I am not Song Qinzong

"Everyone, the production cost of cotton cloth can be verified when you go back." Zhao Huan stopped everyone's urge to learn on the spot, and continued: "I just want to say one thing, the key to the popularity of cotton cloth in the world is cotton. In the future, who can grow enough cotton?" , Whoever controls the cloth industry in the world!"

With the raw materials in hand, I have everything in the world, which is applicable in any industry.

However, the embarrassment is that due to the poor technology in the past, cotton mostly exists as a flower.

In fact, it wasn't until the birth of Huang Daopo that cotton cloth completely became the mainstream.

The reason why Zhao Huan launched cotton spinning was of course to solve everyone's clothing problem.

Today's cloth is so expensive that it is difficult for the common people to afford it.

If the cotton cloth can be spread on a large scale, the common people will save a lot of money to wear clothes.

Most importantly, the textile industry at this time is the best entry point for the rise of capitalists.

Fields, workers, cotton, transportation...

If there is not enough scale, the sale of cotton cloth cannot be done well.

Cultivating the capitalist class is good for Donggong?Especially when the technology is freely available.

In fact, there is no visible benefit.

At most it's a good name.

But in the long run, it will be of great benefit to the nation.

In later generations, during the opium war, did Britain and France sell opium?

Of course, this is the business with the quickest money, so of course you have to use force to enlighten it.

But, besides opium, there is a second most lucrative business in cotton cloth.

Zhao Huan hopes that one day, when these capitalists find that the domestic market is saturated, they will turn their attention overseas.

With the super assimilation ability of the Chinese people, these dumping places will sooner or later become their own private plots.

Seed-removing mixer, cotton-spinning spine bow, three-spindle pedal spinning car...  

[-] seeds

Time flies, it seems that in the blink of an eye, the Mid-Autumn Festival is here.

The alley to the north of the East Palace is composed of courtyards with three entrances.

Those who live here are all the soldiers and generals of the Eastern Palace.

Amidst the sound of ticking horseshoes, Bingchen arrived at the gate of his yard.

After getting off the horse with the big package, he knocked on the door.

Amidst the creaking sound, the courtyard door opened.

Seeing Bing Chen, the old man who opened the door asked in surprise and joy: "Hey, Chen'er, why are you back?"

"Your Highness is kind enough to let me take a half-month vacation in turn, so I came back." After explaining, Bing Chen said again: "Father, are you and mother healthy?"

"Okay, okay~" Father Bingchen replied with a smile on his face, and said again: "It's all thanks to His Highness's blessing, whether it's Yinger or the child in his stomach!"

Originally, as a personal guard of the Eastern Palace, Bingchen could only send his monthly salary back to his hometown so that his parents could spend their old age peacefully. He was absolutely incapable of building real estate in Kaifeng Mansion.

Of course, with his current monthly salary of eighty guan, he couldn't afford it.

But don't worry, with the interest-free loan provided by Donggong and the background of Donggong, winning a courtyard is easy and stress-free.

Therefore, Bingchen brought his parents over.

Although I am not used to this and that when I come to the big city, the conditions are definitely countless times stronger than the wind and sand in my hometown.

The most important thing is that because the prince is in charge, Bingchen is also out of the order.

Yinger's real name is Wang Ying, and she is the daughter of the Wang family, a wealthy family in Suzhou.

Naturally, the Wang family will be unlucky if they follow Zhu Xi to make a fortune.

If Zhao Huan hadn't been inspired by Yu Ren and left behind a group of women, Wang Ying would have to go to Liuqiu for a while.

Death is estimated to be impossible, because of perfect organizational measures and adequate medical insurance, more than [-] people were sent to Liuqiu, and less than [-] died of illness. On the contrary, more people died of accidents due to various circumstances.

However, everything in Liuqiu starts from scratch, hard work is inevitable, and there is no way to stay in Kaifeng comfortably.

Originally, Bingchen only planned to take Wang Ying as his concubine.

After all, after being just a prisoner, even if he is well-educated and has a gentle temperament, how can he be worthy of the important ministers of the Eastern Palace today?

But who has sharp eyesight, the elders who serve are satisfied, and the most important thing is that the stomach is strong and pregnant.

Therefore, it is logical for the concubine's room to become a regular wife.

When going to the backyard, the soldier's mother also helped Wang Ying out.

Seeing that his mother seemed to be cooking, Bing Chen frowned and said, "Mother, my son has so much salary, wouldn't it be worry-free to hire a cook?"

The soldier's mother smiled and said: "I'm used to it, and I'm not tired. It's much better than before. Why spend that spare money to hire a cook."

"I've seen the officials." Wang Ying saluted timidly.

Bingchen nodded and said: "You are heavy, so you should rest more, you don't need to pay attention to these common etiquettes."

The old men are full of spirit.

In the eyes of Bingmu, Bingchen is drifting away.

"You prodigal son, why don't you come to help your wife?" The soldier's mother scolded, and then said: "If you could find such a daughter-in-law in previous years, it would be smoke from the ancestral grave. What's the difference now?" Satisfied?"

Bingchen touched his nose and took Wang Ying.

The soldier's mother snorted coldly, and said: "Go into the house and stay there, the old man and the old lady are going to cook."

After her parents left, Wang Ying said timidly, "The tired official is being scolded."

Being scolded by his old mother, Bing Chen was naturally a little depressed, but he didn't take it to heart.

Saying that it's okay, Bingchen helped Wang Ying into the main room.

The couple sat down separately, Bingchen opened the package, took out two mirrors, and said: "There is nothing good about Salmon Island, so I brought a mirror back for you and mother."

Seeing Wang Ying, she couldn't even close her eyes.