Fu Xinci, thinking about how cotton would be closely related to her future life, secretly wondered if she should also learn how to process cotton.
There were many days ahead, and she couldn't rely on others for everything.
She was becoming more and more practical now, and there were indeed things she needed to learn.
Seeing that her cousin, Xinci, was studying so diligently, the three older cousins dared not slack off any more.
It was nearing noon, and Fu Xinci went to the kitchen.
There were many people eating at home today, but her mother was not around, so she wanted to help.
Fortunately, Zhong Shi and Tian Shi were both quick-handed and efficient. Even though there were several more people eating at home, they were not flustered.
Seeing Fu Xinci arrive, Zhong Shi took the opportunity to ask her, "Xinci, did you see anyone selling weaving looms when you went to town with your second uncle?"
Hearing Zhong Shi's words, a spark lit up in Fu Xinci's mind, and she asked hesitantly, "Auntie asks about weaving looms, does that mean Auntie knows how to weave?"
After hearing the young girl's question, Zhong Shi nodded before revealing her thoughts, "Xinci, I see that the cotton your second uncle brought back is all long-staple. This kind of cotton is best for spinning yarn and weaving cloth. So, Auntie has had a little idea."
Hearing Zhong Shi's explanation, Fu Xinci's mind raced even faster.
Good heavens, if she had two more little weaving experts like this, what would she have to worry about with the cotton in her space?
She envisioned weaving it into cotton cloth, which could not only be sold to nearby villages and towns but also supplied to the people in Dragon City.
Fu Xinci felt like applauding herself. She was too brilliant to have come up with such a multi-faceted good idea. It seemed she needed to discuss it with her grandfather later.
As these thoughts formed in her mind, Fu Xinci went to find her grandfather.
Grandpa Meng saw his granddaughter vividly paint a grand vision for him.
However, he understood and also agreed with his granddaughter's idea.
"Ci'er, ask Xiao He to invite your Uncle Qi over later. I'll ask your Uncle Qi if there are any weaving looms for sale nearby."
"Okay. We really need Uncle Qi's help with this; no one else can do it."
As it turned out, they didn't need to go looking for him. Qi Yuanshan, after his training, came over himself to have a meal, and also to see if the youngsters had made any progress.
Seeing Qi Yuanshan's figure appear at their doorstep, Grandpa Meng smiled and said to his granddaughter, "Hehe, see? Your Uncle Qi is like one of our own family."
"Of course, don't you always say Brother Qi is your eldest grandson?"
"Yes, those are my words, and they are absolutely correct."
When Qi Yuanshan entered, he heard the grandfather and granddaughter talking animatedly and couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, what are you and Xinci talking about so enthusiastically?"
"Yuanshan, you've come at just the right time. Otherwise, I was thinking of sending Xiao He to find you."
"Uncle, please tell me what's on your mind."
"Yu Luo's mother knows how to weave. I thought it would be a shame to bury her talent. Speaking of which, I was thinking we should plant more cotton next year. Then, following this line of thought, if we have cotton and people who know how to weave, shouldn't we then buy a weaving loom?"
"Uncle, your idea is really great. If people here can weave, let alone our Eaglebeak Cliff, even this whole area will benefit."
"Yes, Uncle just wanted to ask you if there are any weaving looms for sale nearby."
"Uncle, there really aren't any selling that thing around here, but Old Jin in our garrison knows how to make them."
"Old Jin has this skill?"
"Yes. Old Jin's ancestors were from the south, and it is said they were famous craftsmen. Later, they committed a crime and were exiled here. As the years went by, only he is left in his family now."
"That's quite tragic," Grandpa Meng felt sorry for the Jin family.
"That's nothing. There are too many families like this in this area."
Grandpa Meng thought about it, and it was indeed true. Like the members of the Meng family, if no one cared for them or helped them, how many would be left after this winter?
Seeing the elder's expression darken, Qi Yuanshan quickly changed the subject, "Uncle, why don't I go back now and call Old Jin over?"
"Don't go yet, sit and rest. Let Xiao He find Old Jin later."
"Okay, I'll have Xiao He go now," Qi Yuanshan said and then went out to find his son.
Old Jin was also quick. Upon hearing that Meng Er Ge was looking for him, he happily came over.
However, when he heard that he was asked to make a weaving loom, he fell silent. After a long pause, he finally said, "My father told me before he closed his eyes that we brothers should not touch those things anymore."
Grandpa Meng heard that it was the old father's dying wish, and they should not force him.
But before he could speak, he heard Old Jin say, "Now, only I am left in our Jin family, and there is nothing to fear. Meng Er Ge, I will help you with this."
"Old Jin, is it feasible?"
"There's only me left, what's not feasible? Meng Er Ge, I don't have many requests. I can bring people up the mountain to get the lumber, and you just need to provide me with two meals a day."
"How can that be? You must be paid."
"Meng Er Ge, I said I don't want wages, so I don't want wages. If you insist on this, I won't help."
"Alright, I won't say any more." Grandpa Meng saw that Old Jin was also stubborn and stopped talking.
"It's already this late today. Tomorrow, I'll bring people up the mountain to look for usable lumber."
"Okay, we are amateurs in this, we will listen to you in everything."
"It's right to listen to me."
"Hahaha, then let's eat first." Grandpa Meng said, feeling that it was quite cold outside, so he got up to put on his shoes.
"Second Brother, where are you going?"
"It's cold outside, I'll get something good, and we'll each have a cup to warm ourselves up."
After Grandpa Meng finished speaking, he opened the cabinet and rummaged through it for a long time before taking out a glass bottle.
Looking at the transparent bottle in the elder's hand, with the clear liquid sloshing inside.
Qi Yuanshan and Old Jin, as if in tacit understanding, said the same thing, "Second Brother, is this wine?"
"Uncle, is this wine?"
"You two have good taste."
"Hehe, Second Brother, we've only heard others talk about a kind of wine whose liquid is as pure as spring water, rich and fragrant, with a long-lasting aftertaste."
"Haha, what you said is absolutely correct." Grandpa Meng then asked Meng Yu Luo to inform Tian Shi and Zhong Shi to cook two more dishes.
"Today, we will have a good taste of this special strong liquor."
Hearing that it was also a strong liquor, the eyes of Qi Yuanshan and Old Jin shone even more dazzlingly.