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"Squad leader?"

Clara looked confused.

"Excuse me, what is a class monitor?"

Simply put, it means a manager.

Koi explained, while gesturing for the other students to listen quietly.

"When I and the teacher are not here, you are responsible for handling the daily affairs of the class. If the students have any problems to report to us, you will also be responsible for conveying them. In short, you are the bridge connecting the teachers and students."

Clara nodded seriously, keeping these words firmly in mind. She straightened her back and said solemnly.

"I understand, Teacher Jin. Please rest assured, I will do my best."

"That's good".

Koi nodded in satisfaction and was about to announce the end of get out of class.

"Don't rush off, everyone."

Clara had already turned around and addressed the hundreds of students below the stage.

The group, who were about to get up, sat down again, all eyes turning to the newly appointed class monitor.

Clara stood in front of the podium, composed and calm, her voice clear and powerful.

"The adults have prepared all the tools we need for making clothes, and they are placed in the open space outside the base. They told us that after class today, we will learn how to make clothes together."

Before he could finish speaking, the entire classroom erupted in chaos.

"Clothes? Can we really make new clothes?"

"I haven't worn decent clothes in a long time."

"That linen shirt I wore last time was patched upon patched; it should have been replaced a long time ago."

Excitement and anticipation were etched on every face, and the eyes of the women who had been imprisoned by goblins and were barely clothed were red-rimmed.

Koi originally planned to log off and rest, but seeing the students filing out one after another, her curiosity eventually overcame her fatigue.

She followed the crowd out of the teaching building, wanting to see what the clothing-making tools in the game actually looked like.

When she arrived at the open space outside the base, she was stunned.

What I saw before me was not the rudimentary game props I had imagined, but a complete, realistic, and richly detailed textile and garment workshop.

The foot-operated spinning wheel stood quietly at the edge of the field, the annual rings on the wooden disc clearly visible.

The dyeing vats are made of thick clay.

The frame of the loom was made of solid oak, and the shuttle was made of polished bone.

Beside the large cutting table, there were measuring tapes of different sizes, powder blocks, scissors, and a strangely shaped iron tool.

This is hardly a simplified, blocky model from a game.

These are clearly old items that master craftsmen in the real world have used for half their lives.

"Teacher Jin, do you know how to use these tools?"

Clara looked at the unfamiliar tools in front of her, her tone filled with a mixture of bewilderment and anticipation.

The koi fish did not answer immediately.

Her gaze fell on the spinning wheel, her eyes gradually becoming deep, as if she could see into the depths of a distant memory through the object before her.

The image of Grandma's calloused yet incredibly skillful hands moving between the spinning wheel and the loom.

In my childhood, I would lie on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and watch the cotton wadding turn into fine threads on my grandmother's fingertips on afternoons.

And there was that old-fashioned iron, polished to a shine by Grandma, which had been with her for most of her life…

Those memories that I thought I had long forgotten suddenly surged into my mind with such clarity.

"meeting".

She answered softly, her tone calm.

With her sleeves rolled up, Jinli walked over to the spinning wheel and sat down.

Stepping onto the pedal with my left foot, the large wooden wheel began to slowly turn with rhythmic footwork, causing the thin spindle to spin rapidly.

"The complete garment-making process consists of six steps."

She looked up at the hundreds of students who had gathered around her.

And there was also Fengxue and several other players who had somehow joined in to watch the fun.

His tone naturally switched to classroom teaching mode.

“Selecting materials, spinning yarn, dyeing, weaving, cutting, and finally sewing—each step is indispensable. If any step is omitted, the finished garment will have problems.”

Koi stood up and walked to the wooden box next to her, which contained various raw materials. She took out several different fabric materials one by one and displayed them.

"Let's talk about the materials first, this is wool."

She picked up a fluffy, white ball of wool and passed it around for the people next to her to see.

"It has excellent warmth retention, but the fibers are relatively coarse and will prick the skin if worn directly next to the skin. It is suitable for making outer coats, winter clothing linings, or clothing that requires extra warmth."

"This is cotton."

She picked up another soft, delicate white material.

"The fibers are fine and soft, absorbent and breathable, making them the most comfortable to wear next to the skin. The downside is that they are prone to pilling and have slightly poor abrasion resistance. They are suitable for making underwear, summer clothes, or inner linings."

