The happy life of a prodigal

Zhao Yan looked very happy.

For some reason, she always thought of that summer a year ago.

I seem to be standing here, holding a sword, wanting to act chivalrously.

Unexpectedly, it almost changed his life.

At that time, she just thought that her plan to escape from Kyoto Prefecture had been changed.

Check it out now...

Quite emotional.

Zhao Yan sighed.

The voices of various vendors not far away can be heard endlessly.

Looking at a sugar figurine shop, Zhao Yan also remembered that on the Lantern Festival a year ago, when she and Fang Xiu walked side by side, Fang Xiu bought herself a sugar figurine, which looked similar to her appearance.

It's very funny, thinking about it, she said, "Fang Xiu, do you think that sugar man looks good?"

Fang Xiu turned his head, glanced at the sugar figure, and said, "It looks good."

Zhao Yan stared at the sugar figure without saying a word.

Fang Xiu didn't speak either.

Zhao Yan stomped her feet suddenly, and walked forward angrily.

Fang Xiu stood behind, watching this scene, feeling puzzled for a while.

You asked if the sugar man is good-looking, and I answered you too, why are you angry?

Ah......

woman.

Fang Xiu was thinking about going up, and said a few words of comfort.

At this time, there was a sudden noise not far away.

"The best silk, the best cloth, don't miss it when you pass by! One piece only costs one penny!"

"Everything you want is here, at a favorable price, at a favorable price!"

When Zhao Yan heard this voice, she stopped suddenly, turned her head to look at Fang Xiu, with little stars in her eyes, and said, "Go, have a look."

After hearing this, Fang Xiu felt a little speechless.

With so much money, why do you have to join in the fun?

After being speechless, I was a little curious again.

Whose cloth is this, and it only costs a penny?

You know, the textile industry in Dachu is actually not that developed.

The loom has been developed to a certain extent, but the spinning machine is still the same as it was hundreds of years ago.

There is only so much output, and the price has always been high.

When Fang Xiu was nothing, he once thought about improving the machine to make money.

But his engineering knowledge is probably inferior to that of a high school student. After looking at the weaving machines, he still gave up.

Choose to write a book, open a restaurant, and make money.

Even so, he has a certain understanding of the cloth price in this capital city.

In this land of Gyeonggi, it is the most inferior cloth, and it is impossible for a piece of cloth to be less than ten Wen.

This horse is worth a penny, no matter what, it should be a loss.

No wonder Zhao Yan wanted to join in the fun.

After all, with such a cheap price, it is impossible for anyone to be indifferent, let alone a girl.

Fang Xiu sighed, although he was helpless, he could only follow along.

There were a lot of people gathered in front of the cloth shop, and without thinking, they all came for the cloth worth a penny.

To Fang Xiu's surprise, the people standing in front of the cloth house were not tall and thick men, but a few maidservants who looked a little delicate.

The little maids held different pieces of cloth in their hands, and shouted in a crisp voice: "Don't squeeze, line up, line up, one penny for one piece, as long as you give money, there will be some!"

"Ah, Fang Xiu, don't tell me, these cloths are quite beautiful, I thought they were all..."

As Zhao Yan was talking, she turned her head to look at Fang Xiu. After seeing his eyes, her expression changed a little, and she pinched him angrily, "What are you looking at!?"

"I read......"

Just as Fang Xiu was about to speak, he stopped in a hurry, and changed his words: "I see those cloths, they are really pretty good."

"Bah! Dogs can't get ivory out of their mouths!"

Zhao Yan cursed, and continued to watch those people looting those penny cloth.

Suddenly, she seemed to have seen something, a look of surprise appeared on her face, and she said, "The color of these pieces of cloth, I always feel a little familiar, as if I saw it there..."

Chapter 8 Twelve Endless Spinning Machines

Looking at the colors of those cloths, Zhao Yan felt more and more familiar.

After a while, she suddenly thought of something, grabbed Fang Xiu's arm, and said loudly: "I remembered that Lin Wanqing gave me a few pieces of cloth some time ago, which were of this color, and she asked me if I could look at it! "

When Fang Xiu heard this, his face showed surprise.

Fang Xiu knew about Lin Wanqing.

On the surface, it looks very weak, the standard Yirenju oiran template.

But in fact, it is very strong. Fang Xiu once gave Zhu'er a sum of money, but in the end he gave it back.

Apart from occasionally coming to Fangfu to play cards and eat, she really didn't rely on Fangfu for anything.

Some time ago, I did hear her say that she wanted to open a cloth shop, and she borrowed about 500 taels of silver from Baolefang.

Wang Baole thought that he had met this girl in Fang Mansion, and he had also heard about the so-called Miss Wanqing and the young master's past, so he wanted to give some more money, and he didn't want to write an IOU.

But in the end, everything is in accordance with the rules.

Fang Xiu even heard Wang Baole mention this matter, that is, the 500 taels of silver, within a few days, Lin Wanqing returned it to Baolefang, not less than the principal with interest.

only......

