Outside the window, the moon shadows are everywhere, the trees are swaying, the moonlight is blowing by, and the window screen sways in the wind.
Under the dim oil lamp, Huang Jincheng looked at the latest issue of the Yunzhou Weekly.
"Young Master, take a break early. No matter how generous Yunzhou is, he will never publish the drawings of the textile machine in the Yunzhou Weekly."
Xiaosong is Huang Jincheng's book boy, following him He has been like the worms in his stomach for many years, and he knows very well why Huang Jincheng can't sleep today.
Huang Jincheng put down the newspaper and sighed, "Eight spindles, these are eight spindles! If we had this textile machine, it would be easy to unify the Jiangnan textile industry!"
Why can't the production of silk and cotton cloth be increased? It's all because there aren't so many textile women!
With Yunzhou's textile machine, one person can be used as eight people, how crazy? ! "The third brother is really unreliable. I have to go to Yunzhou in person." Xiaosong said anxiously: "How can this work? The master has given many instructions to let him Don't come to the north. It's already a risky move for you to come to Hezhong Prefecture in secret. How can you go deeper into Yunzhou? "
Huang Jincheng is the heir of the Huang family, because he has outstanding abilities and has been polished for many years. It is equivalent to half of the Huang family's conversation.
If Huang Jincheng was in Yunzhou, the Huang family would definitely be damaged.
Huang Jincheng certainly knew the reason why a gentleman was not conducive to the dangerous wall, but his eyes fell on Yunzhou Weekly.
Glass, cotton, law of the industry, commercial tax reform, civil servant recruitment...
Huang Jincheng's intuition told himself that although the three counties in Yunzhou and the same clan are of the same origin and clan, they are in that one Under the promotion of Duke Yun, the three counties seemed to have to choose a path that their predecessors had never set foot.
Is this a great roc spreading its wings and rising from the wind or a flash in the pan? The waves in the sea need Huang Jincheng to see them personally with his own eyes.
This involves the entire Huang family's sidelines and cannot be ignored.
"I have decided, and there is no need to persuade me. We will visit Lu Qiniang tomorrow. We are from Xiangzhou and the two families have many interactions. I believe she will be willing to provide help for a simple task."
When Huang Jincheng made up his mind to go north to Yunzhou, Yunzhou Weekly had been sent to Kyoto day and night by many caravans.
The city bell broke through the river fog, and the six hundred arches in the Zhuque Gate woke up one after another.
The fish walker outside the south gate stepped on the dew and unloaded the first ship of Yellow River carp.
I don’t know if it’s because of the flood this year, the carp are quite big.
Not far from them is the Lu family bun shop.
The steamer in the shop squirted out the aroma of crab roe soup buns. The prostitute wearing green silk rose up the curtain, and the golden steps on his temples swayed with the roasted pork skin in the carrying box.
"Welcome to come again next time."
The prostitute happened to pass by the caravan. After a glance at the four words "Yunzhou Weekly" at the end of her eyes, she stopped the caravan: "Give me a newspaper. Are you from Yunzhou? What's new in Yunzhou recently? You can all send newspapers here, can you bring them in fragrance, aromatherapy, and soap?"
The leader of the caravan quickly drew a "Yunzhou Weekly" and handed it over: "The production of aromatherapy and soap this year is not enough, and they were all eaten before leaving Hezhong County. People in the factory said that they will increase next spring. Planting should be delivered to Kyoto before the New Year."
The female prostitute looked disappointed on her face. Although she could make fragrant herself, she always felt that she was not as domineering as Yunzhou perfume.
The prostitute lazily counted a few copper plates and handed them over: "If you have goods, remember to deliver them to Juchun Tower."
"Finish!" The caravan leader glanced at him. A female prostitute, she knew that this was not a money-deficient person. She moved her heart and whispered.
"Yunzhou plans to build a Liuli Factory. If the finished product is produced, can you bring one or two pieces?"
The prostitute raised her eyebrows: "A pill of medicine jade of 10 or 20 ounces?"
The caravan leader laughed: "The girl is so humorous. How can Duke Yun look at the medicine jade of 10 or 20 digits?"
The female prostitute was a little unbelievable: "Only the craftsmen in the inner court know about the secret color of glass. Can Yunzhou be successful?" "The person in charge of the glass business is Madam Su. If it cannot succeed, how could Duke Yun let him go? Her daughter went to be the person in charge? "
The female prostitute believed it, and Duke Yun's image of pampering three children was deeply rooted in people's hearts.
"The single piece is no more than one hundred coins, you can ship it to me and let me take a look."
"Good!" The caravan leader was about to laugh, although the glass factory had not yet achieved success, although the clouds were still in the past. The glassware produced in the state does not even have a shadow, but the customers have it! Isn’t this a deal?
The prostitute gracefully returned to Juchun Tower and met the sisters who were enjoying flowers in the garden. She ordered a piece of glassware and said it out loud on the spot. "You, you must have been deceived! The next year, the prodigal businessman will fool you with the money from the public. Do you want to give it or not?"
The female prostitute picked a flower of her. The flower was inserted into her head and said carelessly: "How can they have the courage? This Liulichang is obviously a treasure pot used by Duke Yun to make money. Whoever did her business would have a few heads would not be enough for her to cut."< br>
The other sisters thought this made sense.
As for buying glassware with one hundred jin, is it expensive?
Not expensive!
Just like the flowers in this garden, they are all cultivated in winter greenhouses and are expensive.
But when putting it in this open-air garden, the flowers in the greenhouse will last for only two or three days, and you will have to change them again.
After one winter, I don’t know much money.
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"By the way, please order two for me."
After the prostitute told the sisters about the caravan contact information, she no longer cared about this matter.
She looked at the trembling flowers in the cold wind and was stunned. Since Juchunlou was transferred by the original owner to Li Ge Lao's son, Juchunlou has become more and more luxurious.
The guest had a thousand or eight hundred stale penthouse in his pocket and was embarrassed to step into the building.
When the cold wind blew, the Yunzhou Weekly Newspaper, which was originally placed aside by a female prostitute, was flipped up.
The prostitute pressed her hand and her eyes instantly stopped.
Foot-tread textile machine? Spinning eight spindles at one time?
The childhood experiences that were originally hidden deep in my memory suddenly exploded in my mind.
She was originally from Qiongzhou, her father was a fisherman, and her mother was a weaver mother.
Dad risked his life every day to fish in a boat, but he couldn't fill his family's stomach.
My mother spins the yarn day and night, and her eyes are almost blind, but the yarn she spins out is not enough to pay tax.
Qiongzhou was hit by a disaster, and my younger brother fell ill again. My mother rarely cooked fish rice and sent herself to a carriage with a man's teeth.
The road was so far, so far that she couldn't remember her parents' faces, and only remembered the squeaking spinning wheel in the dark.
The prostitute thought to herself, how good would it be if Ah Niang had a textile machine like Yunzhou at that time?
Can you afford the tax? Can you avoid hunger?
The prostitute felt her cheeks cold, and she stretched out her hand and was covered with tears: "Xiaohong, tell the caravan, I'll buy three more!"
It is better to make money to Duke Yun. (This chapter ends)