Chapter 631 Bai Diezi

"The grass is as solid as a cocoon, and the silk in the cocoon is as thin as a croaker, and it is called a white fold."

"Bang!"

With a small sound, the book in Liu Yi's hand fell on the table. The name on the cover of the book cover was the "Book of Liang" that was just compiled two years ago. The location where Liu Yi looked at was exactly the page in "Book of Liang. Biography of Gaochang".

"It's as solid as a cocoon, and the silk in the cocoon is like a thin crock, called a white fold. Most Chinese people use weaves to make cloth. The cloth is very soft and white, so it's used in the market." Unsure, Liu Yiu read it softly again, and his face gradually showed a look of ecstasy. At the same time, he felt a little disbelief in his heart. Why did this plant already exist in the Tang Dynasty?

Well, according to this "Book of Liang", did the plants called Baidiezi have been planted by Gaochang people before the Sui and Tang Dynasties?

Unexpectedly, it gave people infinite surprises. Unexpectedly, when he was bored and flipping through history books at home, he could make such a big discovery.

The white folded seeds are as white as cocoons and silk as thin as squids. Isn’t it the ancient name of cotton that an old agriculture professor once said?

Cotton, white folds, and Liu Yi's minds have been forgotten and vague memories have emerged again due to the passing of time. An old man named Li who prefers ancient history will occasionally squirt in the classroom, and talk about the brief history of various agriculture, the ancient name of crops, the origin of crops, the role of crops, and countless things. Because they are not very important and cannot be used as test questions, most of them don't remember them very much. The only thing I remember clearly is that in this old man's class, people always feel sleepy.

The fruit is like a silkworm cocoon, and there are thin threads in the cocoon like a crock. In addition to the white stack that the old man said, will this be another thing besides cotton?

Liu Yi couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Why didn't he listen carefully in Old Man Li's class and missed a lot of things that are very important to him now, so that he was able to discover this "secret". It was not until now that he realized that there were records of cotton crops as early as the Tang Dynasty, and there were already cotton.

"Husband, what's wrong?" Seeing that his husband was facing a book, he was happy and worried, Zhang Chuchu was worried, so he came over with a cup of tea and asked softly.

"Haha, nothing, I just remembered some past events," he reached out to take the tea bowl handed over by Chuchu, handed it to his mouth and pursed it. Liu Yi smiled warmly and pointed to the "Shu Liang" on the table, and said to Zhang Chuchu with a loud voice: "Madam, please read it. For your husband, you have discovered an interesting thing in this book."

"Oh? What can make my husband so happy?" Curiously following the husband's point, Zhang Chuchu also whispered and casually recited the words contained in the book: "In Gaochang, people are ready to plant nine grains, and people eat more croakers and beef. Good horses, porcelain wine, stone salt. There are many plants and trees, and the grass is solid like a cocoon. The silk in the cocoon is like a thin croaker, which is called white croaker. People in the Chinese often use weaving to make cloth. The cloth is very soft and white, so they are used in the market."

"These are mostly specialties of Gaochang, and many things are circulated in the country, and there are not many strange things. I wonder if your husband is this?" Seeing the things contained in the book, Zhang Chuchu turned his head strangely to look at Liu Yi. Horses are not as good as Yili, wine is not as good as "three bowls but not the hill", cloth is not as good as silk, and those salt and stone objects are even more common. I wonder why your husband is so interested in them?

"Uh?" This time it was Liu Yi's turn to start to be surprised. He put the tea bowl in his hand, pointed at the 'white fold', and asked his wife with a voice: "This white fold can be weaved in silk, but it is also a good business. Why is there no plant in my Tang Dynasty?"

Although cotton is not as good as silk, it is better in its output and most of its use. Since someone can make it into cloth, why are there few experiences in the market of the Tang Dynasty? It has been nearly two years since it came to the Tang Dynasty, why hasn’t even heard of it?

"I know a little about these," said Zhang Chuchu, sitting beside his husband, carefully answering his husband: "Although white folds can also be weaved into silk, they are not easy to weave silk, and are mostly disliked by people, and are far less than hemp. Silkworms are simple and easy to see. Therefore, few farmers in the country are willing to do this difficult but have no good things."

"Oh, that's it," Liu Yi nodded slightly, and immediately understood the key point.

To put it bluntly, it is still a problem of craftsmanship. Although there was cotton in the Tang Dynasty, it was difficult for the failure to make good use of the cotton production process. It could not weave decent cloth and could not sell at a suitable price. As a result, cotton cloth woven by the civil method was not as good as cotton cloth and lacked economic benefits and no one cared about it.

