Could it be said that if this world really has its strengths, it must also have its shortcomings?

Yaomei is not good at reading and writing, but she is clever and clever.

This Amei has a first-class IQ, but is clumsy?

"Did you break it? How did you break it?"

Feng Yongdeng was a little dumbfounded. Feng Yong had seen today's spinning wheels. The structure was simple and clear at a glance. It should be considered a relatively primitive type.

Simple means that it is easy to operate. I never thought that Amei could even break this, and she was considered a talent.

"Before the master asked me to make more clothes, my maid was spinning with Gouzi's mother, thinking about adding something to the spinning wheel, but she didn't think about it, so... just..."

Amei said.

"Add something to the spinning wheel?"

Feng Yong was stunned, thinking that Amei, who usually seemed quiet, was secretly someone who liked to tinker with things?

"It's okay. What do you want to add to the spinning wheel?"

"Yes, I know my mistake. I won't dare to do it again in the future."

Amei said with a trembling voice.

Feng Yong looked at Amei who was almost turning into a quail. He remembered that she had taken good care of him properly on weekdays. In recent days, she had become very fond of her in her studies, so it was hard to talk about her now.

"Get up first. Why do you want to add something to the spinning wheel?"

"Yes. Thank you, Master."

After Amei stood up, she still lowered her head, not daring to look at Feng Yong, "My maid has been weaving with Gouzi's mother for a long time, and her waist and legs will feel sore and numb. The maid is thinking that the master is doing that."

Isn’t the reason why the chairs come out just to make it easier to sit more comfortably on weekdays?”

As he said that, he quietly raised his head and glanced at Feng Yong. Seeing that he didn't blame himself, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued, "My maid was wondering if we could change the appearance of the spinning wheel.

Wouldn’t it be better to do it higher?”

"Why go to all this trouble? If you really want to sit on a chair and spin, why not just put the spinning wheel in a higher place? Or just add a shelf under the spinning wheel?"

Feng Yong shook his head gently, thinking that for such a simple thing, it was necessary to dismantle the spinning wheel and redo it?

"My maid thought the same way at the beginning." Amei plucked up the courage, "I added a stand to the spinning wheel so that my feet would be free. It is indeed much more comfortable."

"Then how come you broke the spinning wheel?"

Feng Yong is even stranger.

"Originally everything was fine. But while the servant girl was sitting there, her feet kept kicking against the shelf below. She almost knocked over the spinning wheel several times. I was thinking about giving my feet something to do, so... just..."

Feng Turtle's eyes suddenly widened and he looked straight at Amei's feet.

Amei felt Feng Yong's burning gaze and was so frightened that she took two steps back and hid her feet under her skirt as much as possible.

"Take me to see it!"

Feng Yong couldn't care anymore, he grabbed Amei and rushed directly to the house where Gouzi's mother usually spins cloth.

Gouzi's mother was sitting at the spinning wheel spinning at this time. The spinning wheel had been raised a lot as Ah Mei said, but the bottom frame was probably a temporary addition and was a bit rough.

What Gouzi’s mother is sitting on is not a chair, but something that looks like a chair made of a few wooden boards.

There were also Gouzi and Niuwa in the house. There were strange-shaped pieces of wood under their feet, and they didn't know what they were messing with.

Seeing someone suddenly rushing in, the three people in the room looked over. When they saw that it was the owner's house, they were so frightened that they quickly stood up and saluted and cheered.

Feng Yong ignored them and went around the spinning wheel a few times. Except for the temporary shelf, there was nothing else, which made Feng Yong a little disappointed.

"Tell me, what else do you want to add to this spinning wheel to give your feet something to do?"

Feng Yong pointed to the spinning wheel and asked Amei.

"It's like a grinding wheel."

Amei stammered.
Chapter completed!