned it, who would learn this thing among serious maids.

The little girls pondered all night, and the spinning machine was torn apart by them, and they still haven't figured out how to use it.

"I'll go back and ask my mother." The eldest grandson sighed, still holding the handle in his hand, "My mother usually weaves in the house, and she knows how to use these things."