She also introduced hemp fiber, which is strong, durable, and breathable, but has a slightly rough feel, making it suitable for making work clothes or outer robes worn during labor.

"To make a garment, you must first think clearly about three things."

Koi's voice was clear and organized, and his gaze swept over the people who were listening attentively.

"Who will wear it? When will it be worn? What will it be used for? Once you understand these three questions, you'll know what material to choose."

The people in the audience nodded thoughtfully, and many of them had a look of sudden realization on their faces.

"Now, let's take cotton as an example and go through the complete garment making process."

Koi sat back down beside the spinning wheel, lightly pressing the pedal with her right foot, pinching a small ball of cotton in her left hand, and guiding her right hand toward the tip of the rapidly spinning spindle.

With a soft, rotating sound, the cotton was gently stretched and twisted by the spindle's rotational force, and a thin, white cotton thread, as fine as a hair, flowed continuously from between her fingers, winding evenly and neatly around the spindle.

The whole process was smooth and seamless, without the slightest hesitation, as if she had repeated this action hundreds of times.

"When spinning thread, your hand must be steady and not trembling."

She explained calmly as she operated the equipment.

"If the thread is pulled too tight, it will break easily; if it is too loose, the spun thread will be uneven in thickness. When woven into cloth, the surface will be uneven, which is neither beautiful nor strong. The right hand feeds the material, the left hand pulls the thread, and the foot pedal must maintain a constant speed. The three work together and none can be omitted."

The scene was completely silent.

Everyone, whether NPCs or players, was captivated by the skillful and rhythmic movements.

Fengxue stood on the periphery of the crowd, watching Jinli's nimble hands deftly twirling on the spinning wheel, her eyes flashing with undisguised surprise.

"Koi fish, you can do this too?"

She asked in a low voice.

"I learned a little bit from my grandma when I was little."

The koi carp did not raise its head, and its hands did not stop moving in the slightest.

"I never thought I'd be able to use it in a game."

The yarn is spun; the next step is dyeing.

Koi placed a large pot of water on a makeshift stove to heat it, and then added the prepared dye.

When added to water in the correct proportions, the clear water quickly turned into varying shades of red, blue, and yellow.

"Dyeing requires precise control of heat and time."

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She placed the spun cotton bundles into three dye vats and gently stirred them with a long wooden stick.

"If the soaking time is too short, the color will be light; if the soaking time is too long, the color will be dark. The specific time for dyeing depends on the weather, the material, and the desired depth of color."

"After dyeing, take it out and rinse it repeatedly with clean water until the water is clear, then hang it up to dry."

While waiting for the dyeing process to complete, Koi led everyone to the loom.

“Weaving is the slowest and most patient step.”

She sat on the high stool of the loom, carefully threaded the dried white cotton thread into the warp beam, and then began to rhythmically press the pedals to guide the shuttle back and forth between the warp and weft threads.

The crisp sound of the shuttle echoed rhythmically across the open space.

Under her control, fine threads intertwined and gradually formed a smooth and dense fabric.

“A skilled craftsman can weave one or two feet of cloth a day at most. To make an adult’s long gown, it would take seven or eight days just to weave the cloth.”

She spoke calmly, but the NPCs below the stage fell silent.

Many of them have never worn anything more than the roughest linen or cobbled-together tattered animal hides in their entire lives.

I never knew that a seemingly ordinary but decent piece of clothing required so many steps, so much time, and so much patience.

After the fabric was woven, the koi carefully removed it from the loom and laid it on the large cutting board.

She used her palm to repeatedly push and press the fabric from the center outwards to ensure that every part was flat and smooth without any wrinkles.

Then, she took a roll of yellowed paper from the wooden shelf next to her and unfolded it.

Various geometric shapes were meticulously drawn on the paper with charcoal pencils.

The front panel, back panel, sleeves, collar—every part is marked with precise dimensions.

"This is a paper pattern."

She explained, while laying the paper on the fabric and carefully tracing the edges with white powder.

"Cut the fabric according to the corresponding paper pattern for the size of the garment. The paper pattern is the foundation. If you cut it wrong, the whole piece of fabric will be ruined."