Chapter 480 Woolen Fabric
"Yes, Madam, this is the woolen cloth the weavers spent three months experimenting with. The fine and soft one is cashmere, but it's in low production and expensive. This thicker one is wool, and it's ready for mass production now!"
"Young Madam, can we let the Wan family buy all the wool?"
Manager Wan was excited when he talked about these woolen cloths.
The skillful weavers in the southeast can spin wool and weave cloth as fast as cotton spindles.
The most important thing is the large clothes made of woolen cloth, which are lighter and warmer than cotton jackets, and the price is only 30% of that of mink coats.
This inexpensive and high-quality thick woolen cloth is very suitable for winter in Beijing and the south.
As long as ordinary people have a few hundred coins, they can buy a thick and stylish winter coat. It is simply tailor-made for ordinary people with a little more money.
When Manager Wan thought about the hundreds of thousands of residents in the capital each having one, his blood boiled and his heart was filled with excitement.
This is a big business that can rewrite the family tree!
He just wanted to quickly buy a large amount of wool on the grassland, preferably like fresh cattle and sheep, and let the Wan family monopolize it.
Song Liyun held the woolen material in her hand and pondered. This kind of fabric is actually most suitable for the army. The Zhenbei Army has to wear armor in battle, and usually wear a padded jacket inside the armor.
But the iron armor was cold and did not keep you warm in the ice and snow.
According to Zhao Tingduo, the number of soldiers killed and injured by frostbite on the battlefield was actually greater than those killed in battle.
The Di people wore leather robes that kept out the wind and cold, allowed them to move freely, and showed considerable fighting power.
This is also the reason why Di bandits always plunder in winter.
When Zhao Tingduo wears armor, she always wears a layer of soft lambskin waistcoat inside to protect herself from the cold. Of course, not everyone has this configuration.
If the Zhenbei Army could be equipped with woolen base clothing and armor plates, their combat effectiveness would be instantly improved.
Seeing that Song Liyun seemed to be lost in thought, Manager Wan suppressed his impatience and did not urge her. He just served her tea and drank it slowly.
This is a big deal, and one cannot eat hot tofu in a hurry. Considering the relationship between the Wan family and Song Liyun, he believes that they will not be disappointed.
Sure enough, Song Liyun only thought about it for a moment before nodding and saying, "I can provide the wool to the Wan family on behalf of Mida City!"
"But there is one condition, that is, we have to buy back the woolen cloth at a low price!"
"Buy back? Why? Mida City needs woolen cloth? How low is the price?"
Before Manager Wan could even show a smile on his face, he asked a series of questions in surprise.
Could it be that Song Liyun wanted to sell it alone at a high price?
Manager Wan didn't believe this.
He has known Song Liyun for several years, from the initial few sheepskins and cowhides to now.
The girl in front of me is not a greedy person. She always lets several parties participate in the cooperation in the form of dividends and shares, and everyone shares the soup and meat.
This is a shareholding cooperative system, and its ability to withstand risks is greater than going it alone.
You must have other plans now!
In fact, Song Liyun had not thought about the specific operation method. It was just an idea. Besides, it involved the Zhenbei Army, which was not something she could decide.
"Uncle Wan, I plan to sell woolen cloth to the military camp. The price won't be too high. But you believe that the Wan family will definitely make a profit."
"Military camp?" Manager Wan was a little confused. Even though he had been in business for half his life, he had never thought of any connection between his woolen cloth and the army, and he didn't even think of it as military supplies.
He stammered, "Can a sergeant buy a cashmere coat?"
"Of course not a cashmere coat, Uncle Wan. This needs to be discussed with the garrison commander before a decision can be made. In addition, as long as the Zhenbei Army wants cashmere coats, I guarantee that I can get another silk business for the Wan family, also a business of 10,000 sets!" Song Liyun said with a smile.
Manager Wan was completely dumbfounded!
