bullyxtreme Chapter 390 Silk Textile
Chapter 390 Silk Textile
The stool made a heavy sound when Han Qiyue threw it aside.
Han Qiyue raised her eyes and looked at the stool she threw out. She felt that something was wrong with this stool.
But Han Qiyue himself couldn't tell what was wrong.
Out of curiosity, Han Qiyue turned and looked at the wooden stool he had thrown out.
I saw that the wooden stools, which were not exquisitely made, were full of scars, and in some places, there were even cracks.
From the exposed wood grain, Han Qiyue felt that it should be ordinary wood.
But why does the weight feel a little off?
When she threw it out just now, the stool seemed a bit heavy. According to this weight, the stool should be made of relatively precious wood such as sandalwood, ironwood or wenge.
But when Han Qiyue looked at the grain of the wood, he saw that it was the most ordinary poplar wood.
Since he felt this way, Han Qiyue immediately picked up the stool he had thrown away and weighed it.
The weight is indeed wrong, it is much heavier than ordinary poplar and willow.
Han Qiyue suspected that this wooden stool had another mystery, so she immediately started looking around to see if there was another stool that she could use as a reference.
Soon, Han Qiyue found another stool that looked similar. If he guessed correctly, these two ordinary-looking stools should have been made together.
Han Qiyue was holding a stool in one hand. The weight of the two stools was about the same.
"This is a bit strange." Han Qiyue muttered to himself.
The weight was clearly wrong, but she couldn't see anything wrong.
Han Qiyue thought for a moment, packed up the two stools, and then continued to search in a large pile of wood.
This time, Han Qiyue's eyes were not only looking for tables, but also looking for tables, chairs and benches of the same style that were similar to these two.
In fact, Han Qiyue couldn't tell specifically what was wrong with the table, chairs and bench, but she just felt that there was something wrong.
After Han Qiyue's arduous efforts, she finally found two other stools. In addition, there was a table with similar styles and materials.
Han Qiyue put all these in the system space.
While searching for these, Han Qiyue found another Kang table. It looked pretty good, but a lot of the paint on it had fallen off.
Han Qiyue thought that if he tinkered with it again, it would be a very good table.
Han Qiyue brought two tables to the door first.
The old man who was warming himself by the fire didn't know where he was, so Han Qiyue went back to pick up the book he was interested in.
However, the old man still did not come back.
Han Qiyue could only stand by the stove to warm himself, waiting patiently for the old man to come back.
But Han Qiyue read many pages of the book, but still didn't see the old man coming back.
She could only go outside and shout loudly for the old man.
Don't tell me, someone actually answered.
It was coming from a room next door.
"Comrade, what did you choose?"
"I chose a wooden table and some books."
"It's five cents a pound. You put it on the scale next to you and weigh it yourself."
Han Qiyue couldn't help but sigh, this era is really simple, is this okay?
But Han Qiyue still put all the things he selected on the scale and weighed them.
Han Qiyue did not take out the tables, chairs and benches that had been placed in the space. Instead, he estimated the weight. A set of tables, chairs and benches was calculated as one hundred kilograms.
Han Qiyue put down a total of eight yuan, then carried his things away.
Of course, Han Qiyue would definitely not carry so many things back to school stupidly.
After leaving the waste recycling station, Han Qiyue placed the larger Kang table in an inconspicuous corner, carried the smaller one by himself, and took out a net bag to put half of the books in it. With.
As for the remaining half of the books, they were also placed in the space.
This time the weight is reduced by half.
After carrying it for a few steps, Han Qiyue felt that he was really fascinated. Why did he have to hold the thing in his hand at this time?
She could have taken these things out when she was almost at school and moved them to the dormitory openly.
Han Qiyue returned to the dormitory, where several girls were talking.
I was quite curious when I saw Han Qiyue coming in carrying a table.
"July, why did you come back after moving a table?"
"When I had nothing to do, I went to the recycling bin to look for some books. I happened to see this table and thought it would be good to put on the bed, so I brought it back with me."
Hu Yuanyuan looked at it for a while and said with a smile: "Really, I never thought about it before. Putting a small table on the bed will make it much more convenient for doing homework and reading."
Han Qiyue replied with a smile: "When you come back, you can also go to the waste recycling station to find one and bring it back."
"I'm going next weekend. I won't be able to catch up this week." Hu Yuanyuan really considered the feasibility of putting a table on the bed.
Han Qiyue fetched water to clean the rag, and then scrubbed the table carefully.
Apart from the peeling paint, the table didn't suffer much damage. After cleaning it, Han Qiyue was thinking about when to add some paint to the table.
After the water stains on the table dried, Han Qiyue placed the table on the bed. This table was just right on the bed.
"How can you sleep like this?" Ma Anmei looked at the position and felt it was inappropriate.
"When you go to bed at night, just stand like this under your feet so that you don't delay your sleep. I've seen it all. If you stand like this, you won't fall down."
With that said, Han Qiyue really demonstrated to a few people.
In fact, Han Qiyue did not plan to stand the table under his feet at night, but planned to put it in the space, but this must not be said.
Several girls tried it and felt that it was quite stable standing like this, and they immediately became interested.
"How about we go find one, so we don't have to fight for a table. When we're lazy, it's the same as reading in the dormitory."
Han Qiyue nodded immediately: "Yes, when there are no classes in the future, instead of going to the classroom, it will be the same as studying homework and reading in the dormitory."
As Han Qiyue said, he actually sat on the bed and started reading.
She sat cross-legged on the bed. Although the kang table was a little lower, it was much better than holding the book in her hands.
Han Qiyue did not read his textbook, but casually pulled out a book from the book he brought back today, which happened to be a book on textile technology.
She found several books on textile technology today, and she couldn't figure out how these books ended up in the recycling bin.
You know, there are very few books like this in the first place. If there is one every now and then, it is naturally treated as a treasure.
But the biggest advantage of Han Qiyue is that he doesn't bother to explain things that he doesn't understand.
Although this book is not about cotton textile technology, but silk textile technology, Han Qiyue feels that it is always beneficial to read more.
Han Qiyue was reading and taking notes carefully in his notebook.
Seeing Han Qiyue reading seriously, others were too embarrassed to interrupt and began to read seriously.
Just when several girls were immersed in the joy of reading, Han Qiyue suddenly heard someone making loud noises outside.