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Chapter 261 Silk

Weaving is a task that can easily become tedious.

The weaving motion is simple, but it is repetitive. The shuttle is passed from the left hand to the right hand, and then from the right hand to the end. One pedal is lifted and another is lowered, and then another is lifted and this one is lowered. This is the motion that is repeated over and over again, and you have to sit on a stool and not move an inch.

Most importantly, weaving is a job where it's very difficult to see results. You might work all day and not even weave a meter of cloth. You just watch the shuttle fly back and forth in your hands, but it takes a long time to see any results.

The main room of Bai Ling's house was filled with beastmen. The beastmen in front could be seen clearly, but the beastmen behind had to stand on tiptoe and crane their necks to see what Bai Ling was doing.

In their view, Bai Ling was tossing that thing called a shuttle back and forth, raising and lowering her feet, but she wasn't weaving any cloth.

When knitting a sweater, you can still tell what's being done. But when weaving silk, it takes a long time before you can see the fabric being woven.

Some orcs, seeing no results, simply went about their own business, while others decided to wait and see what kind of silk Bai Ling wove.

Finally, the clan chief Zhan started to shoo people away: "Go do what you're supposed to do, don't all stay here guarding. Ling said that silkworm cocoons can be made into beautiful silk, so go and collect more silkworm cocoons when you have nothing to do, so that you won't have any silkworm cocoons to use when you want to ask Ling to weave silk for you."

The remaining beastmen laughed and agreed to the exhibition, then lingered for a few more moments watching Bai Ling weave cloth before heading out to do their own thing.

Zhan and several elders, as well as the eldest and third elders of the central tribe, did not leave. They took a stool, sat down, and stared at Bai Ling weaving cloth.

Bai Ling's weaving movements are simple and repetitive, like a machine running according to a program, but if you watch for a long time, it seems to have a special kind of beauty.

Yue also left. He was going to the Greenwood Tribe to collect silkworm cocoons. Yue unconditionally believed everything Bai Ling said. Since Bai Ling said that silk was smooth and beautiful, then silk must be so smooth and beautiful that it would be dazzling. He wanted to collect as many silkworm cocoons as possible and then make beautiful silk.

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After lunch, Bai Ling sat on a stool and began weaving. She only went to the toilet in the backyard once in between. The rest of the time she sat on the stool weaving, and only occasionally would she raise her head to move her shoulders and arms.

At first, they just wanted to see how Bai Ling wove cloth. Later, they became curious about how such a simple action could produce silk. Eventually, they couldn't take their eyes off her.

From the moment Bai Ling began weaving a piece of silk a finger's width wide, the group's eyes could see nothing but the dazzlingly beautiful silk.

They couldn't describe how beautiful that narrow piece of silk was. In front of that almost dazzling silk, they even forgot how to speak. They just stared at the beautiful silk and then stood up involuntarily, surrounding Bai Ling.

The only sounds in the room were Bai Ling pedaling and the loom spinning. There were no other sounds. Zhan and the other elders, as well as the eldest and third elders of the central tribe, could only see the silk and hear the sound of Bai Ling weaving.

Even the laughter and chatter of the beastmen in the courtyard, and the sound of the spinning machine, could no longer be heard.

The orcs reeling silk in the courtyard were also very interested in silk. They were tired from their work, so they sat down and talked for a while before going inside to look at it together.

When the orcs saw them gathered around the loom, staring blankly at Bai Ling's weaving movements, they were initially a little puzzled. But when they saw the silk that Bai Ling had woven, they were all speechless with shock.

Did Ling pluck the white clouds from the sky and put them on the loom?

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In one afternoon, Bai Ling wove a piece of silk about half an arm's length long. To make it easier for the people of her tribe to see what the silk looked like, Bai Ling cut the silk off the loom.

The silk was about one meter long and half a meter wide. It felt light and weightless in my hand, and when unfolded, it wasn't a very large piece.

But this small piece of silk caused a sensation in the Gaoshu tribe.

This sensation was no less than when Bai Ling found the right way to eat cassava, no less than when Bai Ling led everyone to build a beautiful and bright house, no less than when Bai Ling created the first piece of ironware, and no less than when the beastmen were shocked to eat steamed buns for the first time.

The beastmen couldn't even describe the beauty of the silk in words. They felt it was like the white clouds in the sky, the bright moonlight, and the shimmering golden light on a lake in spring. It shouldn't even be something that could only exist in the human world; it should be clothes that only the beast god could wear.

The beastmen washed their hands and arms with soap, dried them with the softest animal hides, and only then dared to touch the beautiful silk.

The silkworm cocoons are beige, and the woven silk is off-white. When Bai Ling reeled the silk, fifty silkworm threads were twisted together. In addition, this silk was spun by wild silkworms, so it is not as smooth and light as silk on Earth. Even so, silk is a divine object that can only appear in dreams for the orcs.

The smooth silk was passed from hand to hand among the orcs. Each orc who touched the silk was as careful as possible, touching, stroking, and squeezing it with the utmost care. Some orcs held the silk high in front of their eyes to examine it closely, while others gently rubbed it in their palms, trying to use as much skin as possible to feel the texture of the silk.

The silk passed through all the orcs, and finally returned to Bai Ling's hands.

Countless eyes turned to Bai Ling, their fervent gazes almost piercing through him. Though they said nothing, Bai Ling understood the beastmen's hopes.

Bai Ling smiled and said, "I will teach everyone the skills of silkworm raising, silk reeling, and weaving. In a few years, everyone will have clothes made of silk."

The orcs cheered and expressed their gratitude to Bai Ling. Some of the older orcs even came up to hug Bai Ling, which made Bai Ling feel very embarrassed.

After the clansmen had all left, the family members came forward to congratulate Bai Ling. Chen was the most emotional, giving his brother a big hug and looking at Bai Ling with eyes full of admiration: "Brother, you are really amazing."

Although Feng and Cang didn't say anything, their faces were full of pride. Yue's grandfather and great-grandfather also looked at Bai Ling with smiles on their faces. Yue's eyes were the most complicated, with admiration, love, joy and pride. His eyes were full of Bai Ling and could not accommodate anything else.