There are spider monsters in Lizhuang, and spider monsters have spider silk.

Although the spider demons weave cloth on the loom, they are not wearing finished fabrics, but a very rough but very fine white fabric. These fabrics look elastic, as if they are some kind of chemical fiber material. Obviously, this is impossible.

When they returned to the weaving workshop, they saw Gao Li appearing, and the spider demons stopped and looked at their nominal masters.

"Who among you is the manager?" Gao Li asked.

An elderly spider-demon woman stood up and said, "I'm right, executives, what are the instructions?"

Gao Li waved to her and said, "I want to ask you something, can you do it?"

The old woman of spider demon was very good at matching her, so she came over and asked, "What should I ask for in the senior executive?" Although her tone was submissive, it was full of the meaning of keeping people from thousands of miles away.

Gao Li didn't care. He didn't get close to you anyway. He asked directly: "What do you call mother-in-law?"

The old woman said, "My name is Yizhi Yunxiu."

Yimai? This surname is appropriate.

"Mother-in-law Yimao, I see that the clothes you wear are different from ordinary clothes. Are you also weaving them?" Gao Li asked.

Grandma Yimao said: "The clothes we wear are not woven with Gaojia looms, but are made of spider silk from silk spiders we raise ourselves."

Gao Li knew that spider demons had the ability to drive spiders, but they didn’t expect to be so advanced?

"Can I see it?" Gao Li asked.

"It's okay to see, but spider silk cloth is not as good as cotton and linen, and the output is limited. It is not as beautiful as mulberry silk. If the executive intends to make clothes and sell them, it won't be sold for money." said Grandma Yimao.

Gao Li smiled. Of course he understood that since the spider demon has such ability, how could he not be missed by others? Since he failed to succeed, there must be a reason.

"It's okay, let's take a look first, is that okay?" Gao Li said politely. Although Grandma Yizhi didn't like humans, she was not easy to object to her master, so she took Gao Li to a small house, which was her own residence.

At the end there is a small house full of spiders. You can see a row of spiders with large table tennis balls woven spiders on wooden shelves. The spider silk is tied into white things like cloth at the back, but it is relatively thin.

Grandma Yimao picked up a piece of fabric from the side and handed it to Gao Li, saying, "This is spider silk cloth,"

Gao Li tugged with him, looked closer, and thought about it again. He smiled and asked Grandma Yimao, "Mother-in-law, can these spiders only weave fabrics? Can they weave some complex structures?"

Grandma Yima nodded and said, "These spiders themselves have no wisdom, they all rely on our control. If we can understand the weaving skills, the spiders can weave them."

Gao Li's eyes were glowing.

He touched a carbon rod, drew a bunch of schematic diagrams on the ground at his mother-in-law's house, and then explained the structure of what he wanted, and finally asked.

"Mother-in-law, look, can you make this thing?"

Grandma Yizhi looked at it for a long time and finally nodded, saying, "It's very complicated, but it can be made, but it will be very slow. It's just that you are not strong, so no one will buy it if you make it."

Gao Li said: "You can make it, just give me the money."

It doesn’t matter to Mother Yimao. Since she wants to have money, why don’t she make money?

"But, what's the name of this thing you're going to make?"

Gao Li grinned, Zhidi smiled happily and said, "Stocks."

Leaving from Grandma Yimao, Gao Li felt that she was in a sublimation state. Weaving stockings was not something that could be imagined out of thin air. It was a conclusion drawn from combining the current level of human development and the level of women's love for beauty.

The social level of this world is approximately equivalent to a period of the combination of Tang and Song dynasties. Without the influence of Cheng and Zhu Neo-Confucianism, women's ideological liberation was obvious and they were very active at all levels. Not to mention the distance, the Gao family is now almost controlled by a group of women, and there are many female heroes who can call their names in the world.

This was a good time, but not long after doing this, Gao Li always felt something was wrong and seemed to have forgotten something.

What exactly is it?

At present, the spider demon and the bull demon are hostile to Gao Li's appearance. Over the years, the farm has not paid much money. The Gao family almost ignored them. Now that the company has changed to a manager, it is normal for the demons to be more hostile. Gao Li is not in a hurry. Take your time and the corporate culture needs to be cultivated.

When he returned to his residence, the Jade-faced Ghost had already left, but he left Gao Li with a silver note, one thousand taels. He calculated in his mind that it was about 300,000 yuan.

