This made Li Shimin anxious, and he wanted to trade one for one with me.

Cheng Jun bent down and carefully knitted the sweater. When he was a child, his grandmother loved knitting sweaters the most. Every year when it got cold, his grandmother would knit a sweater for the family. Since his grandmother got older, her eyesight has deteriorated and she has difficulty threading the yarn, so she asks him to help her thread the yarn.

At that time, her family members had advised her not to knit if her eyesight was poor, but the old lady was stubborn and insisted that she would not feel at ease during the New Year if she did not knit a piece for her family.

At the time, Cheng Jun was still young. When everyone else was against it, he expressed his support. However, he also felt that his grandmother was too old to knit properly, so he took the initiative to help his grandmother knit sweaters for the family.

Because of his exceptional talent, he learned everything quickly and mastered this skill at a young age.

However, even Cheng Jun didn't expect that what he learned as a child would come in handy after he transmigrated.

After resting for a while, Cheng Jun waved his wrist, looked up at everyone, and found that they were staring intently at the half-finished product he had woven.

Seeing that Cheng Jun had stopped, Cheng Zhong asked curiously:

"Sanlang, are you planning to weave this directly into clothes?"

Cheng Jun smiled and said, "That's right."

Cheng Chumo suddenly realized, "Now that you mention it, I realize that this is the prototype of clothing."

Cheng Chuliang said, "Third brother's cooking skills are really good."

"It's not just good craftsmanship, it's downright astonishing..." Cheng Zhong thought to himself.

In Cheng Zhong's memory, apart from fur coats made of animal hides, the clothes of the Tang Dynasty were basically made by first spinning yarn, then weaving cloth, and finally cutting the cloth into clothes.

Cheng Jun, however, directly wove the thread into clothes.

Such skill is unheard of.

Cheng Zhong asked curiously, "Where did Sanlang learn that from?"

“In the book.”

Cheng Jun gave a perfunctory answer.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Zhong stopped asking questions, as it touched on a sensitive topic, and asked:

"Sanlang, how long does it take to weave a garment like this?"

Cheng Jun started knitting again, saying, "If it's fast, it'll take two or three days; if it's slow, it'll take one or two months."

"Uncle Zhong, have your men make some more yarn; I need it."

Cheng Zhong responded, "Yes!"

Watching Cheng Jun's movements, Cheng Chumo eagerly said, "Third brother, let me try too."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Jun picked up two wooden sticks from the side and handed them to him, then gave him a ball of yarn, saying, "You need to do this first, then this..."

Director Cheng listened attentively and then sat up as Cheng Jun instructed.

After a long pause, veins bulged on Cheng Chumo's forehead. He put down the wooden stick in his hand and waved his hand, saying:

"It's too difficult, I can't learn it!"

Cheng Chuliang chuckled and said, "Big brother is really stupid, let me try it."

As he spoke, he took the two wooden sticks, placed the yarn on his calves, and began to knit.

Fifteen minutes later, he put down the wooden stick, his face ashen, and muttered, "Is this something a human could do?"

Cheng Jun said, both amused and exasperated, "You two should help me with the yarn."

It's really too much to ask them to do it.

Cheng Jun tried teaching the servants how to knit sweaters and was surprised to find that they learned very quickly.

Although the movements were slow, every step was flawless.

Cheng Jun nodded in satisfaction, praised them a few times, and told them that if they could weave a finished product, they would be rewarded with one string of cash.

Of course, the process of turning wool into yarn cannot be omitted.

As the saying goes, a great reward will surely bring forth brave men. Upon hearing that there was money to be made, and a whole string of cash at that, the servants were excited, as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and they worked even harder.

For the next four days, Cheng Jun stayed indoors, sleeping when he was tired, knitting when he woke up, eating when he was hungry, and continuing to work after eating.

Four days later, Cheng Jun not only knitted a sweater, but also a pair of woolen trousers.

Meanwhile, the other servants in the Cheng household who had learned to knit sweaters only completed one-fifth of the sweater in four days.

Upon learning that it was completed, Cheng Chumo and Cheng Chuliang quickly went to his house.

Cheng Yaojin also arrived.

Ever since I returned four days ago and heard about what Cheng Jun was going to do, I've been waiting for this day.

Cheng Yaojin had taken a day off today and was staying home. He arrived at Cheng Jun's room and stared wide-eyed at the white sweater and long trousers on Cheng Jun's bed, clicking his tongue in amazement.

"You actually managed to pull it off, you shrewd strategist..."

He looked at it carefully and realized that the size seemed to fit him.

Just then, Cheng Chumo's voice rang out from the side:

"I'll give it a try and see how it goes!"

Seeing him approach, Cheng Yaojin shoved him aside and said, "Let me try first!"

As he spoke, he picked up the sweater and held it up against his body. He immediately understood how to wear it, took off his clothes, and put the sweater on his bare chest.

"It fits quite well!"

Cheng Yaojin twisted his waist and stretched his arms as he spoke.

"That's right, I knitted the sweaters and pants based on your three measurements..." Cheng Jun thought to himself, then asked:

"Is it warm?"

Cheng Yaojin replied without hesitation, "It's warm!"

"It's warmer than the clothes I wore last year!"

After saying that, he added, "It's a bit prickly."

"Hmm...it still has a bit of flavor."

Cheng Jun smiled upon hearing this, "It won't smell so bad after a few days of sun exposure."

As for the slight itchiness, it's mainly because the sweater is handmade and hasn't undergone sufficient softening treatment, resulting in stiff and rough wool fibers.

But this isn't a big problem. After all, these first-generation sweaters weren't originally intended for people of the Duke's class.

The target audience for these sweaters is ordinary people.

The saying goes, "Behind the red gates, meat and wine go to waste, while on the road, frozen corpses lie." Winter is not a problem for the rich, but for ordinary people, who knows how many will freeze to death during the winter.

Having a sweater to keep warm is already a blessing; people don't care whether it's itchy or smelly.

Cheng Chumo then said urgently, "Father, have you worn enough? Let me wear some too."

As he spoke, he began to pull the clothes off Cheng Yaojin's body.

Cheng Yaojin glared at him and said, "Be gentle, don't tear the sweater!"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Chumo immediately softened his movements considerably.

Cheng Yaojin readily took off his sweater and handed it to him.

Cheng Chumo immediately changed into a sweater, felt it for a moment, and then solemnly looked at Cheng Yaojin and said:

"Who said this sweater is itchy? This sweater is fantastic!"

Cheng Yaojin rolled his eyes at him upon hearing this.

Cheng Chumo then looked at Cheng Chuliang, Cheng Jun, Cheng Zhong, and the group of servants at the door, and asked:

How do I look dressed?

Everyone nodded in approval and praised him. Cheng Zhong smiled and said, "Da Lang is dressed with great style."

Cheng Chumo grinned, touched the sweater, and said, "I think in winter, you don't need to wear an undershirt with this."

Cheng Chuliang exclaimed, "Brother, let me try it too!"