With the support of government policies, farmers with surplus land planted a lot of cotton in order to make more money.
Therefore, Daqin's cotton production this year exceeded expectations.
Just as the wool had been consumed, the workers in the wool factory could be temporarily transferred to the cotton factory to weave cotton cloth and make cotton-padded clothes and quilts.
"Mr. Mo, this is the blueprint for a cotton loom. Please hurry up and develop it."
Chu Yuening handed a drawing to Mo Ju.
The Qin Dynasty used hand-cranked silk reeling machines, which mainly spun hemp and silk. They were not suitable for cotton and were inefficient.
Although Chu Yuening knew how to use a textile machine, she didn't know its specific structure, so she had to spend 200 merit points to buy the blueprint from the system.
"Yes, my lady."
Mo Ju didn't say much, and left with the textile machine drawings in his hands as if they were a treasure.
The Queen finally remembered them. It was really boring to instruct workers in the furniture factory every day. It was more interesting to invent things.
Looking at Mo Ju's departing back, Chu Yuening sighed.
I hope the Mohist disciples can develop it sooner.
The wool mills have been shut down for several days.
Five days later, Chu Yuening was coaxing her baby to take a nap in the baby's room.
The weather was hot and humid, and Ying Zhao often couldn't sleep at first because of the heat.
But he was so small that the palace servants did not dare to use ice to cool the little prince down, so they could only fan him with a fan.
Fortunately, the system recommended a high-tech mattress to Chu Yuening, which can adjust the comfortable temperature according to the baby's body temperature, keeping it warm in winter and cool in summer.
With this magical artifact, Ying Zhao finally slept soundly.
When Chu Yuening returned to Qinian Palace, she happened to see Ying Zheng holding a piece of white cloth and looking at it.
"A Zheng, why did you come back by yourself today?"
The teasing tone made Ying Zheng's ears turn slightly red.
Yue Ning has been coaxing the little one every day recently and doesn’t come to take him for a nap.
If the mountain does not come to me, I will come to the mountain.
Just as Mo Ju came to report his research results, Ying Zheng took the opportunity to find Chu Yuening to discuss.
"Yuening, the Mohist disciples have developed a textile machine. This is the finished product."
"So soon?"
Chu Yuening took the white cotton cloth with half belief and half doubt.
The cloth is soft, delicate, breathable and comfortable, and is indeed qualified cotton cloth.
"The Mohist disciples are truly extraordinary!"
Chu Yuening sighed, and then a look of anxiety flashed in her bright eyes.
"Can the textile machines be put into use in the cotton garment factory? The workers in the woolen mill are very worried because they have nothing to do."
"Of course, I have ordered the palace craftsmen to assist Mo Ju and others in speeding up the production."
Ying Zheng held the woman in his arms, and her cloud-like softness filled his lost and empty heart.
"A Zheng, when will the wool from the Xiongnu be traded over here?"
"Winter is almost here, and I'm counting on these sweater products to earn more money from the nobles and wealthy merchants!"
Chu Yuening didn't plan to make money from cotton clothes.
Cotton-padded clothes are used to keep people warm, and the price will be affordable for everyone.
Wool products were rare and expensive, perfect for enriching the upper class.
"I have conveyed the secret order, I think it will be here soon..."
Ying Zheng's fingertips gently stroked the dark circles under the woman's eyes with loving care.
During this period, Yue Ning not only had to deal with factory affairs, but also had to worry about the little one, but she herself did not have a good rest.
Hearing the answer, Chu Yuening yawned sleepily.
I thought of the soft cotton cloth in my hand again, and my idea moved.
"A Zheng, I want to use this piece of cloth to make some underwear for my son. Cotton is soft and perfect for underwear."
"Yuening, do it to yourself first, your skin is just as delicate."
"I have it~"
The underwear that came in the novice gift pack was very comfortable. Although she had worn it for a while, Chu Yuening was not a person who liked to spend lavishly.
The topic came to an abrupt end, and the two continued to enjoy their rest time. After a while, the man's depressed voice was heard.
"Yuening has never made clothes for me."
In fact, what Ying Zheng really wanted was not clothes, but the care and preference of his beloved.
"Then make a set for my Ah Zheng first, okay~"
Chu Yuening felt a little guilty. She had sewn a lot of clothes for her son, but forgot to sew one for her husband.
She raised her head and kissed the man's tightly pursed lips affectionately to comfort him.
Jiuyuan County, inside the general's tent.
Meng Tian, wearing silver steel armor, sat at the top. He scanned the generals with his tiger eyes before speaking slowly.
"His Majesty has sent a secret order, ordering us to trade grain for wool with the Xiongnu."
These words were like drops of water falling into a frying pan, which immediately shocked the generals below.
Why would Your Majesty issue such an edict?
The Qin Dynasty and the Xiongnu are mortal enemies!
"General, isn't this aiding the enemy?"
"How many innocent people of our Great Qin have been killed by the Xiongnu? Should we still send them food now?"
"Exactly. Besides, what good is wool?"
The Huns came to the border every year to burn, kill and loot. The Qin people hated them so much that they wanted to drink their blood and eat their flesh.
Seeing that the generals were unanimous in their opposition, Meng Tian calmly asked a few questions in return.
"Will our Great Qin be short of food in the future?"
Thinking of the sweet potato yield of 10,000 kilograms per mu, everyone shook their heads.
"Since food can be easily traded, will the Xiongnu continue to raid frequently?"
Everyone suddenly realized that one of the purposes of the Huns' looting was to obtain food for the winter.
"As for why wool was exchanged, you should use your brains."
Meng Tian was too lazy to explain to this group of ruffians who only knew how to fight and kill.
Some of the generals looked ashamed, some scratched their heads in confusion, and some had their eyes light up...
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