"Xiaoyi, go to the study to get some pens and ink!" After thinking about some of the stories, Liu Yi's mouth smiled, then picked up the tea bowl on the table and put it on, and said comfortably to Xiaoyi, who was serving on the side. After Xiaoyiyi's voice stepped down, she turned her head and said to her wife, "There are a big holiday in the palace these days. I have time tomorrow. I want to go back to the old house of Sanyuan. My wife and Baoer will go with her husband at that time."

In the past few days, the matter of Quan Wanji will definitely cause storms in the city, and everyone's eyes will inevitably be gathered together by him. The prince killed his master and the King of Qi rebelled. In any aspect, it is a big deal. It is inevitable that any major sensation will be caused. Taking advantage of this time to quietly return to his hometown in Sanyuan, it is the most suitable time.

"Really, really, husband?" The voice trembled slightly, and Zhang Chuchu's little hand couldn't help but hold Liu Yi's sleeve, his expression uncontrollably. After returning to Chang'an for so long, Chuchu dreamed that she wanted to return to Sanyuan.

"Sanyuan County began in the pre-Qin period, and was named after the three places of Menghouyuan, Fengyuan and Bailuyuan. It is also a place where people are outstanding and powerful. When you come to Chang'an, there is no reason not to go to Sanyuan." After drinking the tea in the bowl, Liu Yi patted his wife's little hand and said softly: "From the beginning of the year to now, our family has been in Chang'an for more than half a year. Taking advantage of these days' leisure, we should take our wife out for a trip."

"Husband~!" Zhang Chuchu wrapped his arms around Liu Yi's arm, his voice as tender as water, and his eyes were full of sweetness.

"Yeah, master, madam, pen and ink have arrived." He raised his foot and saw their master and wife being in one place, hugging each other tightly. Seeing that he was so embarrassed, Xiao Yi put the pen, ink, paper and ink ink in his hand on the table in front of Liu Yi and his wife, and then he quietly lowered his head ink ink and did not dare to raise his head at all.

"Baoer is still Xiaomei, and there are people around her. Xiaoyi should go over and take care of her first." After letting go of her husband's arm, Zhang Chuchu raised her hand and took the stone ink in Xiaoyi's hand with a little embarrassed look. She blushedly, and whispered and sent the little girl out of the door. She shyly and personally whispered and ink for Liu Yiyan.

"Haha," Looking at his wife's shy look, Liu Yi shook her head and chuckled, lifted up, grabbed the small pen on the table, dipped it in some ink, and then drew it on a blank piece of paper.

Engineering graphics were revealed in a slight amount. In less than a cup of tea, a strange thing with a crooked bow shape appeared on the paper, thick wood, light strings, like bows but not bows. Looking at the complicated small carriages and wedges interspersed on it, it looked like an instrument with only one string.

"Husband, is this..." Stopped the movement of inkstone in his hand, Zhang Chuchu's eyes remained on the painting paper that Liu Yi had just made. She was unfamiliar with her face and had no idea what was on the painting.

"Play the cotton bow!" Without answering his wife's question, Liu Yi turned his head and smiled at Chuchu with a gentle voice, picked up the pen and wrote three neat Song-style words in the lower right corner of the drawing.

The most popular and commonly used cotton-making tool in the 134th century AD was often seen in modern China and among the countryside. In the agricultural college where Liu Yi studied, the most primitive cotton-building tools such as the cotton-burning bow were also collected and displayed, so Liu Yi was not unfamiliar with it.

"Fitting the cotton bow?" Zhang Chuchu asked softly, "I don't know what the picture is?"

"The secret of heaven cannot be revealed," Liu Yixiao sold an official: "The wife will know in the future."

After saying that, Liu Yi dipped some ink and drew three drawings one after another. Zhang Chuchu looked carefully, namely "spinning wheel", "loom" and "smelting car". It was very strange, but these four things seemed to be related. I wanted to ask about the actions of these things, but my husband seemed to be tired and did not intend to explain more. I had to give up for the time being, carefully stacking the four drawings and not talking more.

"Madam, go and clean up first," Liu Yiuan calmed down at the table and sat down, and said to his wife with a voice: "We will set off tomorrow morning. Remember to bring these four drawings with you at that time, so you will still use them for your husband."

"Well, there is," said Liu Yi, after a pause, a temperature of tea entrance, and then said: "This time, there is no need for a maid to accompany you. Let Xiao Yi stay at home to guard the door. If it is not bad for her husband, there will be many guests walking around these days, and there will be people in the mansion to take care of you."

"Well, my husband is right. I'll go and prepare and explain!" With a light response, Zhang Chuchu finished packing the four pictures that Liu Yi had just made, and took them into the bedroom in the inner room with a little joy.
Chapter completed!