Outside the window, the moon's shadows are everywhere, the shadows of the trees are swaying, the moonlight is blowing gently, and the window screens are swaying in the wind.
Under the dim oil lamp, Huang Jincheng took the latest issue of "Yunzhou Weekly" and read it over and over again.
"Master, go to bed early. No matter how generous Yunzhou is, it will not publish the drawings of textile machines in Yunzhou Weekly."
Xiaosong is Huang Jincheng's servant. He has followed him for many years and, like a worm in his stomach, he knows very well why Huang Jincheng can't sleep today.
Huang Jincheng put down the newspaper and sighed, "Eight spindles of yarn! That's eight spindles! If we had this loom, it would be easy to dominate the textile industry in Jiangnan!"
Why has the production of silk and cotton never increased? It’s all because there aren’t enough weavers!
With Yunzhou's textile machines, one person can do the work of eight people. How crazy is that?!
"Old Third is really unreliable. I have to go to Yunzhou myself."
Xiao Song said anxiously, "How can this be possible? The master has already warned you not to come to the north. You sneaking to Hezhong Prefecture is already a risky move, how can you go deeper into Yunzhou?"
Huang Jincheng is the heir of the Huang family. Because of his outstanding abilities and years of training, he is already half the boss of the Huang family.
If Huang Jincheng died in Yunzhou, the Huang family would definitely suffer heavy losses.
Huang Jincheng certainly knew that a gentleman should not stay under a dangerous wall, but his eyes fell on Yunzhou Weekly.
Glass, cotton, economic boundary law, commercial tax reform, civil servant recruitment...
Huang Jincheng's intuition told him that although the three counties of Yunzhou and the Duke of Yun were of the same origin, under the promotion of the Duke of Yun, the three counties seemed to choose a path that no one had ever taken before.
Is this a roc spreading its wings and rising with the wind, or a flash in the pan, like waves in the sea? Huang Jincheng needs to see it with his own eyes.
This involves the entire Huang family's stance and cannot be taken lightly.
"I have made up my mind. No need to persuade me anymore. Let's go visit Lu Qiniang tomorrow. We are both from Xiangzhou, and our two families have many connections. I believe she will be willing to provide some help."
When Huang Jincheng made up his mind to go north to Yunzhou, "Yunzhou Weekly" had already been delivered to Kyoto by many caravans traveling day and night.
The city bell broke through the river fog, and the six hundred neighborhoods inside the Suzaku Gate woke up one after another.
Outside the South City Gate, fishmongers tread on the dew as they unload the first boatload of Yellow River carp.
I don’t know if it’s because of the flood this year, but the carps are all quite big.
Not far from them was Lu’s steamed bun shop.
The steamer in the shop emanated the aroma of crab roe soup dumplings. A prostitute in a green silk jacket lifted the curtain and walked out. The golden hairpins on her temples swayed along with the roasted pork skin in the box.
“You’re welcome to come again next time.”
The prostitute happened to pass by the caravan and caught a glimpse of the words "Yunzhou Weekly" from the corner of her eye. She stopped the caravan and said, "Give me a newspaper. Are you from Yunzhou? What's new in Yunzhou recently? You can deliver the newspaper, so can you also deliver perfume, incense, and soap?"
The leader of the caravan quickly pulled out a copy of the Yunzhou Weekly and handed it over: "The production of aromatherapy and soap this year is not enough. They are all eaten up before they leave Hezhong County. I heard from the people in the factory that they will increase the planting next spring, and it should be delivered to Kyoto before the New Year."
A look of disappointment appeared on the prostitute's face. Although she could mix perfume herself, she always felt that it was not as overbearing as Yunzhou perfume.
The prostitute lazily counted out a few copper coins and handed them over: "If you have any goods, remember to send them to Juchunlou for me."
"Okay!" The caravan leader took one look at the prostitute and knew that she was not short of money. He was moved and said in a low voice.
"Yunzhou is planning to build a glass factory. If there are finished products, can I bring you one or two?"
The prostitute raised her eyebrows: "Twenty cents a pill of medicinal jade?"
The leader of the caravan laughed: "What a sense of humor, girl. How could Duke Yun be interested in a dozen or so medicinal jades?"
The prostitute was a little skeptical: "The secret color of colored glaze is only known by the craftsmen in the inner court. Can Yunzhou make it?"
"The person in charge of the glass business is Madam Su. If it can't be done, why would Duke Yun let her daughter be the person in charge?"
The prostitute believed it, and the image of Duke Yun doting on his three children became deeply rooted in people's hearts.
"Each item should not exceed 100 guan. You can bring them here for me to have a look."
"Good!" The leader of the caravan smiled so hard that his face almost broke. Although the glass factory had not yet been completed and there was no sign of glassware produced in Yunzhou, there were customers! Wasn't this a deal?
The prostitute returned to Juchun Tower in a graceful manner. When she met her sisters who were admiring flowers in the garden, she jokingly told them about the fact that she had ordered a piece of glassware.
"You must have been cheated! Next year, that unscrupulous merchant will use common goods to fool you. Will you give him the money or not?"
The prostitute picked a flower and stuck it on her head, saying nonchalantly, "How dare they do that? This Liulichang is obviously a treasure trove that Duke Yun uses to make money. Anyone who ruins her business will have several heads to chop off."
The other sisters thought this made sense.
As for spending one hundred strings of cash to buy glassware, is it considered expensive?
It’s not expensive!
Just like the flowers in this garden, all of them are grown in greenhouses in winter and are very expensive.
But once placed in this open-air garden, the flowers in the greenhouse will not last more than two or three days and will have to be replaced with a new batch.
After a winter, a huge amount of money was spent.
"Tomorrow, I will also send someone to order some Yunzhou colored glass products. The money doesn't matter. What I want is the appearance."
"I'm going too."
"Please order two for me."
After the prostitute told her sisters the caravan's contact information, she no longer cared about the matter.
She stared in a daze at the delicate flowers shivering in the cold wind. Ever since Juchunlou was transferred by the original owner to the son of Lord Li, it has become more and more luxurious.
If a guest did not have at least 1,800 cash in his pocket, he would feel embarrassed to step into the building.
As the cold wind blew, the "Yunzhou Weekly" that had been placed aside by the prostitute began to flip through the pages.
The prostitute pressed her hand and her gaze froze instantly.
A foot-operated loom? Eight spindles at a time?
The childhood experiences that were 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.
Dad risked his life every day to fish in a small boat, but he could never feed his family.
My mother spun day and night and her eyes were almost blinded, but the yarn she spun was not enough to pay the taxes.
Qiongzhou suffered a disaster and my younger brother fell ill. My mother rarely cooked fish rice and sent me to the carriage of a human trafficker.
This journey was so long that she could not remember her parents’ faces. She only remembered the squeaking sound of the spinning wheel in the darkness.
The prostitute thought, how great it would be if my mother had a textile machine like the one in Yunzhou at that time?
Can we afford the tax? Can we stop going hungry?
The prostitute felt her cheeks were cold, she wiped them with her hand, and they were all covered with tears: "Xiaohong, tell the caravan, I want to buy three more!"
It's the same as making money, so why not give it to Duke Yun? (End of this chapter)
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