Hearing what the young female said, Yuan Lang felt a bit nervous himself.
After setting the warp threads and completing a series of preparations, Wu Yue finally sat down nervously in front of the simple loom.
CREAK CREAK, CLACK...
CREAK CREAK, CLACK...
The sound repeated over and over.
The cloth Wu Yue was weaving was about the width of her arm.
It was Yuan Lang's first time seeing a woman use a loom, and he stood to one side, watching with great curiosity.
But as time passed, he looked at the finished product in front of the young female—not even as wide as his little finger—and felt utterly dismayed.
"I think I'll go work on the city wall first. It's going to take a while before there's enough to even notice."
'He never knew weaving was such a time-consuming task. No wonder a good bolt of cloth is so expensive.'
Wu Yue looked up and rubbed her aching neck. "Okay, you go on ahead. Weaving isn't something you can rush, and besides, I'm not very skilled at it yet."
