Li Xiaolu tilted her head slightly and looked at the soldiers of the Tang dynasty sitting at a simple table not far away, who were sewing masks. She couldn't help laughing. These burly soldiers were so clumsy when sewing masks. It was common for them to be pricked by needles. Many of them grimaced, which made people want to laugh.
Seeing so many soldiers of the Tang dynasty screaming because of being pricked by needles, Li Xiaolu didn't feel the pain in her fingers anymore. Instead, she was very happy. This showed that people always took pleasure in other people's misfortune. They would feel very happy to see others suffer. This was also a deep-rooted bad habit of human beings.
Some people liked to divide people into good and bad people, which was very wrong. Sometimes people couldn't be divided in this way. This division was also very unscientific, because people's thoughts were complicated. There was no such thing as good and bad people. Some people were heroes in the eyes of some people, while some people were thugs and villains in the eyes of others. They were very cruel people.
Even in daily life, some people who entered the imperial court through the back door would be very happy. They would think that the person who helped them was a good person who was so good at doing things. They should thank the person. However, if someone who didn't have a good relationship with the person didn't have a chance to enter the imperial court because of this person, they would hate this person very much. They would think that this person was a big bastard and a guy who deserved to die. They would only be satisfied after killing this person.
Two different people would have different views of a person because of their different interests.
Everyone was trying their best to protect their own interests. Whoever's interests were violated would be irritable. No matter if it was nobles, civilians, men, or women, it was the same.
A person who opened up the territory for the country was regarded as a national hero, but the people of the destroyed country would hate this person very much. They would think that this person was a war criminal and a robber.
Of course, Li Xiaolu just laughed at Li Xiaolu's misfortune. She didn't mean any harm. She couldn't judge Li Xiaolu's character because of this reason. There were so many people who took pleasure in other people's misfortune. There were so many people who took pleasure in other people's misfortune that they couldn't even count them.
In Gu Yan's previous life, many people would directly joke about other people's misfortune. They would say it to make others happy. It was really hurtful to take pleasure in other people's misfortune. However, many people were like this. They just liked to hurt others. Of course, in their eyes, this kind of slight injury was nothing. It was a very insignificant way of hurting others, but in some people's hearts, it was very hurtful.
Different people had different values. Some people liked to share their bad luck and often laughed bitterly at themselves. Some people didn't like this behavior very much. They didn't want to tell others about their bad luck. If someone told them about their bad luck, they would be very angry. They would be very angry and even become enemies with that person.
Seeing Li Xiaolu laughing at Gu Yan's misfortune, Ang Lee smiled faintly and said, "Study hard. A qualified woman must know how to sew. If you can't even sew, you're not a woman. It's like this in the Tang dynasty. Even the most honorable woman in the world, the mother of the country, knows how to sew. It's just that they don't do needlework easily and only show their skills occasionally to set an example for the women in the world."
"Oh, I see! The most honorable woman in the Tang dynasty knows how to sew. It seems that I have to study hard. "
Li Xiaolu said.
It seemed that she planned to follow Ang Lee to the Tang Empire and become a woman of the Tang Empire in the future. It could be seen that she had completely surrendered to Ang Lee and didn't plan to leave Ang Lee in this life.
Ang Lee was naturally very happy when he heard this. However, with Li Xiaolu's clumsy appearance, Ang Lee really found it hard to believe that she could learn this skill well. At least, it would take a lot of effort to learn this skill completely!
Of course, Ang Lee hoped that Li Xiaolu could learn this skill well. In this way, she would be more like a woman of the Tang dynasty. If he brought her back to the Tang dynasty, it would be easier for her to adapt to life in the Tang dynasty.
Although Ang Lee now had a lot of women, it was always better to have one more. As a healthy man, how could he complain about having too many women? He would only complain about having too few. The more women he had, the more he could show off his splendor and make others more envious.
"Ouch!"
Li Xiaolu accidentally pricked her finger again. Blood gurgled out, which looked a little scary.
"Why are you so careless? I told you to pay attention."
Ang Lee criticized with a smile and handed Li Xiaolu a thimble.
In fact, sewing a six-layer gauze mask didn't require a thimble at all, but because Li Xiaolu's skill was too poor and her strength was relatively small, it was easy for her to cut her finger. In order to avoid this situation, Ang Lee made a mask for her. In this way, it was not easy for her to cut her finger.
The thimble was a sewing tool. It was used to penetrate the thin needle in the case of greater resistance.
Because it was difficult to use all the strength when holding the thin needle. Sometimes, if the cloth was too thick, it was difficult for the thin needle to penetrate normally. If it was directly pushed with the finger, the tail of the thin needle was likely to hurt the finger or even penetrate the skin and enter the flesh, causing harm to the person.
Of course, it was necessary to use a thimble only when sewing cloth with greater resistance. If it was sewing very ordinary cloth, there was no need for a thimble at all. Of course, if you insisted on using a thimble, it didn't matter much. At most, the efficiency would be slower.
Six layers of cotton gauze was very light in Ang Lee's opinion. The resistance during sewing was not great, so it could be sewed directly. Li Xiaolu's strength was too small, so she needed to use a tool like a thimble, which might be easier.
"Assistant Minister Li, what is this? Is it related to sewing?"
Li Xiaolu had never seen a thimble before, so she asked curiously.
"This is a thimble. It is used to sew clothes. Come and take it!"
Ang Lee replied.
"This is so small. It should be worn on the finger! How do I use it? "
Li Xiaolu naturally thought of the finger and put the thimble on her finger.
