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Chapter 65: Techniques for Reporting Work Results

"Nothing happened at first. Suddenly Qiao Yu said that Queen Jiang had escaped from the palace privately. King Zhou was furious and ordered her to be captured and punished. Later, when we got to her, it was already late at night. We were afraid that King Zhou was going to explode. I didn't dare to go back, so I had to go to Queen Jiang's natal home," Xiao Ling was very resentful.

Think about it, even though the so-called palace is not as comfortable as Home Inn, but in this space, it is already the best place to live.

Hearing Qiao Yu's words, Zhao Chengping's eyes lit up: "Then Qiao Yu is here too?"

"Tch!" Xiao Ling rolled her eyes in disdain, "I'm just thinking about Qiao Yu, she's sleeping now, should I call her?"

Zhao Chengping quickly waved his hand: "No, no, no, no, it's so late at night, she must have had a hard journey, let her sleep well."

"Huh? What about me?" Xiao Ling pointed at himself dissatisfied.

Suddenly realizing that he had said the wrong thing, Zhao Chengping hastened to make amends: "You are different from her, all of you who engage in architectural design are social elites, if someone as important as you sleeps for too long, the whole society. The modernization process of Yiyi will be affected. Have you asked Queen Jiang why she left the palace without permission?"

Xiao Ling curled her lips: "I asked, but for some reason her voice is hoarse, and we don't understand any of the words written, so we can't communicate at all."

"I'm hoarse, someone must have tampered with it," Zhao Chengping said with a frown.

Xiao Ling yawned: "Can you say something useful? Who doesn't know that someone must have tampered with it."

Seeing her languid expression, Zhao Chengping smiled: "I see you are sleepy, go to sleep first."

At this time, the east was already pale, and Zhao Chengping keenly heard that there were people, many of them, running towards here. He strode out the door, and sure enough, there were two or thirty people, holding sticks in their hands, running towards here. Come on, the leader is wearing an official uniform, and someone beside him pointed at Zhao Chengping: "That's him!"

The man in official uniform yelled and asked: "Where are these unruly people coming from! How dare you act wild here!"

Zhao Chengping raised his eyebrows and was about to step forward, but Xiao Ling stopped him: "Don't."

"Don't worry, I don't pay attention to these people." Zhao Chengping glanced at these people coldly. In this world where magic can be used, ordinary people with only sticks in their hands have no chance of winning.

Xiao Ling shook his head: "You beat him, who will pay me?"

"Ah?" Zhao Chengping couldn't react immediately, "Didn't you be kidnapped here? Why, you still have wages?"

Xiao Ling smiled "hehe": "Originally, Qiao Yu wanted to go deep into the tiger's den to interview the abducted women, so she asked me to accompany Queen Jiang in the village. Queen Jiang said that this territory was under the jurisdiction of her father, and she would give her father something Bohou sent the letter, and then said that he was worried that something happened to the previous girl, and he wanted to go and see her."

"Miss Xiao, do you know him?" the man in official uniform asked.

Xiao Ling nodded, and pulled Zhao Chengping: "Don't look at him like this, he is the national teacher handpicked by the king, and he is authorized to walk around in the land of merchants. No matter where he goes, he can eat and drink for nothing."

"Hey..." Although the last four words Xiao Ling said were indeed a right given to him by King Zhou, he had never used them before, and felt extremely strange when they came out of Xiao Ling's mouth.

"Hey, I don't know what official title this is, what's his name?" Zhao Chengping asked politely.

The official quickly said: "It's okay, you all go away."

The men holding wooden sticks behind them left separately.

The official stepped forward to salute and said: "My lord, I'm going to weave He Yunfeng in Nanchao."

"A man in charge of weaving actually started a human trafficking business." Zhao Chengping looked at him meaningfully.

He Yunfeng sighed, "It's really helpless."

Nanchao has always planted mulberry and raised silkworms, and the silk weaving industry is also very developed. Since the establishment of the Tang Dynasty, it has been paying tribute to the kings of Shang Dynasty.

Originally, Mrs. Tai was weaving and paying tribute step by step, and King Zhou didn't have any special requirements, but somehow, he suddenly invented a strange weaving technology, and the silk we woven was thinner and more elegant than before. Not only that, the cloth pattern is a hexagonal snowflake pattern, which looks like snowflakes falling on the cloth when it is illuminated by light.

What's even more strange is that on the night of the full moon, those snowflake-shaped jacquard patterns will still shine brightly under the moon. From a distance, they look like light snow lingering, showing more agility.

This kind of cloth beauty is beautiful, but it takes a lot of effort. At that time, 160 Weaver Girls were busy day and night, and they could only make a section as long as their little fingers every day. After a year of continuous weaving, it was only enough to make a outer robe. The master weaver presented the robe to King Zhou, who was overjoyed to see it and rewarded him with countless treasures.

"It doesn't sound like the beginning of a good thing." Zhao Chengping remembered why the emperors of the Qing Dynasty couldn't eat seasonal food, because they were afraid that the emperor would get addicted to eating, so they would eat it regardless of the season.

The former weaving did this, he was successful and famous, but he made his successor miserable.

Xiao Ling then said: "Yes, that robe was later awarded to Queen Jiang, and Queen Jiang only wore it once or twice at important ceremonies, but Daji saw it, and Daji cried and said that she would also wear it. One thing, as you know, now Daji is King Zhou's favorite, so he ordered that whatever weaves be spun to be exactly the same."

"Then let's spin it. Fortunately, the skill will not be lost in such a short period of time." Zhao Chengping only felt that it was a lot of work, but if he was willing to pay the price, it would be fine.

He Yunfeng sighed: "Before I took office, the Dongyi rebels came over. The former weaver died in the rebellion, and the warehouse where the jacquard boards were kept was burned. Even the Weaver Girl who participated in the weaving at that time disappeared. I found one, but the craftsmanship is too complicated, and she only remembers a rough idea without the jacquard board.”

So He Yunfeng came up with a stupid way to recruit a large number of ingenious women, keep trying, maybe they can deliver the goods within the time limit, which is better than doing nothing and just waiting to die.

After the war in Nanchao, the population had already withered, and there were not enough people, so they went to other places to look for them. Which of the young girls would be willing to leave their hometowns and go to this unfamiliar place.

"Seeing that the deadline is approaching, I really have no choice, so I have to find a way to buy people. I pay for the food and clothing of these girls. I rotate four shifts a day, and I haven't abused them. "He Yunfeng himself knew that this matter was disgraceful, and his anxious expression was mixed with guilt.

"I've made an arrangement. If I really can't pay it by then, the king will decree to take my life. Once I die, someone will pay these girls travel expenses and send them home."

Zhao Chengping looked back at the girls. They looked really good and didn't look like they were overworked. He said, "You have thought carefully. Okay, let me help you think of a solution."

"Master Guoshi can still weave?" He Yunfeng opened his eyes wide.

"Isn't that robe belonged to Queen Jiang? Does she still remember?" Zhao Chengping turned his head and asked Xiao Ling.

Xiao Ling shook her head: "Queen Jiang is the daughter of a general, and she is always in charge of important affairs in the harem. She really has never cared about the female red needlework. She can only see that the cloth being woven is wrong, and she doesn't know how to weave it."

"I'll ask her." Zhao Chengping smiled confidently.

(End of this chapter)