Chapter 37 Zhi Luo didn’t dare to be upset. It rained continuously in Lin’an City.

"I heard that many people have died on the border. The officials are paying out pensions these days... I don't know when we can regain the lost ground."

The companions sighed, there are captives in the north, and the lost territory is difficult to recover. How can it be just the loss of the imperial court? Not to mention the love for family and country that belongs not only to the literati, but this burden placed on ordinary people is shocking.

I hate the invading Luhu with all my heart.

Recalling that his third brother died on the battlefield in the north, the person who just spoke regretted it. He moved his hands in his sleeves slightly and deliberately diverted the words, "It looks like it's going to rain again."

, it’s better to go back earlier.”

Sometimes it is better to cover up rigidly than to face it calmly and generously. The lady walking with him smiled: "If no one stopped Lu Hu, how could there be such a peaceful life in Lin'an City?"

"Third brother has dedicated his life for the country and has left an heir, so I have nothing to feel sad about. But I pity Madam Li from Xifang..."

The crotch made by Mrs. Li was once very popular in Lin'an City. Otherwise, where else would there be so many young ladies willing to be apprentices?

It's a pity that this kind man may not always have a smooth life. Now the one who is famous in Lin'an City has ended up in the tragic situation of losing his son and husband.

"I hope that my sister will be as capable as Mrs. Li in the future, and she will always be able to live happily even if she has not found her husband!"

Yes, now ordinary people are very envious of this little lady's family who can take charge of her own business. Otherwise, like the fifth sister, I don't know how many people would criticize her. How could such good words be spread among the young officials and young ladies in Lin'an City?

The reputation of his work?

"Master..." The cry in the alley penetrated into the ears. Even if it was not familiar, it would not be described as harsh. The sixth sister was heartbroken and wanted to cry when she heard the sound. What would it be like when she got to her master's place?

Empathy, the former is very clear.

The person who was called did not respond, and repeated the shuttle and pedal movements mechanically. The master may not have heard the crying coming from outside, and the sixth sister's words seemed a bit redundant.

Until the silk thread she was weaving under her hand broke with a 'bang' sound, Mrs. Li stared at the warp thread for a long time. She didn't even think of buckling it and reconnecting it. She just stared blankly for a long time.

Er then raised his head and turned to his disciple on the loom beside him.

"Master, I think it is the best thing if there is no news." The sixth sister knew that even if there were not the heartbroken cries of others in the alley, the master was still thinking about the day, and today the meridian has been

Not just a break.

Mrs. Li still didn't respond. She turned around and pulled the two ends of the broken thread together.

Seeing that the master skillfully pressed the intersection point with the thumb of his left hand, he asked the silk thread on his right hand to make a circle along the thumb finger, clamped it to the previous intersection point, and then threaded the silk thread of his left hand through the circle just now.

The sixth sister couldn't help but hold her breath.

When I first started learning weaving from my master, apart from the mundane chores, I spent every day tying this knot. It seemed like an easy thing, but you know it is not easy to do at all.

It's just a knot, and ordinary people can learn it after some study. But if you want to make the knot invisible, it really takes Sister An Liu to be so patient, and she has been troubled for a long time...

I remember that at that time, Fifth Sister was curious and wanted to give it a try. At first, she just thought it was interesting. However, after several times it failed to reach the required level, she almost became anxious and exclaimed, "This is not something ordinary people can make!"

Sister An Liu was lost in thought, but she didn't know when the sound of weaving beside her was replaced by the sound of rain. However, it turned out that Mrs. Li had stopped for a long time, looking at the mud painting of tears of heaven and earth outside the shop, and the hazy and sad feeling of rain sprinkled on the universe.

He was desolate and didn't even have the slightest intention to listen to Ya.

The wind carries the chaotic rain, and the silk weaves a melancholy song. In the drizzle in Lin'an City, there are only a few murmurs of late returning birds.

① For knotting and weaving techniques, refer to "Hangluo Weaving Techniques", the official account of the intangible cultural heritage inheritor on the self-media platform.

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Digression: Let me tell you in advance that worshiping the God of Machines, which will be discussed soon, is not feudal superstition! First of all, the definition of feudal superstition is: blindly addicted belief and worship tending to a certain person or a heretical theory. Worshiping the God of Machines is actually a reflection of the silk weaving industry.

The gratitude of the ancestors (a kind of gratitude for the inventions such as sericulture, silk reeling, and textile technology that brought livelihood to the people) will be reflected in more words later. I just emphasize that it is not feudal superstition. Please clarify the concept of feudal superstition.

!Lest anyone come to spray me...
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