Vol 3 Chapter 72: Great weaving era

Chapter 72 The Great Weaving Era
He Chou wanted to see how Yun Lang carried out his plan. Unexpectedly, Yun Lang did not go to Guo Jie. Instead, he called a large group of Qiang women living near the military camp to the military camp.
These women, and even all the Qiang people in the city, thought that the only role for these women to go to the barracks was to be bullied by those soldiers.
The crowds in the city are turbulent, and bullying women on a large scale will arouse public outrage wherever they are placed.
Seeing that the women entered the barracks under the of the army soldiers, countless red-eyed men stood outside the door. These Han people, even the sixty-year-old woman, did not let go.
The sad and angry men glanced at each other to form an alliance. I don't know which one yelled, and the rest of the men immediately clamored.
The guards did not care. Standing behind the horse, the spears had formed a gun forest, the crossbows had been opened, and the clusters of arrows flashing cold light gradually gave the sorrowful Qiang men some reason.
I don't know who started to sing a desolate Qiang people's song. The rest of the Qiang people sang along with them, whether they could sing or not.
"Sister Mei followed the wolf, and hopelessly returned to her hometown in this life ... Hahaha, Yunlang, you really are a wolf ..."
After hearing the songs of the Qiang people, Egghead laughed and fell, and didn't know why a person like him wouldn't have the meaning of being a little respectable.
Yun Lang frowned: "What kind of musical instrument will fix the dead tone. The Huns have no good days throughout the year. Most people live extremely lonely, so they will lengthen their tone and try to keep their voices in The time in the air is a little longer, so ah, as the voice is lengthened, the tone will naturally become distant and vicissitudes. It seems that there are countless words in the heart that can't be told, there is a kind of implicit beauty.
The Qiang people are even more miserable than the Huns. They live in either deserts or high mountains. They want to talk about their minds, do they have their own language, or do they teach them how to express their minds in the Han language.
So, no matter what rhyme they have, as long as they can be sung along with the song, it is a song, and the lyrics can be changed at any time. After all, it is not easy to create a rhythm with their ability.
do you know? At the beginning, the panache was not a musical instrument, but was used to scare the war horses so that they could run away, so the sharp voice can scare away the beasts, so the Qiang people are good players. "
He Chou froze for a while, grabbing Yun Lang and said: "You know that the old man in the military is not strange, the old man is just wondering why you even know such a strange thing? Are you Qiang?"
"You can rest assured that I am a Han, and the pure cannot be a pure Han anymore. If I were a Qiang, you would have died long ago."
"You killed the old man?"
Yun Lang sighed: "The difference between me and you is the enemy of thousands of people and the enemy of hundreds of people. Isn't the character like Xiang Yu dead?"
"You actually compare you with Liu Bang?"
Yun Lang froze for a moment, and looked at He Youyou: "After all, I am His Majesty's courtier, can you use the honorific title when referring to Emperor Taizuo Gao before me?"
He Chou said with a chuckle: "I only respect the contemporary emperor, and the dead have nothing to do with me! If it is the emperor, I have to be loyal, do I come over?
Yun Lang picked his thumbs and said, "You are the most domineering person I have ever seen!"
He Chou laughed indifferently: "So, His Majesty generally does not allow me to leave the palace. This time I came out. I didn't expect that just a few cubs would make the old man feel worthwhile."
Seeing the women crying and crying into the yard, Yun Lang no longer talked to He Chou indiscriminately. Instead, he approached a group of old ladies who walked in the forefront: "Today, I invite you to come, there is a camp to discuss with you To see if it works. "
An old woman headed by Li Shi coldly said: "The officials want to make all Qiang women into prostitutes, let anyone bully?"
Yun Lang shook his head helplessly: "Why do you think that? The Han is not a Xiongnu. The courtesy and honesty are the things we are most concerned about. Where is such a thing as the Hans can do!
