Xiangjiang giants

Chapter 351
Si's proposal was approved by everyone, logically speaking, the mysterious world is the best.There are no wars or dynasty changes here, but the problem is that human life is limited. If you want to build a silk base, you must ensure that those embroiderers are passed on from generation to generation.An Yifei didn't want the mysterious world to become so bustling, after all, it was a paradise-like place.

"Being able to grow mulberry and maintain peace for a long time, there is no place suitable except for the mysterious world. Even the Zhou Dynasty, which lasted the longest, was only more than 800 years old." Cai Yan, who is already familiar with ancient and modern history, frowned , like other women, couldn't think of a more suitable place than the mysterious world.

Heitan's voice echoed in An Yifei's mind, "Master, have you forgotten the underwater city? I can complete the construction of the underwater city near Zhongzhou Island ahead of schedule and build this Sangma base. Come out. Although technology cannot replace human embroidery, it can imitate the perfect natural environment and provide the best growth environment for mulberry trees and silkworm babies.”

"Well", An Yifei secretly blamed himself for not thinking of this aspect, and relayed Heitan's words to everyone.

"Hey, yes, why did you forget that there are such wonderful places as underwater cities?" Si tapped on her forehead lightly, "Then, there is only one question left. Everyone has read a lot of history, and in which era do you think Silk quality and workmanship is the best?"

Now, it aroused controversy among the people. Of course, Huo Mei, Xiao Qiao, etc. who were born in the Han Dynasty all believed that the silk of their era was the best; while Li Jilan and Xiao Luoli Yuhuan insisted that the silk of the Tang Dynasty was the best.A group of beauties were chattering, An Yifei didn't bother to care about them, and walked to the terrace with his hands behind his back, recalling countless dark histories in ancient history.

"I'm not God. Even if I save people in one of the parallel worlds, I can't change the historical development of other worlds. Countless alien invasions destroyed brilliant civilizations, and they were reborn again and again. The previous 'tours' were basically Go to the era of peace. This time, it's time to save people, so who is the most worthy of saving?"

Contrary to other technologies, embroidery, porcelain manufacturing, etc., are constantly improving with the development of history. The Southern Song Dynasty before the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty and Suzhou weaving before the Qing Dynasty were the peak periods of these crafts.The once glorious ancient Shu embroidery basically disappeared after the Mengrenchuan massacre.An Yifei wanted to save all these.

Si did not participate in the debate, walked up to him, and after asking clearly, "Then go to the Southern Song Dynasty. If you can't save everything, just select some of them, whether it is Shu embroidery or Suzhou embroidery, and bring some back. Let the world see the once splendid embroidery. civilization"

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"Xiangyang was destroyed and the city was brutally massacred..." An Yifei and the others looked at the anxious Song people around them with complicated emotions. Their spirits were obviously much worse than those of their ancestors.

"What happened to these Wu people?" Whether it was Mao Qiang in the Spring and Autumn Period, or Yu Ji, Xiao Qiao, they all looked at the people running around in the street in disappointment.Their general height is much lower than that of their own age, not to mention 180 centimeters, men over 170 centimeters are rare, and almost all of them look cowardly.

Yu Ji muttered dejectedly, "This is the birthplace of the Overlord. Have the children of Jiangdong been harmed by the Neo-Confucianism you mentioned?"

An Yifei nodded, without speaking, looking at the men in uniforms on the street, and most of their pale faces, "Not only Confucianism, but also parasitic on the tree of Chinese culture, absorbing nutrients, The bald donkey religion that makes its body weaker and weaker. Confucianism swarms up strong men to die..."

Si noticed a few scholars with firm faces on the street, and knew that these men must be thinking desperately, so she shook her head, "What's the use of having such a weak body, just having a passion for it?"

"Let's go, now you should understand why I said that Liu Che is a sinner through the ages. If Huaxia has always respected Huang Lao's learning, it will not be reduced to this." An Yifei shook his head, and walked along the bluestone road first. It is a large workshop of "embroidery workshop".

The Southern Song Dynasty was a deformed child of economy and culture. After taking up Confucianism and becoming a vassal of the Kingdom of Jin, the folks developed their economy and culture like an apocalyptic carnival. level of production value.

In the economically developed Nanzong, workshops for intensive production have already appeared, such as textiles, embroidery, ceramics, etc., travel to and from Japan and other places by sea boats, as far as Arabia.Like a little fat sheep that is constantly raising meat, it finally led to the end of being brutally slaughtered by wolves.

The streets are very clean, and the surrounding buildings have already abandoned the Tang style of the Northern Song Dynasty, and are close to the "ancient dwellings" of later generations. The high walls show the extreme lack of confidence in the men's hearts and their pursuit of the stability of a small family.Small bridges and flowing water, high walls and deep walls, the layout already has a strong sense of Neo Confucianism.