This is cool, I didn't expect to be a rich woman.

Huh? Isn’t this the standard white, rich, beautiful, tall and powerful?

Gao Li came to Zhuangzi for three days, and the first thing he couldn't stand was the brothers Dong Mingcheng and Zhao Xiaoliu. Without Gao Li's means, the two brothers were out of stock. So after three days, the two brothers bought a lot of food, vegetables, meat and eggs, and pulled several carts to send to Gao Li.

In the owner's room, Dong Mingcheng smiled and said, "Brother Li, have you been suffocated these days?"

Gao Li called out and said, "It's okay, it's okay."

Zhao Xiaoliudao: "Brother Li, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. This year, several major academies in the city no longer hold their own poetry meetings alone, but join forces with the officials to hold an unprecedentedly large-scale poetry meeting in the East Lake. There are many talented girls gathering. It is said that several courtesans in the city will also appear. Are you interested in going to see them together?"

Poetry meeting? Courtesan? This is not a time traveler's retention program. Is it a part of memorizing poetry? But how could Gao Li recite poetry? His ancient poems all come from the 300 Tang poems I read when I was a child. Now it would be nice to be able to recite three poems. If you run to someone else to make a set of goose, goose, goose, and songs towards the sky, obviously the artistic conception is not high.

Moreover, Gao Li would go to the poetry meeting every year and bought a few poems and songs. In the end, the final result was not only embarrassing, but also just added jokes.

"Forget it, I won't go anymore, I'm in the mood." Gao Li smiled and shook his head. He was working hard to make money, so he should forget about the fact that he was pretending to attract the little girl by pretending to be.

When they heard that Gao Li would not go, the two brothers were stunned.

"But." Gao Li added, "You can come to me first that day, I'll give it to you..."

Gao Li didn't continue to say it but made a gesture. After being old friends for many years, the two of them immediately understood and left happily.

"How did you hold it back?" Bai Lang, who was lying at the desk, suddenly spoke.

"What?" Gao Li didn't quite understand what Bai Lang said.

"Men are all leukomorphs, especially those who walk down the road with meridians. If they are released regularly, it will inevitably lead to the retrograde of true qi. How do you hold it back?" Bai Lang asked.

Gao Li smiled, stretched out his right hand, pointed to his palm and asked, "Look...what is this?"

Bai Lang thought Gao Li had something in his hand, so he leaned over. Before he could see, his nose moved and then gave Gao Li a blank look.

After all, wolves look at the world with their noses.

At this moment, it smelled a lot.

After teasing the White Wolf, Gao Li laughed loudly. However, before she could laugh, the White Wolf suddenly stood up and threw Gao Li to the ground.

"Brother, can you, a guy who has zero percent of your kindness, stop suppressing me, deadly?" Gao Li looked at the white wolf who pretended to be dangerous with a blank look on his face.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Bai Lang asked in a low voice.

"What are you doing? What are you talking about?" Gao Li looked puzzled.

"I bought a dying old wolf from the Zoropause merchant and instilled my true energy into me every day. I will neither let me fight and kill people for you, nor let me guard the house. I really don't believe you will be aimless." Bai Lang said.

"I have a purpose." Gao Li smiled.

“What is it?”

"I just want to see how you become an adult after you are filled with evil spirits." Gao Li said.

"Ah?" Bai Lang let go of Gao Li helplessly, because it sounded like a perfect match for Gao Li's usual style, and he made a big deal for a little bit of nothing.

"What then?" Bai Lang asked.

"Then? Of course, I'm waiting for you to become a girl to repay your kindness." Gao Li's face was taken for granted.

"You can buy a little wolf at least..."

"You are only fourteen years old. As a wolf, you are old, but as a human being, it's just right." Gao Li smiled.

The white wolf stared at Gao Li and said word by word: "You dare to think about it even if you are fourteen years old, and you will be a castrator according to the law!"

Gao Li lay on the ground, staring at the ceiling in a daze. Suddenly, he sat up in his arms, held a wolf's face, and realized with panic.

"I thought of it! No wonder I always feel like I have forgotten something!"

"What?" Bai Lang looked at Gao Li's face, and it couldn't help but shrink, "What are you going to do? I'm a wolf..."

"She only has stockings! You also need high heels!" Gao Li said seriously.
Chapter completed!