It seems like a mother-in-law who has read a book. This is great. How about asking her mother-in-law to convey the policies of the Han Dynasty instead of a certain family? "
The old lady took a closer look at Yunlang and slowly said, "You should not look down on these stupid Qiang savage women like you.
What are your regulations? "
Yun Lang smiled bitterly: "Don't say that I don't have any thoughts about the women here, even the rest of the generals in the army, they don't have any thoughts. After all, there are beautiful wives and beautiful concubines in every family.
Please sit down and listen to me. "
Rows of stools were placed in the yard, and the women immediately surrounded the young women, and all the strange old ladies sat outside.
The egg head is almost laughing, and the ground is not enough to let him toss, this will have been on the roof.
Yun Lang took the sweater he knitted from his own soldiers and handed it to the old woman: "I don't know what my mother-in-law thinks about this kind of shirt."
The old lady took the shirt, shook it and looked at it, frowning: "Barrel-like clothes? Huh? It's made of wool? Is it the same technique as a blanket?"
Yun Lang said with a smile: "It looks rude, in fact, it is the most warmth, but mother-in-law may wish to try upper body, we will talk about it after trying."
The old lady tried it twice and didn't know how to wear it. Yun Lang had to get started. Helping the old lady to get over her head, the sweater was not too big. Yun Lang was woven according to the size of the later generations. Very generous.
"Somewhat big," Yun Lang frowned.
The old lady seemed very happy, constantly touching the white sweater, said: "Good clothes, the general wants us to knit such a barrel coat together?"
The rest of the women listened to the old lady saying this, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, and some of the more courageous old ladies also gathered around, pulling the sweater on the old lady's body and chattering nonstop.
Seeing that these women were interested in sweaters, Yun Lang sat on the stool with a smile and watched them discuss.
The Han people do not wear such clothes. The Han people have very strict requirements for dressing. As long as they don't wear the right clothes, they will be reprimanded as barbarians.
In Chang'an, everyone didn't wear underwear. After Yun Lang got the underwear, he only dared to try it in a small area. Even so, some unscrupulous guys were scolded when holding their underwear to honor their elders.
As for the sweater? Especially woolen sweaters, these things are stuffed on the body, keeping warm is warm, no matter how you look, they are savages ... So, there can be no market in Dahan, even cardigan sweaters are not good!
The barbarians are not so particular, after all, as long as they can keep warm and not freeze to death, it is a good thing.
Yun Lang waited for a full time of incense, these women were quiet, and the old lady led by her took off her sweater, folded it, and placed it on the table in front of Yun Lang: "This kind of thing can be done. It is better to weave than carpet. Some ~ EbookFREE.me ~ It's just that not all looms are available in every household. "
Yun Lang smiled and said: "If Shou Jiangcheng wants to become a rich land, he must have his own output. Sweaters are one of them.
As for the loom you mentioned, it is not necessary when weaving a sweater. You see, I knitted this sweater with these four thin sticks. "
The old lady took four wooden sticks and looked at Yun Lang suspiciously: "An official can also produce such fine hair?"
Yun Lang nodded, took the sweater sign, and immediately started knitting with the ball of wool placed on the table.
The Qiang man outside the barracks was a little self-absorbed by his new song. The noise became louder and louder. Someone had already entered the shooting range of the crossbow arrows fearlessly.
Yun Lang listened to the soldier ’s report and frowned at the old woman who was watching his knitted sweater with full attention: "You ask the woman here, who is unwilling to learn this craft, so you can leave, Lest the men in their family be shot by crossbow arrows. "
The old lady patted her thigh bitterly, and asked the soldiers to lead her out. After Yunlang's permission, the old lady was taken away by the soldiers.
The old lady was a wise man. She did not announce Yun Lang to the rest of the women, and was prepared to go out and calm down.
What she saw was that a handsome and noble official would not be able to take a fancy to their group of women, and she would not be idle to tease them.
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