Ten thousand sets of clothes can be sold at one time without setting up a stall or opening a store to sell them one by one.
"Are you serious? Madam, I'm not young anymore and can't withstand the turmoil of the storm. Do you know that if you say this, I won't be able to sleep for three days and three nights!"
Although Manager Wan was joking with a calm expression, his breathing became noticeably faster.
"Uncle Wan, please don't get excited. This is just my idea and it doesn't count!" Song Liyun can't make a decision casually now. If she doesn't say this, she can't explain that she wants to interfere.
Manager Wan didn't believe it at all. Song Liyun had never told a lie in these years. Whatever she said, it was almost always true.
Something was on his mind, and he suddenly became restless. Manager Wan could no longer sit still. He stood up and said, "I'm coming here this time, and I'm not in a hurry. You can discuss it slowly."
As he spoke, he walked out in a hurry. As soon as he went out, he bumped into Zhao Tingduo who was walking in.
Just now, Manager Wan was discussing business with Song Liyun, while he was in the study room next door, chatting and drinking tea with Song Dekui and Lin Qingyuan, and inquiring about the news outside.
Zhao Tingduo doesn't care much about various businesses, he only cares about the various dynamic changes in the grassland tribes.
In Song Liyun's words, she only needs to build a stage and provide Ayun with a safe haven, and she doesn't have to do things that she is not good at or doesn't like.
Just now he heard Lin Qingyuan say that there were rumors among the people that the Di Lu royal court was delivering a letter of credence to the capital of the Wu Dynasty, requesting to be treated as a vassal state.
As we all know, the Di Lu people had no country. Where did this letter come from?
Although these rumors came from storytellers in taverns and teahouses, they were not credible enough.
But there is no wind without waves, and everything has a cause.
After hearing this, he hurried over to discuss it with Song Liyun, but he didn't expect to run into the anxious Manager Wan.
Manager Wan is already in his fifties, how can he compete with Zhao Tingduo who is in her prime?
The two of them bumped into each other, and Manager Wan fell back into the house. Song Liyun was so shocked that she stood up and cried out, "Oh my! Is Uncle Wan injured?"
Zhao Tingduo stepped forward sheepishly and helped Steward Wan up. "I'm sorry, Steward Wan, I wasn't paying attention! What's the matter that made you so anxious to leave?"
Manager Wan rubbed his waist and smiled bitterly, "City Lord, Madam, please don't be polite. It was an old man like me who was dazzled and didn't see the road, so I bumped into the City Lord. It's okay, it's okay!"
As he spoke, he quickly walked out of the yard!
Zhao Tingduo was a little surprised. Manager Wan had always been very steady, but today he was a little unusual.
Song Liyun brushed off the dust that Steward Wan had smeared on his collar and said with a smile, "Ashi, what are you doing again? Did Master Lin and Uncle Kui tell you something?"
Zhao Tingduo said "Hi" but didn't mention his own affairs: "Manager Wan is an old fox, why is he so flustered?"
Song Liyun pulled him to sit down: "Ashi, I have something to discuss with you!"
Zhao Tingduo sat down next to Song Liyun, put his arm around her shoulders and rubbed them, and said absentmindedly, "Well, tell me! What's the matter?"
The two of them now live in Mida City. The huge city lord's mansion is home to only the couple, but the man is the breadwinner and the woman is the homemaker, so they are apart more often than they are apart, and they don't have much time to be alone together.
Whenever he had the chance, Zhao Tingduo would stick to others, but today, while he was hugging Song Liyun, his eyes were a little vague.
"Ashi, this is the woolen cloth that Steward Wan sent. It's called maoni. Can you see if it can be made into an undergarment for armor?"
Song Liyun opened the wooden box brought by Manager Wan and showed it to Zhao Tingduo.
Hearing Song Liyun talking about armor, Zhao Tingduo came back to his senses and became serious: "What fur is that? Let me see!"
(End of this chapter)
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