On the second day, all the female workers arrived at the workshop within the specified time and went to their designated positions.
Yesterday's one day of teaching was clearly not enough.
It took Zhao Jun several days to learn by himself, not to mention these female workers who he was meeting for the first time.
So Zhao Jun has been walking around every room to provide guidance these days.
They were also given some cotton to practice with, and gradually some female workers started to get the hang of it.
The next night, Tu Feng and her sister slept in the rest room in the workshop.
Her sister did not cause any trouble as she said.
Tu Feng was even one of the first female workers to get started.
Zhao Jun observed silently for a few days and then felt relieved.
These female workers performed very well and almost all of them were able to stay.
Gradually, the Shumian Workshop began to get on track, and several workshops began to produce cotton clothes in an orderly manner.
Ever since Zhao Jun taught all the female workers how to weave, she rarely went to the workshop every day.
It was agreed that the management of the workshop would be handed over to Qingliu and Xiao He.
She and Fusu have been free for the past two days.
Now that they have some free time, the two of them want to go back to their old business.
Winter is coming, and Beidi County is notoriously cold.
So Zhao Jun and Fusu, along with General Wang Li, began to look for coal mines in the north again.
According to the translation of modern maps, this place in the north should also have coal mines.
Sure enough, within two days they discovered a coal mine near a remote ravine in the north.
Both Zhao Jun and Fusu were familiar with the subsequent affairs.
Compared with Xianyang, the colder north has a greater demand for coal mines.
The King of Zhao also discussed with the county governor and planned to sell it to ordinary people at a price similar to that in Xianyang.
At this time, Ying Zheng, who was far away in Xianyang, finally received the letter from Zhao Jun.
This was what they had agreed upon before, and the letter indeed said that Ying Zheng should send people to deliver cotton clothes.
Zhao Jun roughly estimated the results of the workshop during this period. Adding the time that Ying Zheng sent people on the road, there should be nearly a thousand pieces, but this is still far from enough for the soldiers at the border.
Ying Zheng read the letter carefully over and over again. Apart from talking about cotton, it didn't mention anything about private life.
There was no mention of when he would return.
She used to say hello to him when she wrote back, but now there isn't a single extra word.
Could it be that he is so happy living in the north with that guy named Xiao He that he doesn't want to leave?
And the same goes for Fusu. He never wrote a letter to me to tell me the situation.
So after reading the letter, Ying Zheng angrily asked Sun Cheng to prepare hot pot.
But Zhao Jun and Fusu, who were far away in the north, had no idea what he was thinking.
Because at this time an acquaintance came from the north.
Early in the morning, Wang Li took over shifts with the soldiers guarding the city gate.
Every morning is the busiest time at the city gate, and it is also the time when the soldiers are most vigilant.
Because the merchants in the Jidu Market basically come early in the morning to reserve a spot.
So there will be more soldiers at this time and the inspection will be more thorough.
Just as Wang Li was standing on the city wall as before, guarding against the people below the city, a roar suddenly came from the distance.
As soon as Wang Li heard it, he knew that it was the sound of a large number of people riding horses.
Could it be that the Huns were attacking? He was suddenly startled and ordered everyone to be on alert.
When he saw the shadows of the group of people from afar, he immediately recognized them.
"It's General Meng Tian!"
So now, the King of Zhao sat aside, quietly watching Fusu and Meng Tian talking excitedly.
After the two finally finished reminiscing about the past, Zhao Jun greeted Meng Tian.
"General Meng Tian, I haven't seen you for a long time."
"We meet again, Master Zhao."
Meng Tian smiled heartily.
"Fusu had said before that he would go back to Xianyang with the general. You are almost done with Shangjun now. Are you planning to return to Xianyang at the end of the year?"
Zhao Jun asked in confusion, otherwise she really didn't know why Meng Tian came here at this time.
"Yes, Shangjun was relatively peaceful this year, so I completed the handover early and was preparing to return to Xianyang. I happened to hear that you were back, so I thought of coming over to see you and go back with you."
"Is that so? That's perfect. Fusu was originally looking for you to go back with him."
Zhao Jun smiled and said, "It is indeed so."
Hearing her say this, Fusu's expression also slightly slanted.
"Let's not talk about this for now, Lord Zhao. You know how famous you are in the North. Your fame has even spread to our Shangjun."
Meng Tian sat on the chair next to him and teased.
"Really? How did it get to Shangjun? What did they say about me?"
Zhao Jun was still a little surprised.
"It was spread by the merchants. Many blond, blue-eyed Tibetans passed through Shangjun and praised the Northland and you to madness."
"First, he said that the trade here is good, then he said that the recently opened cotton workshop is even more beneficial to the people, and finally he said that all this is thanks to the new lady from the north."
"They were talking about how incredibly talented this gentleman was. Not only was he young and beautiful, but he was also incredibly smart and intelligent."
Meng Tian truthfully described the rumors he heard in Shangjun.
The more Zhao Jun listened, the more he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, trying hard to control himself and show a hint of shyness.
Helpless but really happy.
"Ahem, those businessmen are exaggerating. Although I have made some contribution, it is far from this level."
Zhao Jun coughed twice and spoke seriously.
"Haha, that doesn't matter. It's all thanks to the adults."
Meng Tian waved his hand indifferently.
"Oh, by the way, on the way here, I heard Wang Li say that the Lord and the Young Master have been working on some kind of fire-making stone lately."
Meng Tian looked at Zhao Jun in confusion.
Wang Li still had to guard the city wall and did not come with him. He just told him what Zhao Jun and Fusu had done recently.
"General, you may not know that this kind of stone is called coal. It's used to burn fires and is quite common in Xianyang these days."
The King of Zhao also asked Fusu and Meng Tian to explain in detail the role of coal mines, etc.
Unexpectedly, after listening to the whole story, Meng Tian suddenly trembled.
"What? There's such a good thing. Doesn't my Shangjun need it more?"
When Meng Tian heard that this was a good thing, he immediately thought of his soldiers in Shangjun.
If my soldiers in Shangjun also had something like this, at least the tents wouldn’t be so cold at night.
You should know that the winter in Shangjun is colder than in the north, and there are not many trees in Shangjun, so there is not enough firewood to burn every winter.
"Master Zhao, you are so unkind. Why don't you think of bringing such a good thing to us, Shangjun?"
"The weather is even colder in Shangjun, and there are so many soldiers who need to keep warm!"
Meng Tian immediately stood up from his chair, his upright figure like a small mountain.
The sitting Zhao Jun looked particularly petite against him.
This, what a development.
The King of Zhao turned his head and glanced at Fusu.
Fusu held his forehead helplessly, he had not expected this.
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