"After the yarn is dried, we have to put it together in two ways. One is to use a two-inch cylinder to roll it into a hemp ball, which is reserved for making warp threads when weaving. The other is to use a three-inch cylinder.
Long sorghum stalks or bamboo branches are rolled into taro seeds with two large ends and a small one in the middle, which are used as weft threads. In this way, it is easy to distinguish when weaving. The ball-shaped spindles are the hemp balls used for the warp threads, and the cocoon-shaped spindles are the hemp balls used for the weft threads.
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The pregnant woman continued to explain the steps and details of yarn making to An Zhisu. An Zhisu listened carefully and watched even more seriously. She also followed the pregnant woman to learn how to comb yarn, how to twist yarn, how to make dough balls, and how to make yarn.
She is clever and can learn it as soon as she learns it, which is praised by pregnant women.
"Sister An, why are you interested in these?" After we got familiar with the conversation, the pregnant woman became like sister An Zhisu. An Zhisu also knew the name of the pregnant woman. Her name was as simple as her name, Xiang Qiaoxi.
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"I am a fashion designer and I am very interested in the production process of each fabric. This is the first time I have come into contact with the production process of linen, and I particularly want to understand it in depth." An Zhisu told the truth.
Xiang Qiaoxi's face showed admiration: "Sister An, you are so awesome. Do the clothes you design have a brand name? Can I buy the clothes you design when I shop online in the future?"
An Zhisu chuckled and did not tell her that both Su Huan and Ann brands were high-end and could not be purchased online. She just smiled and promised: "When you give birth to the baby, I will send you a few pieces."
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"Thank you, Sister An." Xiang Qiaoxi showed a happy smile.
When the cousin's sister-in-law came back from delivering the wood, An Zhisu had already learned how to do it under Xiang Qiaoxi's teaching. She was a beginner and very motivated. She accomplished as much as others did in a day in one morning, and was unanimously praised by everyone.
At noon, my cousin-in-law and An Zhisu had a meal at Qiaoxi's house. An Zhisu heard Mu Ge say that this is the custom here. You can eat at the house of whomever you work for, and you don't have to pay extra for others.
Money for help.
An Zhisu also ate at Xiang Qiaoxi's house generously. After a morning of getting to know each other, she also got to know the Xiang family. Xiang Qiaoxi was a child bride. She had been raised in the Xiang family since she was a child and married a year and a half ago.
Gave it to the Xiang family's son, who worked abroad with her husband before she became pregnant, and came back to raise the baby after she became pregnant.
Xiang's family also has a pair of parents, and there is a grandmother above them. Grandma Xiang is already 100 years old this year. She is still in good health, but she has coronary heart disease. Because she is too old, the hospital does not dare to perform surgery, so she can only rely on medicine to maintain her health.
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Grandma Xiang's biggest wish now is that she can live until her great-grandson is born, and live as a family for four generations, and she will make money in this life.
An Zhisu was sweet-tongued and well-spoken. He praised Grandma Xiang for not being like a centenarian and being as energetic as someone in their seventies or eighties. Grandma Xiang smiled from ear to ear and she liked this girl from out of town very much.
Grandma Xiang has never been out in her life. From black hair to white hair, she has been dealing with ramie all her life. She was very capable when she was young. Her husband died early, so she raised her son by growing and selling hemp. She is very great and very hard.
An Zhisu was in awe of Grandma Xiang's greatness. In the afternoon, she asked Grandma to weave cloth, and she followed her to learn and observe. She knew how to weave. Her mother taught her when she was a child, but weaving silk cloth and linen cloth were definitely different.
There is still much to learn.
Xiang Qiaoxi also followed them in the afternoon. Because she had to translate for An Zhisu at any time, she did not go to Jisha anymore. She was pregnant and could not be too tired. She usually did not work in the afternoon.
Grandma Xiang’s loom is a very old-fashioned wooden balance waist loom. She relied on this loom to make her son grow up. The clothes that her son has worn since he was a child were all woven on this loom.
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Originally, at Grandma Xiang's age, the family no longer needed her to work hard to make money, but Grandma Xiang couldn't stay idle, and she wanted to weave a batch of cloth and make some clothes for her great-grandson before she was born.
, so I would be busy in front of the loom for several hours every day.
"Zhi Su, can you weave?" Grandma Xiang sat down in front of the loom and asked. She understood that a fashion designer was just like her, who could do everything from weaving to designing to making clothes. She didn't know that now
As a designer, in fact, as long as you know how to design, it is enough.
Fortunately, An Zhisu is an all-round designer. She nodded like a fool: "Grandma Xiang, I know how to weave silk cloth, but I have never weaved linen cloth. Can you teach me?"
He nodded lovingly to grandma and waved her over.
An Zhisu approached the loom and told her grandma about the precautions for weaving linen cloth. In fact, it is the same as weaving silk cloth, except that linen cloth must be woven with moist hemp thread, otherwise the thread will break easily. Before weaving
You need to soak the twine in clean water, and only after it is wet can you put it on the machine.
The rest is just like weaving silk cloth. An Zhi is familiar with the way of threading the reed, setting the reed, and getting on the machine, very quickly and methodically.
Grandma Xiang praised her full of praise: "You are so awesome. There are not many girls who can weave now."
An Zhisu smiled modestly. In fact, there are quite a lot of girls who can weave, but there are only a few who can use this traditional loom to weave. Now they all use machines to weave.
When starting to weave, Grandma Xiang gave An Zhisu a demonstration, throwing the shuttle and pushing the reed, using the waist to drive the belt, and evenly stepping on the feet to weave out inch-by-inch smooth linen cloth.
An Zhisu looked at Grandma Xiang with a stooped back and wearing reading glasses, stepping on the loom under her feet again and again, as if following the squeaking sound of the loom, she could travel through time and space and return to Grandma Xiang.
When I was young.
Her eyes were slightly moist when she saw it. If her mother was still alive, when she was old, she would look forward to the birth of her great-grandson just like Grandma Xiang. Even if she was not in good health, she would insist on weaving and making clothes for her great-grandson.
"Zhisu, do you want to try it?" I asked my grandma after demonstrating it for a while.
An Zhisu nodded: "Okay."
She hasn't knitted for a long, long time.
Grandma Xiang gave up her seat, and An Zhisu sat on the bench. When she picked up the shuttle, she could still feel the warmth left on it by Grandma Xiang. The shuttle had been used by Grandma Xiang all her life, and the surface of the horns had been polished smooth and flat.
As loving and gentle as grandma.
An Zhisu pushed the reed, and memories came to mind. She recalled the scene when her mother taught her to weave when she was a child. At that time, she couldn't sit still and cried tired after only learning for a while. Her mother was strict with her, so she and
When her father acted like a spoiled child, he would always be reluctant to let her work hard, so it took her a long time to learn how to do it.
She still remembers that when she first weaved finished fabric, her mother used the fabric she knitted to make a cheongsam for her. She felt particularly accomplished when she wore it. Later, she also woven a lot of fabric for her parents and grandma to make.
She had knitted all the clothes that the whole family wore during the New Year that year.
The memory was very far away, but the picture was still clear. She could clearly see the smiling faces of her parents and grandmother, and even the laughter of the family echoed in her ears, and the corners of her eyes could not help but moisten.