With the letter from Boor in her hand, which was a wooden slip, Mengyao returned home.
Sitting on the wooden bed, Mengyao seemed to be in a good mood. She swayed her little feet and hummed an unknown tune.
He used a small knife to pick up the string on the wooden slip. There were small seal characters written on it. Although the handwriting was a little flamboyant, as if he was drunk, it was easy to recognize that it was written by a boor.
"Puff ~~~"
"Boor's handwriting is still as crooked as ever.”
"Eh? What is drawn on it?"
“.......”
Opening the wooden slip, Mengyao recognized the familiar handwriting on it at a glance.
Mengyao didn't know how to read either. After all, in this era, ordinary people could barely recognize their own names and basically couldn't recognize other words.
However, as a university student who had studied history, Boor still had some basic knowledge of the small seal script.
With Boor's teachings and Mengyao's intelligence, she only spent three months to recognize thousands of words. She was also able to write down these characters skillfully. The handwriting was delicate and beautiful, as if it was from a noble family.
"This seems to be..."
"Hand spinning wheel?"
"No, there seems to be something different.”
Looking at the neat carving on the wooden slip, Mengyao muttered to herself.
The hand-spun spinning wheel had already appeared during the Warring States Period. It was composed of four parts: a wooden frame, a ingot, a rope wheel, and a handle.
Wool, cotton, hemp, silk, and other raw materials were woven into cloth by artificial machinery.
Although Boor did not have a hand-spinning wheel at home, there was still one in the village. It was used to help everyone weave and add a few new clothes, but the efficiency was not very high.
However, on the wooden slip Boor sent back, the spinning wheel carved on it seemed to have a slightly different structure.
"This seems to be called a spinning wheel?”
Mengyao said as she looked at the note beside the wooden slip.
There was also a small line of words below, as if it was specially written to indicate:
'Treading the spinning wheel can greatly increase the speed of weaving. After it is made, it can be reported to the local magistrate to obtain a title and remuneration.'
If it was in the past, even if Boor knew the method to make something, he would not dare to casually say it.
After all, he was just a villager before. If he took out these good things, it would be like a child holding gold and walking on the street. Not only would he not get a single cent, but he would even invite disaster.
However, he had already become the fourth rank of nobility in the State of Qin, Bugeng, and had gained quite a reputation in the army.
Now that he took out the few good things he knew, there would basically be no situation of people snatching them.
After all, those with low status could not snatch it away, those with medium status did not dare to take it, and those with high status did not care about such a small profit.
In Qin, it was not just military merit, farming, weaving, and capturing thieves that gave one the chance to obtain a title. If one invented something good, they would also be rewarded.
"I see. This spinning wheel can be exchanged for nobility and money?”
"Hmm, let's find an opportunity to ask the village carpenters to help us forge it.”
"But when will Boor come back? I wonder if he will be home before the new year.”
“........”
Mengyao said as she looked at the words on the wooden slip.
Boor simply told him about his recent situation and told him to stay at home and take good care of his body so that he wouldn't catch a cold in the winter.
It wasn't a deep and rainy love poem, just the simplest words were enough to make Mengyao happy for a long time.
"Roar ~~~"
Mengyao was lying on the wooden bed, rolling around like a young girl in love.
Suddenly, a fierce cry rang out from the thatched cottage.
A snow-white 'kitten' with ink marks on its body ran in from outside.
"Little Meow, are you hungry?"
"Awooo ~~~ Awooo ~~~"
Rubbing against Mengyao's calf, this 'little cat' was full of cuteness, as if it had recognized Mengyao as its mother.
This was a little white cat that Mengyao had picked up from the wild. Seeing that it was crying alone, she brought it home and raised it as a cute pet.
However, this little white cat seemed a little strange.
When the big dogs in the village saw it, they would tremble and hide in the corner, not daring to bark at all.
This surprised Mengyao. She didn't expect her " little cat " to have such a strong aura. It could make those fierce big dogs run away with their tails between their legs.
"Wait a moment, I'll help you cut some wolf meat.”
"Roar ~~~"
Like a stalker, the little white cat followed closely behind Mengyao.
(Ps: A picture of a little white cat is attached to this chapter)
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