Exiled on the deserted star, the plants I planted have 100 million magical points

Chapter 87 Textile Wool
Having done the live broadcast so many times, Ai Moye was a little nervous this time.

She had never touched an ancient primitive textile loom before. If it weren't for the live broadcast, she wouldn't have done this at all.

It was a temporary trial and error. Although I practiced several times, if I make a mistake during the live broadcast, I will inevitably make a joke.

In the imperial capital, Mrs. Emma also prepared snacks, scented tea, fruits, etc., and waited for the live broadcast with a smile on her face.

"Look, my Ye Ye is really versatile and can even master ancient textile techniques. It's a pity that such a good child ends up in a corrupt family like that."

Mary, the housekeeper lady, said, "You are paying great attention to this girl. Do you want to ration the marshal?"

Mrs. Emma snorted coldly, "He doesn't deserve it."

But because that kind of thing happened, Mrs. Emma believed that it must be fate from God.

Mary said, "You are too harsh on the Marshal, who is already outstanding enough both as a Marshal and as a man."

Mrs. Emma put down the teacup and said worriedly, "Mary, Yeye is a bright and lively child. She is not calculating and cunning enough, but Xiaoxie..."

Mary whispered, "Madam, the Marshal has changed."

Lady Emma said without hesitation, "That's because we are here. If one day, the emperor and I, whom he regards as his true love, are no longer here, I can't imagine what he will be like."

Perhaps, it is another ferocious trapped beast that cannot be tied down, bringing terrible karmic fire to the interstellar world, and eventually burying himself in the raging sea of ​​fire.

The former emperor said that love can change a person.Mrs. Emma hopes that "love" will always be the shackles of sweetness and happiness for Di Lie.

In the live broadcast room, Ai Moye first pointed the camera at the textile machine and introduced them one by one.

"This is a foot-operated textile machine. The structure is composed of a spinning part and a foot-operated part. The spinning structure has nails, a rope pulley, and a handle. The foot-operated part is a crank, a convex nail, and a pedal..."

Aimoye introduced from the front, while Mai Ma and Jiya avoided the camera.

"Can you guys do it?" Jiya didn't participate, always feeling a little worried.

"Don't worry, Sister Jiya," Mai Ma's eyes sparkled and she gestured towards Jiya, "I have been practicing with Sister Ye Ye for a long time."

Jiya always felt that she had a blind admiration for Aimoye, but this was not a bad thing.

"I don't dare to watch because I'm afraid I'll see you roll over. I'm going to weed the melon field and I'll come back after the live broadcast."

As soon as Jiya left, Mai Ma also put on a mask and went to help Aimoye live broadcast.

While Aimoye takes care of the loom first, Maima introduces wool.

"This batch of wool comes from sheep. We have five sheep. After deducting losses, we finally got 25 kilograms of wool."

Under the lens, the pure wool without impurities is as white as snow. Although it is called wool, it is very delicate and lustrous. When the light shines on it, it is both soft and smooth.

The live broadcast room was full of envy, and some people asked.

[What is the use of this wool?Can it be used as clothes? 】

Mai Ma listened to Ai Moye's explanation of the content in the book and continued, "Wool is mostly used in knitted blankets, felts, and woolen fabrics can also be made into coats."

Neither she nor Ai Moye figured out the details yet.

Someone else asked.

[Is there a difference between wool and cashmere? 】

"What's the difference between wool and cashmere?" Mai Ma didn't understand either and turned to look at Aimoye.

Ai Moye sat on the spinning wheel and said, "The difference is very big. To put it simply, wool comes from sheep, and cashmere comes from goats."

The live broadcast room still doesn’t understand.

[Our planet is full of water. I can’t even tell the difference between goats and sheep] [The temperature here is [-] to [-] degrees all year round. What are sheeps? I’ve never seen them]

……

There was a lot of discussion in the live broadcast room. Aimoye and Maima had already begun to comb the wool and use yarn bobbins to turn the wool into fine wool threads.

The audience watched in amazement as the balls of wool turned into slender, white wool under the skillful hands of the two.

The popularity is getting higher and higher, and it is quickly ranked as the most popular, with a large number of viewers coming in.

But Aimoye didn't notice it at all. She and Maima were so busy that they finally turned five pounds of wool into yarn.

This yarn bobbin is also specially customized by Dilie. It is a semi-technical product of the interstellar era, which greatly reduces the workload.

By the time part of the yarn was finished spinning, Ai Moye's forehead was already covered with sweat.

Next is the real highlight. At this moment, there are tens of millions of people watching simultaneously in the live broadcast room, reaching unprecedented popularity.

Ai Moye sat on the adjusted spinning wheel, took a deep breath, and started spinning.

Mai Ma was on the side, sorting out the wool when it got tangled occasionally, handing over tools, and continuing to use yarn tubes to turn wool into wool.

At first, Ai Moye was a little confused, but once she got started, she slowly calmed down and started spinning quietly.

Mai Ma didn't talk much and was immersed in work. For a while, the only sound of weaving could be heard in the live broadcast room.

It was almost dusk, and the lonely afterglow of the sunset filtered in through the window, making the white lines seem to be coated with a layer of gold.

[The anchor is so beautiful. Although she can’t see her face, her temperament is outstanding. With this atmosphere, tsk tsk, don’t you think she looks like a classic beauty in a movie?]

[I bet that the fugitive is definitely a beauty. She is afraid that we will fall in love with her face and ignore her talent, so she either wears a pig head mask or a cockroach mask]

[What is a fugitive? 】

[The male protagonist’s little evil woman is on the run]

[I just noticed the host’s name. He has personality and tells honestly how many Mary Sue novels he has read]

More people are discussing textile machines. Some say the efficiency is too low, while others refute that this is a restored ancient craft.

Human beings at that period were very backward in everything. They could come up with such a great way to turn the gifts of nature into cloth and wear them on their bodies. Isn't it greater than the simple-minded interstellar people?
As the audience discussed and discussed, Aimoye threw the shuttle, pulled the buttons, and stepped on the pedals, and the wool gradually formed the shape of the cloth.

Mai Ma made yarn out of wool again, and then he remembered to interact with the audience, but when he looked at the screen, the audience's comments were passing by so fast that they couldn't even see clearly.

She covered her mouth in surprise, not expecting that there were already 90 million viewers.

It is simply unimaginable for a small anchor who has no traffic support at all, does not touch the sidelines, does not rely on false stories to gain attention, and has only been open for two or three months.

But in order not to distract Ai Moye, Mai Ma didn't dare to tell her immediately. She only widened her eyes and tried hard to find one or two answers from the messages that she quickly swiped.

After a few minutes, Mai Ma, who was almost blind, chose to remain silent and continued to sort out the wool.

Towards the early hours of the morning, a piece of woolen cloth was fully formed.

Ai Moye's eyes were swollen and sore, and her waist was a little sore. Jiya handed over a glass of milk.

"It's not bad that the car didn't roll over." Jiya whispered and left.

Ai Moye took a rest, put the cloth under the lens, and gave some close-ups.

"To be honest, if it weren't for the live broadcast, I would never have died messing around with an ancient textile machine!"

(End of this chapter)