I have been observing Mr. Yang's expression and gaze. After he asked these words, I was pleasantly surprised, because I could see that Mr. Yang's expression was a little surprised. He must have seen something that would show such a look and ask me this way.
"Yes, it was dug out from under my old house." I dare not tell the truth, but this is not a complete lie, this robe is indeed hidden in my house.
"Then your ancestor, is it... Is there someone entering the hallway?"
"No." I shook my head: "My ancestors are farmers, Mr. Yang. Although this is a Taoist gown, no one in my family is a Taoist priest."
"No, no, no, brother, you misunderstood what I meant." Old Yang explained: "I definitely didn't see that this is a Taoist robe, so I asked you this way."
"Old Yang, do you recognize this dress?"
"Let’s be destined, you take this dress and ask others, you probably can’t get any results. If you ask, I’m right. I happen to know this kind of dress. Brother, wait a minute."
Old Yang dropped his clothes, came out from the counter, and then went to the backyard. The street shops in the town generally have a backyard, which is usually used for people to live in. This is also convenient for the shopkeepers and business. Old Yang went there for a while, and when he came back, he took a sewing box.
"Brother, I'll tell you empty mouthed, I'm afraid you don't understand, I'll show you the mystery of this dress."
Old Yang took a very thin embroidery needle, and then carefully picked up a cloth thread from the robe. He put the cloth thread on his fingers and twisted it, and then slowly put the needle tip between the cloth threads. Stroked.
My eyes were very good. When Mr. Yang was holding the needle, I was also looking at it carefully, and after that, I could see what Mr. Yang was doing.
This piece of cloth is as thin as hair, but with a stroke like this with the tip of a needle, a finer piece of cloth can be separated. Old Yang slowly used the needle to pick it up for a long time, and from this thin cloth thread, there were nine thinner threads.
"Brother, you can see it." Old Yang brought the thread to me and said, "Each thread on this dress can be divided into nine filaments."
"Old Yang, I saw it, but what does this mean?"
"Brother, this dress is very rare. Don't look at the tattered clothes. In fact, you can't buy it even with more money." Mr. Yang put the needle away and said, "This is nine changes. A robe made of cloth woven from silk."
"Nine changes of silk?"
"Yes, Nine Changed Silk."
When Mr. Yang saw this ruined robe, he was actually intrigued. He didn't mention the closing of the door. He made two cups of tea and chatted with me across the counter.
Old Yang said that ordinary silkworms hatch from eggs, then eat mulberry leaves, grow up, and when they are about to become cocooned, they will spin silk and cocoon. However, there is a kind of silkworm that is very special. From hatching to cocooning, there will be nine kinds of changes. Therefore, this kind of silkworm is called nine change silkworm.
Each of the silk spit out by the nine-variety silkworm is composed of nine extremely thin silks. Woven into satin with such silk, the clothes made will have a magical effect.
The clothes made of Jiubian silk, on the hotter day, wear one, coolness, and on the hotter day, wear one, like a spring breeze. This one piece of clothing is enough throughout the year.
When Mr. Yang was in the south, he once saw a silkworm with nine changes
The silk gown, just a little gown, sold for three or four thousand taels at the time. And just this one, no amount of money can buy extra.
Because Yang is always a businessman, he knows that this kind of nine change silk clothes is so valuable, so he wants to check the place of production, so he can buy more and get the difference in the south. For this matter, Lao Yang went to great lengths to investigate for two years, and finally found out that there is only one person in the world who can raise Nine Change Silkworms. Therefore, all the clothes made by Jiubian silk are made by this person.
"Old Yang, who is that?"
"I'm a Taoist priest, people call him Jiubian Taoist." Old Yang said: "Check it out, the Jiubian Taoist turned out to be on our big river beach."
After Mr. Yang found out the source of the Jiubian silk, he sent someone here to find the Jiubian Taoist priest, and wanted to buy some silk from him. The people sent out eventually found the Jiubian Taoist priest, but they couldn't sell it. There is really no way, Mr. Yang's people can only go home.
"Old Yang, how long ago did you say this?"
"It must be twenty-five and six years, at least twenty-five and six years."
I thought about it. Twenty-five or six years ago, there was no one like me in this world.
"Brother, let me say that this Taoist robe was dug out from under your old house. Either your ancestors belonged to the rich and noble family. Otherwise, you can't afford this dress categorically, or your ancestors talked to Jiubian Taoist. This line has some origins. The Nine Bian Daoist's Nine Bian silk is not easy to give away." Old Yang reinstalled the Taoist robe, pushed it to me, and said, "Brother, I am afraid that your current situation is not very good. But this clothes, can you sell it or not, stay at home, don’t look at the shabby, but it is unparalleled in the world, it’s okay to keep it as a family heirloom."
