Hey, today over at Yangzhou Yunjin Workshop, a string of process kites went up in the air! Master Zhang scratched his head facing mountains of silk baskets: "Ms. Xiao! The 'silk selection and dyeing' stage is jammed! The baskets are piled higher than Huwa's block tower!" Huwa squatted on the windowsill giggling, clutching a kite with a snapped string—it turned out he had folded the Mozi conveyor belt blueprints into a kite and flown it, and now all the workshop sections relied on kite strings to drag the silk baskets along with a creaking sound. Moli looked at the swaying silk baskets and laughed heartily: "Well! This 'Huwa's kite conveyor belt' shakes even more than the pulleys in Chang'an!"
"Pei Hongxiu! Quickly bring over the Windmill Counter!" shouted the Protagonist. Pei Hongxiu raised an eyebrow with a smile, carrying a windmill carved with Huwa's portrait as she charged into the workshop: "Check this out! The wind-powered version of the counter! One rotation of the windmill equals ten inches of brocade!" She placed the windmill right on the windowsill, and the northwest wind blew so fiercely that the gears spun wildly, making the counter spit out wooden tokens bearing windmill patterns with a clacking sound. A young apprentice exclaimed in awe: "Even livelier than our Mawangdui Lantern!"
Amidst the chaos, a weaver was using a kite string as a jumping rope: "Ms. Xiao! This string is tougher than my foot-binding cloth!" Moli swiftly pulled back the silk thread, which d…
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