"There is still a little Tang style left, look at that building", when Li Jilan was around these beauties, she seldom talked, and finally couldn't help pointing at a building by the creek in the distance, as if meeting someone old friend feeling.

"That building has been around for some years, and it should have been built in the Northern Song Dynasty. Unfortunately, it will soon disappear in the flames of war." An Yifei looked at the building with a strong Tang style and shook his head, then continued to walk towards the " Embroidery workshop".

In the distance, everyone finally saw a strong man, slightly shorter than An Yifei, with thick muscles.Seeing them approaching, he yelled: "Let's go, take the women and hide in the countryside, don't come looking for work", which made everyone's goodwill towards him soar.

"Brother, is this an embroidery workshop?" An Yifei didn't stop his steps, and walked up to the strong man with girls, big and small, all wearing masks, and asked.

"Yes, brother. Take the women and go. Tartars are inhumane. You are not deaf. You should have heard the words of those fleeing from Jiangbei. Murder and arson are all kinds of crimes. Your accent is from Lin'an Mansion. Right? This is Sajia’s embroidery workshop, and the embroiderers have been dismissed.”

Li Jilan couldn't help asking with a similar accent: "Dalang, why don't you run away?" She was born in Wu County, and her accent was not much different from that of Shaoxing Prefecture.

"I can't go. There are a few embroiderers who are delayed at home and haven't come to the workshop a few days ago. You know that we are in a mountainous area, and the news is not good. The Mongols will come in at most ten days. I have to remind them to hide in the mountains. "

The man's honesty is fully revealed from his words.An Yifei asked: "Brother, I want to ask, is there anyone in your embroidery workshop who is particularly skilled? I can take her and her family to leave together and go to... a paradise to escape the chaos of war"

Only then did he look at An Yifei with surprise on his face, his temperament had an indescribable intimacy.Feeling that it was fake, the man rushed to the house not far away and shouted: "My dear, bring out the latest embroidered horse."

Far away, a beautiful woman came out of the house, which caught everyone's eyes. After the man noticed, "Ha, this is my wife, she is beautiful, right? She comes from a scholarly family, everyone, don't underestimate me, My grandfather was also a county lieutenant."

Everyone smiled, ignoring this naughty guy, staring at the woman who was approaching and the piece of silk she was holding in her hand.

"Beautiful", after Si and Mao Qiang took it, when they opened it, everyone seemed to be in a garden. On the white silk, there were lifelike peonies, butterflies, etc., which merged with the silk itself.Looking at the stitches, the embroiderer's heart is thinner than a hair.

Regardless of his wife's eyes, the man said in a rough voice: "My wife is a famous number one embroiderer in Shaoxing Prefecture, and everything she embroidered with her own hands is very popular. Someone once exchanged a piece of silk for five war horses." "

An Yifei understood that in the Southern Song Dynasty, it was a great thing to get five war horses.Even in my own era, the price of an ordinary horse was higher than that of a car, let alone a war horse.

Si waited for ancient women to know how valuable war horses are. Hearing the words, "Oh", Li Jilan saw a few girls approaching in the distance, "Hey, Dalang, are you talking about them?"

The man took a look and nodded: "Yes, the leader is Qingqing. The three of them are cousins ​​and apprentices of my wife's family. Qingqing's father just passed away, and he came back to deal with the funeral. The three sisters will be orphans from now on. ", then turned around and asked, "Brother, there really is a paradise, how about we go with you?"

"Of course, pack it up quickly, we have to go to other places. Then, you will understand." After An Yifei finished speaking, Si and the others helped the woman pack up the supplies in the embroidery workshop.After returning, Qingqing and others also began to help.

These people came to their senses after many things disappeared like magic.Ancient people quickly accepted the theory of gods and monsters, and they completely believed in An Yifei's theory of "Xanadu".

While Si was taking the women to pack up the supplies, An Yifei and the man were dealing with a few mulberry trees nearby, "Brother Fei, this is what my father planted, and it is the best seedling he can find, my dear." The silk that Xiuniang uses for embroidery is spit out by silkworms that grew up on these mulberry leaves. Half of her first embroidery is due to these mulberry trees.”

After in-depth understanding, An Yifei knew that this man's name was Zhou Chengyi, and his wife's name was Wu Xiuniang.The embroidery workshop we run is a double meaning.

There weren't many things in the embroidery workshop, and it didn't take much effort to install the star ring. Si quickly finished the work with the women and came to the two men.

"Stop, I can't dig like this, let me do it." After stopping An Yifei from pulling the mulberry tree out of the ground, Si moved her hands together. After the light green gas appeared and wrapped around a few mulberry trees, the plants seemed to be It is alive, just like human beings crawling out of the pit, after discarding a small part of the unnecessary root system, "climbing" to the side, and then fell there and did not move.

Even though they already knew that they were some "fairy" characters, Zhou Chengyi and the others still opened their mouths wide, unable to close them for a long time.

(End of this chapter)