Chapter 311 Spinning Plan Begins
Walking in the Liuli Factory, Li Shimin could see the "arrogant" old craftsmen at a glance. It was too easy to tell them apart. They all spoke harshly and cursed every time they opened their mouths.
But when the new craftsmen are at a loss, they will quietly go over and lend a hand.
This made Li Shimin's heart tremble.
It is obvious that the old craftsmen sit down while eating, and those young craftsmen who have made mistakes can only stand aside and eat, but the old craftsmen will calmly pick up a few pieces of meat, put them in the bowls of the young craftsmen, and look at them. The little baby swallowed hard and smiled happily.
Li Shimin's heart was throbbing. This kind of inheritance seemed to exist in the military as well.
For a moment, Li Shimin thought of the story he heard Liu Xuan tell Yaya when he was drinking at Liu Xuan's place that night.
“When it rains, there are always people who know they only have one umbrella, but when they see women running outside with their children, when they see those lonely old people, when they see those crying people hiding under the eaves, they give them their umbrellas. ” .🅆.
"This world is full of tattered clothes, but there are always people to mend them."
Li Shimin didn't know what this feeling was, but now he understood.
The factory here is a different place from Chang'an. The undercurrents of profit-seeking and power disputes in Chang'an cannot be seen here.
"What is about to appear in front is a paper factory. The paper factory covers an area of about fifty acres. It used to be a rocky beach..."
Li Shimin said nothing this time and listened silently to Zhao Dayou's introduction.
Just when I heard that the cost of paper is extremely low, but the quality is comparable to rice paper, my heart trembled.
"I understand!" Li Shimin suddenly said.
Fang Xuanling was startled, and the pen in his hand shook. Instantly, there was a black dot on the paper, which looked a bit awkward. The obsessive-compulsive Lao Fang planned to re-write, but it seemed that it was too late.
Li Shimin understood, movable type
Printing is just a means, but if it is paired with cheap paper, then if a book is sold for 20 yuan, there is still a lot of profit margin.
So that’s it!
What Li Shimin didn't understand before, he suddenly understood.
"Hey hey hey..."
Seeing Li Shimin's idiotic smile, Li Chengqian couldn't help but shudder.
Father, what's going on? Why is your smile so charming?
"Chengqian, you have to study hard. By the way, you don't have to go to the army. How about you and Qingque training here for three months?"
Li Chengqian knew that something bad was up to him, and his face turned green.
Under the falling snow, night came earlier, as if urging the people of the Tang Dynasty to go back and rest.
When the Lantian Marquis Mansion arrived, the crowd dispersed and everything became quiet.
In front of the fire, the hot pot was ready. Liu Xuan put the tofu skin in, and Da Zhuang couldn't stop drooling.
"Master, hurry up, hurry up, I'm hungry."
"Call me brother from now on, don't call me young master."
"Okay, Master."
Things like tofu skin are already cooked. When you go to the hot pot, you will be tainted with the spicy atmosphere. There is heat in the spicy food, and the entrance is like Cao Zhi composing a poem in seven steps.
Da Zhuang excitedly shoveled it into his mouth like noodles. Yaya beside him couldn't eat anything too spicy yet, so he had to go through the water before eating.
"It's delicious, Master."
"Call me brother, I am your brother."
"Okay brother."
Da Zhuang doesn’t understand? maybe it's him
Don't want to understand.
Zheng Liwan and her maids were eating hot pot outside. In the canteen of the side courtyard of the Hou Mansion, the maids ate something like this for the first time in their lives. Everyone was digging their hands tightly and did not dare to move.
Zheng Liwan was speechless. She actually didn't know how to eat this food.
When Liu Renyuan and Xue Rengui came back, they saw the pile of copper pots piled on the fire and suddenly realized: "Huh? Isn't this the hot pot that Mr. Hou often talks about!"
After coaxing Yaya to sleep, Liu Xuan walked out alone: "System, let's have a cigarette." .🅆.
System: "Smoke is not a food ingredient."
Liu Xuan: "A cigarette after a meal is better than a living god, so why is it not an ingredient?"
The system ignored Liu Xuan.
Liu Xuan silently calculated what he had to do. Taking advantage of the Chinese New Year, it should be possible to renovate the Datang Hotel, right?
The warehouse at home is a bit insufficient, so it would be reasonable to build two more, right?
Who said you can’t break ground in the first month? Feudal superstition!
Bah!
A lump of snow fell from the branch above his head and got directly into Liu Xuan's neck. The chill instantly spread all over his body, touching his skin and melting directly. Liu Xuan held out his belly and swayed like a dancer. people.
In the corner of the Hou Mansion's courtyard, a light was still on.
Zheng Liwan is concentrating on calculating the last question of the day. She doesn't understand why an unknown number should be used to replace it when it can be calculated directly. Why is this unknown number a cross? This cross represents armor.
There was a knock on the door: "Yourong, why aren't you sleeping yet?"
Zheng Liwan's heart trembled, and candlelight flickered in her eyes.
Liu Xuan, you are finally willing to come over. I drank a little wine specially and it was a long night...\u003cb
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Squeak...
When the door opened, Liu Xuan burst into laughter when he saw Zheng Liwan.
"What are you doing?"
"Arithmetic."
"How come the calculations are done on your face?"
"Uh..." Zheng Liwan glanced at the bronze mirror over there and found that her face had been stained with a trace of ink without knowing when. She blushed and wanted to get under the bed.
"Starting tomorrow, you will prepare to go to Lantian. There are many people with their families in the factory over there. You can use their women to start weaving." Liu Xuan said with a smile, "You said you didn't have a chance before, but now you have one."
"This is a picture. The thing on it is an improved spinning machine. If wool can be made into thread, then this spinning machine can produce amazing output."
Zheng Liwan can understand what is drawn on a drawing, but she seems to have never seen that pattern.
"Why have I never seen this spinning machine?"
The craftsmanship of the Tang Dynasty is relatively high in the whole world. If there is an extraordinary spinning machine, Zheng Liwan must have seen it.
"This thing is new. I just came up with it. Let's call it Yourong Spinning Machine."
Zheng Liwan nodded and murmured, "Yourong Spinning Machine...right...hmm?"
When she looked up, there was no trace of Liu Xuan.
"I've been drinking, why don't you do it? Do you really want me to lie down..."
Zheng Liwan was so embarrassed that her tears flowed down.
Finally, on this snowy night, on the first day of the new year when everything was silent, she burst into tears.
Turning around, Zheng Liwan wrote down her goals on a piece of paper: "First, spinning, second, sleeping with Liu Xuan."
