When Wang Youzhen came, he carried a clay pot in his hand, which contained cool well water from the well at the entrance of the village.

walked to the grandfather who was full of sawdust, and quickly handed over the crockpot in his hand: "Grandpa, drink saliva." ”

Old man Wang is tall, and coupled with the old soldier who has retired from the border pass, he has a fierce aura all over his body.

Even if he has reached the age of sixtieth birthday and his hair has turned gray, it still makes people very awe-inspired.

Such a fierce old man, when he saw his eldest son and grandson, showed a kind smile: "It's not in the way, grandpa will drink it after he finishes this." ”

Wang Youzhen didn't dare to reveal the industrial knowledge in his mind to anyone, but he could have no reservations about his grandfather, so he took out the drawings that had been prepared a long time ago and handed them over: "Grandpa, after falling into the sea that day." ”

"My grandson went to the Heavenly Palace, lived there for a lifetime, and learned a lot of knowledge."

Wang Youzhen was in a coma for less than a day, and he lived a lifetime in heaven.

This kind of nonsense, Mr. Wang believes.

The common people of the Ming Dynasty believe that immortals exist, and there is an old saying that there is a thousand years in the world above the sky.

Mr. Wang's exquisite carpentry skills are among the best in ten miles and eight villages, and he can see at a glance what is painted on mulberry paper.

A single spindle spinning machine.

This is very common, especially the single spindle spinning machine, and there are several of them in every ancestral hall in the village.

The salters went to the salt pond to dry salt during the day, and the women spun yarn in the ancestral hall to supplement the family.

It's just a little weird that there are a lot of spindle shafts for winding yarn on spinning machines.

Old Man Wang counted carefully a few times, and Rao couldn't help but widen his eyes because he was used to seeing all kinds of corpses and mountains of blood at the border.

The spinning machine painted by Sun Wang Youzhen can actually spin a hundred spindles of yarn.

While the old man Wang carefully counted the spindle shafts, he was also checking whether this never-before-seen spinning machine was feasible.

Standing in place and checking the time of half a pillar of incense, Old Man Wang suddenly fell silent and stood without saying a word.

However, his right hand, which had cut off the Eight Banners Tartar, trembled for the first time in years.

After a bag of cigarettes.

Old Man Wang turned his face, and his kind face appeared as serious as he had never been: "Zhen'er, don't tell anyone else about this matter." ”

"The silver profits involved in this are too amazing, if the news is leaked, our whole family will be in danger."

Where would Wang Youzhen not know the stakes of this, the same spinning machine, this kind of Jenny spinning machine that opened the industrial revolution, the efficiency is a hundred times that of Daming spinning machine.

This shocking Jenny spinning machine is enough for any bureaucratic squire to kill Wang Youzhen's entire family.

After all, the Wang family is just a small ancestral hall in Yanding Village, and destroying the Wang family is easier than crushing an ant.

Wang Youzhen nodded seriously: "Sun Er understands." ”

Old man Wang is an old man who has retired from the border pass, and he is much more courageous than the average old man in the countryside, and he is not frightened by this kind of spinning machine that can bring about the disaster of destruction, but thinks about how to build it.

The scale of the spinning machine has been marked on the mulberry paper, and the old man Wang took out an abacus, and soon calculated the price of the silver of the material: "To plane this spinning machine, you need to use good oak wood, seven dollars of silver per catty." ”

"In addition, you also need to use cowhide and fine iron, and raw yellow cowhide is the cheapest, and it costs three dollars and six cents of silver a piece."

"Wrought iron is slightly cheaper, three cents of silver a catty."

"Grandpa doesn't need to count ICBC to build it himself, all the materials and silver are added together, and it takes ten taels of silver to say the least."

Ten taels of silver may not be much for the bureaucrats and gentry, but for the common people of the Ming Dynasty, it is an astronomical amount.

A pig is only one tael and a half pieces of silver, and a cow is only eight taels of silver.

Building a Jenny spinning machine is enough to buy a cow and a pig, and there is still a surplus.

No matter how exquisite the carpenter skills of Old Man Wang are, he can't support the many children in the family, and he is very fortunate to be able to barely maintain a food and clothing.

Wang Youzhen saw that his grandfather was silent again, knowing what his grandfather was thinking, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, my grandson has silver." ”

"A hundred taels of silver."

A hundred taels of silver?

When Old Man Wang heard such an astronomical amount, he was not surprised, but began to be serious.

It's okay to say that three or five taels of silver is too much.

After thinking about it, Old Man Wang suddenly thought of a possibility: "Zhen'er, didn't you move ......"

I won't talk about it halfway, and I don't need to say anything more about the rest of it.

Wang Youzhen nodded seriously.

As for how the eldest son and eldest grandson moved away from the thousand-pound iron grinding plate, Old Man Wang would not care, and a big laugh appeared on the old man's face.

My grandson is really capable.

With the money at home, the next thing is much easier, buy all kinds of materials to build things.

Wang Youzhen immediately rushed back, dug out the clay pot from the corner of the courtyard, carried it to the ancestral hall and handed it to his grandfather.

Old Man Wang carefully hid the clay pot in the ancestral hall, tried to hold back his smile, and trotted out of here humming a fishing song.

Wang Youzhen looked at his grandfather who disappeared on the dirt road in the countryside, and he was in a good mood.

With this Jenny spinning machine that far surpasses an era, both in terms of price and output.

Crush all the bureaucratic squires' workshops.

This is the dimensionality reduction blow of industrial civilization to agricultural civilization.