"Lao Yang, when you sent someone back, where did you find the Taoist Nine Changes?"
"Xuankongguan, very far, in the north, next to Dapan Mountain." Old Yang said, "Why, do you want to ask about Xuankongguan? When I asked people to find the Taoist Nine Bounds, he was already more than 70 years old. Years old, more than 20 years have passed, and it’s hard to say whether it’s alive or not."
"I know, anyway, knowing the origin of this dress, I will be content. Listen to you, keep it in your hands, and be an heirloom."
Mr. Yang nodded and said yes, and chatted with me for a while. I saw that it was getting late and pretended to have something in my heart, so I said goodbye to Mr. Yang and came out of the shop.
As soon as I went out, I couldn't sit still for a moment. Although there is no evidence to prove that the Taoist Jiubian mentioned by Mr. Yang is the old Taoist who sent me to the village back then, I always feel that there can be no connection between the two. The clothes made of Jiubian silk are the best evidence. Mr. Yang also said that this kind of clothing is rare in the world, especially when it is made into a Taoist gown, I am afraid that only the old Taoist priest can wear it.
I was afraid that something else would happen later, and I immediately came to a cart and horse shop in the town. The door was closed, so I forced the door open. The shop owner saw that I was in tatters and knocked on the door so late, and he didn't look good after opening the door.
"I'm in a bit of a hurry. I want a big car." I didn't talk nonsense and took five yuan directly.
"Yes, there are big cars." The shop owner was initially angry, but when he saw the ocean in my hand, his angry face immediately smiled with the dog's tail flower.
The same.
Such carts and horses shops usually rent out carts and take a shortcut. There are several coachmen in the cart and horse shop. As long as the guests are willing to pay, they will be handed over to the guests with the cart. I can only drive boats, I rarely drive cars, and I am afraid of something wrong on the road, so I asked my boss if there is a driver who is familiar with the road.
"Yes, the coachmen in our shop are all veterans who have been running for half a lifetime. As long as you tell me a place, I can definitely take you there."
"Then you need a big cart, plus a coachman, and calculate how much money."
The shop owner was very attentive and settled the account, and hurriedly went to the backyard and called a coachman over. The coachman is indeed older, he needs to be in his sixties. However, I think that being older, running a lot, and having experience will save a lot of time, so I didn't say much.
"Guests, the money for the car has been calculated, and there is still a little bit left. The little shop will prepare some dry food for you, so there will be no change." The owner is very good at doing business and got some leftover steamed bread and pickles as change. I just want to hurry up early and don't care about it with him.
The coachman set up the car and immediately set off from the town. I sat in the car and had a few words with the driver. This coachman is sixty years old this year, his surname is Niu, and everyone calls him old Niu. Since his early twenties, Lao Niu has been working in this carriage shop, and there are indeed many roads to run.
"Uncle Niu, do you know Dapanshan?"
"Dapanshan, I know." Old Niu nodded and said, "That place is very remote. You want to go to Dapanshan?"
"Yes, go to Dapanshan."
"Go! Sit down!" Lao Niu knew the rules of the cart and horse shop, collecting money and giving away, no matter where the customer went, and he didn't ask the customer what they were doing, which saved a lot of trouble.
Lao Niu was in good spirits, and he didn't even feel sleepy when he was called in the middle of the night. I don't seem to be sleepy, chatting with Lao Niu. The old man is knowledgeable and humorous. He doesn't feel bored while walking and chatting.
In this way, the two of us drove all night. When the sky was shining, Lao Niu found a place to stop the car and said, "Brother, people who beat iron can't help but sleep. I'm getting older and sleep less. If you squint here for an hour, you should just sleep. Sleep, I woke up and went on the road."
I thought, I really have to maintain my strength. When I reach Dapan Mountain, I have to follow the mountain road up and down, so I slept in the carriage.
After sleeping for more than an hour, the car started again. I knew it was the old cow who woke up, but with sleepy eyelids and too lazy to move, he continued to doze in the car.
Lao Niu rushed from mid-morning to mid-afternoon, except for the horses to rest. I couldn't sleep well in the bumpy car, so I lay down and closed my eyes to rest.
In the middle of the afternoon, the carriage came to a bumpy path. I was a little dizzy and I sat up, planning to go out to get some air. The car slowed down unexpectedly.
"Old man, where did your car go? Can we take a ride? We pay."
"I'm a car driver, but I can't be the master. I have to ask my employer."
As soon as I heard it, I knew that someone wanted to take a ride on this road. It was not a big deal to drop by others, but before I showed my head, I felt that the voice of the person speaking seemed a little familiar. .
Familiar to familiar, but unable to remember for a while, I leaned forward to the car window and looked out.
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