Fang Xiu looked at Zhao Yan and asked curiously, "How much do you think these pieces of cloth are worth?"

When Zhao Yan heard this, her face showed a thoughtful look, and she replied after a while: "It depends on the location, if it is placed in an ordinary cloth shop, it is at most a hundred yuan a horse, if it is placed in some large cloth houses, Or the cloth shop used by the emperor, it is hard to say.

Any amount of silver is possible, but this cloth can indeed be called the best. "

Because of King Ning's matter, Zhao Yan and Lin Wanqing were more or less at odds at first, but now they are really called sisters.

It wasn't much better, but it wasn't what it used to be either.

Therefore, what Zhao Yan said should be considered fair.

After Fang Xiu heard this, he showed a thoughtful expression on his face, and said: "The cloth of hundreds of cash is sold for a penny, and every piece of cloth sold is a loss of 99 cash. Even if the cost is taken out, then Also lost a lot.

That being the case, how did Lin Wanqing earn her money? "

When Zhao Yan heard this, she also thought of this, and said, "That's right, what does she rely on to earn money? Could it be that the cloth she has is free of cost?"

After the words fell, a middle-aged woman next to her spoke: "Are you all from other places?"

Fang Xiu and Zhao Yan felt a little helpless when they heard this, but they still nodded and said, "It's considered that they are from other places, what's the matter? Does this cloth village have anything to say?"

"Of course it is!"

The middle-aged woman hugged a few pieces of cloth and said with a smile: "First of all, it is impossible for this cloth shop, or any shop in the world, to trade at a loss. There is a reason why this cloth shop sells so cheaply. "

"What's the reason?" Fang Xiu and Zhao Yan were both curious.

The middle-aged woman said: "The reason is her family's machine."

"machine?"

When Fang Xiu heard this word, he always felt a little absurd, as if he was not in Chu State, but returned to the modern age before he traveled.

The middle-aged woman nodded, and said: "It's a machine, we weaving, we all use our hands, spinning and weaving little by little, but others are different.

The owner of this cloth village, speaking of it... the owner of this cloth village also has some background, Yi Renju, you know that?

Now it is Xin'anhou's restaurant, but it was not in the past. It used to be the land of smoked willows. The owner of this cloth shop is named Lin, and his name is Lin Wanqing. Xin'an Hou..."

Zhao Yan interrupted before she finished speaking: "You should just talk about the machine."

"That's right, that's wrong again, this machine..."

The middle-aged woman paused, and continued: "Bigger cloth houses have looms and spinning machines. You need to spin the yarn first, and then weave the cloth after the spinning. I'm afraid you young people are not good at it." Know.

I used to do some work in a cloth shop. I saw that the loom was very fast. It took a moment to weave a piece of cloth. The slow one was the spinning machine, which took half a day to spin a thread. Slow as hell.

I heard that when the owner of the cloth shop was spinning by himself, he suddenly thought of a way to improve the spinning machine, then found a carpenter, and borrowed some silver from Baolefang.

I don't really believe this, but Baolefang is the place where the Marquis of Xin'an is located. Who in the entire Kyoto Prefecture doesn't know about Lin Wanqing and the Marquis of Xin'an?

If she wants money, does she need to go to Baolefang to borrow money? "

"Say the machine."

"Okay, let's talk about the machine. I borrowed some money and hired a carpenter to modify the spinning machine. I also named it the endless spinning machine. The name is also somewhat meaningful.

You said that this spinning machine just has no rest? "

The middle-aged woman was still babbling on and on.

The expressions of Fang Xiu and Zhao Yan changed a little.

The Endless Spinning Machine... a strange name indeed.

This Lin Wanqing had previously said that she wanted to be a dancer in Fang Mansion?

Now that there is another endless rest, does it mean that there is no rest?

What is this man thinking?

Zhao Yan fell into deep thought.

Fang Xiu was also lost in thought.

What he thought about was not the trivial things that Zhao Yan thought about.

It was the endless spinning machine that brought back some of his memories.

He clearly remembered that the so-called industrial age started with a machine called the spinning jenny.

Why does it sound like the Endless Spinning Machine is so similar to the Spinning Jenny?

Moreover, he just received Bai Xiaochun's letter.

This barbarian has also arrived in Nanyang.

Obviously the action is faster than I imagined.

What are the Hu people going to Nanyang for?

If this machine can really greatly increase the speed of weaving, how will the price of cloth change?

What did such a change bring about?

The pirates in Southeast Road are almost wiped out. Shouldn't the shipping start?

Fang Xiu is not good at engineering, let alone science, but he is good at history.

Inexplicably, he always felt that this history was a strange coincidence with his memory.

Is it true as the textbook said.

Some things are not accidental, but inevitable.

If he hadn't appeared in this land, and hadn't been the so-called Xiaoge elder, wouldn't the state of Chu be the same as the ones in his memory?

Thinking of this, Fang Xiu felt that his thoughts were a little messy, and wanted to go into the cloth village to have a look.

I was thinking about it.