Ang Lee said, "Do you see the small pit on it? The tail of the needle can be placed in this small pit. When it penetrates the cloth with force, it will be very easy. Come on, try it. "
There were small pits densely distributed on the thimble. The size of these small pits was slightly larger than the tail of the needle. When the tail of the needle entered the small pit, it would be fixed in the small pit. Then, with a push, the iron needle would easily penetrate the thick cloth and complete the sewing process. It could be said that it was very easy, much easier than pushing directly. It was a magic tool in the sewing industry. It had saved the little hands of many handsome girls.
Why were the fingers of women who often worked as handymen so smooth and white? It was entirely because of the help of the thimble. Without the help of the thimble, the pressure would be too great every time she used her fingers to push the thimble, and her fingers would easily be injured.
Li Xiaolu used the thimble and began to sew the mask slowly. It felt very good. The effect was very good. It was much better than when she didn't use the thimble. The sewing efficiency also gradually improved. However, because Li Xiaolu's sewing skills were not very good, the mask she sewed was very ugly. It was even worse than the masks sewn by many soldiers of the Tang dynasty. It was too shameful.
"Look carefully. This is the mask I sewed, and this is the mask you sewed. See if the difference is big. Is it big?"
Ang Lee put the mask he sewed himself in front of Li Xiaolu and said with a smile.
The contrast was relatively big. Although the mask Ang Lee sewed was not very good, at least it was relatively neat and the edges were done well. However, the mask sewed by Li Xiaolu was too bad. They were not at the same level at all.
"Well, Assistant Minister Li sews very well. I will learn it well. I will start practicing now. Do you have any more masks? I can sew a few. I will definitely make progress. "
Li Xiaolu's desire to learn was aroused. She asked for it.
Ang Lee smiled and said, "There are many. You can have as many as you want. However, don't work too hard. Take it slow. It is impossible to make too much progress in any skill in a very short time. Moreover, the spirit of perseverance is the most important. Only by persevering can you improve your level."
As a person who had lived for two lifetimes, Li An understood human nature very well. He knew very well that everyone had the problem of being hot-headed for a short period of time. In the beginning, it could be said that they were extremely high-spirited, swearing what they wanted to do and what important goals they wanted to achieve. However, as they encountered setbacks and difficulties, many began to lose their composure. They would feel discouraged and give up. Then, naturally, they would leave things unsettled, completely abandoning their original dreams.
At this moment, Ang Lee was very suspicious of Li Xiaolu's situation. Was it the so-called three-minute enthusiasm? Perhaps after she was tired of learning this time, she would never learn to sew again.
Of course, this was only Ang Lee's personal guess. Perhaps Li Xiaolu was very persevering. It was hard to say.
After instructing Li Xiaolu, Ang Lee began to inspect the camp. He wanted to see if the soldiers under his command were ready. Ang Lee had to know if the masks were sewn. How was the sewing? Could they be used? How was the effect? How was the reaction of the soldiers?
"The sewing is not bad. How is it? Is it comfortable to wear?"
Ang Lee walked to the group of soldiers and asked with concern.
"Assistant Minister Li, it is not easy to breathe while wearing this. It is a little suffocating."
"Yes, it is indeed not as satisfying as breathing directly. However, it is better to be able to defend against the wind and sand."
"I just don't know how effective it is to defend against the wind and sand. If it is still a mouthful of sand, it is better not to wear it."
Obviously, for the soldiers of the Tang dynasty who had never used masks, masks were a very new thing. It was human nature to be suspicious of new things and think it was impossible.
Therefore, many soldiers had doubts about the masks and felt that the masks might not really play such a big role.
However, the facts would eventually prove everything. The masks invented by Ang Lee would never be useless. They would definitely play a big role. After using them, they would naturally understand.
"Without the dust mask, this is the only way I can think of. Soldiers, use it first! Whether it is effective or not, you will naturally know after using it. "
Ang Lee said.
In fact, the dust mask was also airtight. It was not comfortable to wear, but the protective effect of the dust mask was very good. At least, it was much better than the masks.
No matter what kind of protection it was, it was at the cost of breathing. However, many advanced masks in the later generations were equipped with magical things like breathing valves. They could improve the smoothness of breathing a lot and greatly reduce the suffocation of people. They were unanimously praised by users.
However, Ang Lee could not make such an advanced thing, especially in such a simple situation. For Ang Lee, it was enough to invent the simplest mask. He did not dare to hope for other aspects.
After walking around the camp for a long time, Ang Lee returned to his temporary tent.
Although the tent did not need to be dismantled when the convoy stopped to rest, it was only for ordinary soldiers. As a leader, Ang Lee would certainly be treated differently. It was impossible for the convoy to stop for two hours and let Ang Lee sit in the narrow carriage! That would be too cramped.
When he returned to the tent, Li Xiaolu was still practicing sewing the mask. She was quite serious. Her posture and movements were becoming more and more standard.
"You're quite serious in your training! En, not bad. You have made great progress. You know how to wrap the edges. However, these four ropes should be sewn in the middle of the six layers of gauze instead of sewing on the side. It would be too ugly and not beautiful. Take it apart and sew it again. "
Ang Lee requested.
Since Li Xiaolu was a little interested in learning how to sew, Ang Lee had to be strict. This way, her progress would be better and faster. If the requirements were too lax, the effect of the practice would be greatly reduced.
Li Xiaolu did not dare to disobey Ang Lee's words. She nodded very obediently. According to Ang Lee's request, she took off the mask that had just been sewn. After taking it apart, she improved it according to Ang Lee's requirements to meet Ang Lee's requirements.
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