In the evening, on a long table in the fence courtyard of the hall of Beijing Normal University, there were pots of wine and dishes, all cooked by Zhu Shou, the owner of the factory, full of northern cuisine style.

In order to celebrate the birth of the Song family's flying shuttle loom, Zhu Shun spent a lot of silver, ten catties of pork cost more than two taels of silver, as well as two geese, two chickens, five catties of donkey meat in the river and so on.

Among them, the bird's nest dish used for the finale is as high as eight dollars of silver a catty, and Zhu Shun is willing to eat such an expensive thing in normal times, but today it is different, I bought a full three catties and spent two or four dollars of silver.

Old Man Song and Song Yingxing came over early, and Old Man Song sat on the main seat of the long table, laughing loudly about how the emperor begged him to let the old man of the Song family out of the mountain.

Zhu Shou, the owner of the factory, and the uninvited Lu Yuanwai Zhou were stunned when they heard it, and the craftsman Zhu Zhongren was disdainful, no matter how capable he was, he was not an official, and his son was the ambassador of Zhengjipin.

Zhu Shun sat on a wooden pier on the edge of the Yongding River, looked at Song Shihui, who had not spoken, and was ready to comfort him.

Song Shihui has a good face, thin skin, and the brothers entered the Beijing Normal University Hall together, and the younger brother has already invented a new loom, and he has not even had a good ridge on an acre of land.

Zhu Shun took out a cloth bag, containing persimmons of one cent and a pound of silver, and took out one and put it in the hands of the senior disciple: "Shihui, from the first day you entered the Jingshi University Hall. ”

"Sir probably knows what you want to do, Shiyi wants to make Song's workshop more profitable by inventing a new type of loom."

"You should want to invent a new type of cotton comparable to the purple cotton of Songjiang Prefecture, and the teacher is right."

Song Shihui nodded, took a bite of the persimmon, and a smug expression appeared on her face that was difficult to hide.

He didn't care that his brother had invented something new before himself, because of this new type of cotton, no matter how much the new loom weaved, it was still cheap cotton cloth.

As long as this new type of cotton, which is comparable to the purple cotton of Songjiang Province, is invented, it will be a high-end cotton cloth, a high-end cotton cloth that sells well overseas and is scrambled to be purchased by the Europa high society.

Zhu Shun didn't want to hit the big disciple, but there were some things that were better to say clearly, it was better than ten or even twenty years later, which made him feel that he had wasted so many years of youth in vain: "Shihui, but you have to be clear." ”

"Research on cultivating new varieties using hybridization like this often takes more than ten or twenty years, and even twenty years of hard work may not be fruitful, you have to think clearly."

The persimmon in Song Shihui's mouth suddenly lost its taste, let alone ten or twenty years, even ten years he couldn't wait.

With smugness on his face just now, he drooped his head and stopped speaking dejectedly.

This incident is a big blow to him who has a good face, because he wants to prove himself in the fastest time.

Zhu Shun was worried that the eldest disciple would be sluggish from now on, so he took out a new persimmon and stuffed it into his mouth: "You haven't started studying this yet, you can completely change the direction." ”

"Your ingenuity is no worse than your ingenuity, and you can invent a new loom or spinning machine."

"This person has encountered difficulties, you must not give up, you must find a way to overcome the difficulties, and one day you look back and see that the discouragement you once had turned out to be so naïve."

Song Shihui's mood quickly rose again, jumped down from the wooden pier, and said happily: "Sir, I have decided, I want to invent a silk reeling machine." ”

After saying this, Song Shiyi didn't stumble like his brother Song Shiyi, and walked back step by step like a little adult.

At this time, the last guest of the banquet, Baihu Zhu Zhongyi, came, Zhu Shun stood up and walked back to the fence courtyard, and sighed, this eldest disciple's personality is not as good as the second disciple who jumped out, and he is a little too ambitious.

The silk reeling machine is a kind of machinery that spins silk into yarn, what is silk used for? However, the yarn used to weave these satins of Shu brocade and Song brocade is much more high-end than cotton cloth, and even more high-end than Songjiang purple cloth.

Not to mention that the silk reeling machine is very complicated, even Zhu Shun may not be able to guarantee that he can invent it, it is the lofty character of the eldest disciple, plus one who gave up halfway.

Zhu Shun was really worried that the eldest disciple would not be able to do anything in the end, and he would waste the talent of a world-class genius in vain.

A person's personality is not so easy to change, and this matter has to be considered in the long run, and it can only be seen if there is any way in the future.

Zhu Shun returned to the hall of Beijing Normal University, and as soon as he walked to the door, he heard the third uncle greet and ask, when did Shihui invent the new cotton, and we will follow it when the time comes.

Zhu Shou, the owner of the factory, said casually, and the original intention of this sentence was also to praise Song Shihui for inventing a new type of cotton comparable to the purple cotton of Songjiang Mansion.

The speaker had no intention, but the listener had a heart, Song Shihui's face immediately fell, and he said that I won't eat, and left here with his face pulled, leaving a table of people looking at each other.

Old lady Song doesn't care if he invents things or not, in the eyes of these scholars, in the eyes of everyone in the world, no matter how good the new machinery is, he is also a businessman, where is it good to be an official.

Now the eldest in the family is a person who has entered the eyes of the emperor, you must know that in the past, let alone the four-rank prefect, even a seven-grade prefect can control the Song family.

In other matters, the old lady Song can still be humble, but when it comes to the face of the Song family of Shanjitang, he will never be humble.

Old lady Song waited until Zhu Shun sat down, and everyone took turns to toast him, the elder, looking at Zhu Zhongren, the craftsman who didn't take the old man in his eyes, stroked his beard and smiled: "In the past, the Song family invited a four-grade prefect to dinner, and the prefect may not come." ”

"It's good now, the central ministers in the court, second only to Shangshu's left and right servants, often invite the old man to dinner."

"Hey, there are too many banquets, I can't even think about it."

The head craftsman, Zhu Zhongren, took a bite of Dongpo meat and said disdainfully: "My son goes to the prince's mansion, and every time he is personally received by the prince's vegetable household. ”

The smugness on the face of the old lady Song suddenly disappeared, and the eunuch Wang Chengen, the celebrant eunuch, was a great eunuch whose status was no less than that of the six Shangshu, and the left and right attendants were still slightly inferior.

Old lady Song smiled and put this matter aside, although it is not as good as Zhu Shun, but the current status of the Song family is different.

Son Song Yingjing is Jane in the emperor's heart.

Zhu Shun stopped drinking a few cups, thinking about how to let his disciples engage in hybrid cultivation in a down-to-earth manner, as long as he mastered the method of hybrid cultivation, he could do a great cause that would benefit the people.

Hybrid rice.