Nan Qiqi was unbearably excited, and her voice raised a bit: "What are your clothes made of?"

"Sang Ma." Wang Zhiyong is a little strange, isn't this normal.

"Sang Ma is right, it doesn't seem like that time has come yet!" Nan Qiqi raised the corners of her mouth proudly, her cheeks stained red due to excitement, looking charming and cute.

Wang Zhiyong scratched his head in doubt, still wondering what was going on.

In the novel, Huang Po transformed the cotton weaving technology, which greatly improved the efficiency and quality of weaving. As long as they used cotton weaving technology, they could gain a huge market.

Cotton is much better than linen, and it is both good quality and cheap.

To help the Beggar Gang to solve the problem is to help the court to solve the problem, and it is to help the Southern Zhou Dynasty to solve the problem.

She is really a clever little ghost. When the time comes, Nanhuang will remember her great achievements. She is not the lazy princess that she used to be.

"Now there is a cotton spinning technology that can greatly improve your efficiency. You call a craftsman, and I will teach him the style of playing cotton tools."

Nan Qiqi couldn't help laughing, wishing she could reward herself with two little red flowers.

Although Wang Zhiyong was still at a loss, he still followed her request.

He soon invited the most skilled craftsman in the beggar gang, and heard that this person used to be the number one craftsman in the county.

Nan Qiqi told the craftsmen the details of the textile machine. She had the honor to see this type of textile machine when she visited a museum at the university and listened carefully to the explainer.

Its production principle is very simple, and it is very simple to get started. believe it will definitely become popular in the near future.

"This is a miracle! This young lady is really amazing." After listening to Nan Qiqi's description, the craftsman exclaimed in shock.

Nan Qiqi smiled modestly: "This is not my idea. I want to sign the name of Huang Po on this textile machine. She is the real reformer."

Wang Zhiyong was also amazed after hearing it, whether it was Nan Qiqi's original or not, he admired her very much.

"Miss Luo, you saved the lives of more than a thousand members of our beggar gang!"

Wang Zhiyong knelt on the ground with a thud, he was full of admiration for Nan Qiqi now.

[Oh my god! I am ashamed, don't you know that there is gold under the man's knees? ]

Sirius interrupted suddenly.

Nan Qiqi roared, "Shut up you little brat, be careful I won't pay you back."

Si Rui obediently dared not say a word again, the biggest money in the world.

"This is what I should do," Nan Qiqi hurriedly stepped forward to help. "After all, this is what I should do. Born as a Nan Zhou person, I have to help the Nan Zhou people out of their worries."

"But... it's not a long-term solution to rely on weaving alone. You can let the women in the gang weave first. Men are not suitable for these jobs, but I have a better job for them."

Wang Zhiyong wondered, "What is it?"

Nan Qiqi didn't speak, and showed a meaningful smile.

"Your hand should be on this...then..."

Nan Qiqi taught women how to use the improved cotton loom. In the wide yard, there are several looms neatly placed. The women work in front of the loom, and the whole yard is full of looms. The uninterrupted sound of the cloth machine.

The snow-white cotton cloth kept slipping from the loom and stacked on top of each other. Nan Qiqi reached out and touched the cloth. The tentacles were soft cloth. Compared with linen, cotton is more comfortable and beautiful.

Nan Qiqi clapped her hands and said, "Everyone, take a rest, today is the first day of construction, and we have achieved very good results."

"Thank you, son." In the eyes of these women, Nan Qiqi was a thin and delicate son.

Nan Qiqi was suddenly grabbed by the sleeve of a slightly older woman, the woman looked her up and down, and her eyes were full of satisfaction: "Master Luo, do you have a marriage partner?"

Nan Qiqi blushed when asked this question. She hadn't even talked about love seriously, so how could there be a marriage.

But does the worldly sadomasochism with the Paper Man count? feel that once the sea is difficult for the water, every separation is forced.

Nan Qiqi answered sincerely: "Xiaosheng is not married..."

"Young Master!" After hearing this, many women jumped off the bench and rushed to surround Nan Qiqi.

A woman grabbed Nan Qiqi's shoulder and said earnestly, "My girl is very fertile and can handle the house."

The woman beside her pulled her away and shouted, "Why don't you tell me what your girl looks like? No one can compare to my girl in terms of looks. She is a flower in the gang."

The woman raised her chest proudly, a talented man and a woman are a match made in heaven, and the girls on the side all cast shy eyes at Nan Qiqi.

The other women refused to accept it and scuffled with her, and the scene fell into chaos for a while.

"Ladies, stop for a while!" Nan Qiqi stretched out a hand weakly in the crowd, "I don't want to get married!"

The aunties ignored her at all, they just wanted to catch the golden turtle son-in-law quickly, Nan Qiqi's voice was quickly drowned in the noise.

In the chaotic scuffle, it was unknown who grabbed Nan Qiqi's sleeve, the entire sleeve was forcibly pulled down with a slap, and even the lining was torn apart, exposing large areas of snow-white skin to the air.

The air froze instantly, and the woman stared at Nan Qiqi's pointed shoulders, her eyes full of fear.

Nan Qiqi, who had her back to them, didn't know it. She just breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she didn't pull her collar off. If her identity was exposed, it was Luo Xiyan who was implicated, then wouldn't she be attacked by a group.

"Why is there a mark on his shoulder?"

"He doesn't have sex with... so he doesn't care about women?"

...

The aunties whispered and pointed at Nan Qiqi.

Nan Qiqi looked confused, did they discover her secret? In her heart, when she wanted to admire that Jiang was still old and hot, an aunt patted her on the shoulder with a meaningful and reverie tone.

"Master, have you already made a private life with someone else?" The aunt bit the word "other" very hard.

Nan Qiqi's big eyes were full of doubts. Could it be that the grievances and grievances between her and the paper man have been discovered?

"No, no." Nan Qiqi hesitated for a moment, but still answered firmly.

The aunt pointed to the location of Nan Qiqi's butterfly bone: "You have a sign of a red cinnabar mole here. In our custom, it is a sign that a man points to his sweetheart. But you also have it."

Nan Qiqi is thin and weak, and the shape of the butterfly bone is particularly obvious, like a **** butterfly spreading its wings, and the red cinnabar mole is just at the highest position of the butterfly bone. small red

Nan Qiqi wondered how such a strange custom could exist. She scratched her back and tried to look back, but she didn't see anything.

Nan Qiqi hurriedly left the place of right and wrong. The woman behind her repeatedly confirmed that the sign on her butterfly bone was their sign of love, and they would not be wrong.