???? Jia Hanfu thought of the massive amount of raw cotton stored in major warehouses, and silently recited a Buddha name for Zhu Shun, hoping that Zhu Shun would not fall too quickly, otherwise it would be too boring.

The main reason is to hope that Zhu Shun will not suddenly stop buying and selling tampons, just consume silver, and it is estimated that it can last for a year or two.

If the trade in tampons is stopped, it is equivalent to giving the people a way to live, and cutting off their way of life.

The Donglin Party is the ancestor of playing with people's hearts, and some methods are to fan the flames and fan the people to smash the rows of steam factories on the bank of the Yongding River.

Jia Hanfu walked out of his teacher's mansion, sat in a certain satin embroidered sedan chair, and silently began to review his teacher's temple calculations.

The more I reviewed, the more frightened I became.

Zhu Shun was forced into a desperate situation by his mentor four years ago!

Four years later, that is, in the sixth year of Chongzhen this year, if Zhu Shun did not buy and sell tampons, after consuming all kinds of kindness, he would definitely be smashed by the angry people.

It was the steam factories that destroyed the handicraft industry on which they depended.

If you buy and sell cotton slivers, you can only use a low price, and this low price can also allow the common people to make money in front of the large cloth of Shuntian for two dollars and one horse.

The price of cotton slivers cannot be higher than one or two or six dollars of silver, and a load of cotton can be spun into eight pieces of cloth, and two dollars a horse.

A load of cotton cloth spun from cotton can be sold for a maximum of one or six pieces of silver.

And the cost of a load of combed cotton is already one or two or six dollars of silver.

Therefore, if you want the people to make money, you have to reduce the cost of cotton, and one or two or six dollars of silver is a boundary.

Less than one or two or six dollars, the common people can make money.

is higher than one or two or six dollars, and the common people still continue to lose money.

But the cost price of cotton is already one or two or six dollars, and if you want the people to make money, Zhu Shun can only keep losing money.

The common people of Shuntianfu in the Yellow Book have a total of 76,861 mouthfuls, and the cotton they need is not one load or two loads, but tens of thousands of cotton.

Just the difference in the price of one penny of silver is enough to consume Zhu Shun, not to mention that the difference is enough for three coins of silver.

If it is not sold, it will provoke civil unrest.

Sell, consume yourself.

If you stop halfway, you'll die faster.

Jia Hanfu suddenly laughed, the people are changing, and now what no one dares to touch, can only consume themselves.

Thinking that Zhu Shun was going to destroy himself with his own hands, and he had to watch it, Jia Hanfu laughed heartily for no reason.

Do you really think that the Donglin Party, which controls the government, is a wine bag and a rice bag?

I've already calculated the ending for you!

The shortage of cotton was indeed a problem, and without raw materials, all the textile mills and handicraft industries had to shut down.

Beizhili is one of the important cotton producing areas of the Ming Dynasty, and cotton can be transported from other state capitals in Beizhili through the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal.

It's just that the consumption on this journey has to be calculated clearly, no matter how much Zhu Shun wants to make Daming better, he can't damage the industrialist class that he has finally gathered.

If it exceeds one or two or three cents of silver, the price of cotton slivers will rise a little.

The price increase will not be too much, but I am afraid that the Donglin Party will fan the flames at this time, saying that the low price of the cotton slivers sold by the steam factory is only temporary, and it really wants to control the price of cotton in Shuntianfu.

As long as the price of cotton in Shuntianfu is controlled, the price will rise sharply and drink the blood of the common people.

Zhu Shun was going to invite the old lady Song out, and let the old worshipper of the industrialist go out in person, buy a large batch of cotton at the lowest price, and try to control the cost at one or two cents of silver.

Zhu Shun hadn't walked out of the main room of the Beijing Normal University Hall, Cao Wenyao pushed a wheelchair and walked in, his family's Cao's weaving factory was about to stop production, and recently the eldest brother Cao Wenzhao needed a large amount of silver to replace the damaged armor and weapons.

Replaced by the mouth of ordinary people who were already anxious, he still looked tepid: "Don't panic, President, someone has sent us tampons." ”

Zhu Shun sat back on the official hat chair, picked up the Ruyao blue and white teapot from the carved coffee table, poured a cup of tea for Cao Wenyao, and quipped: "Who is so kind." ”

"Could it be the Donglin Party again."

Cao Wenyao sat in a wheelchair, took the cup of good tea, and when he heard Zhu Shun's joke, he actually smiled with his tepid temper: "Will the president be able to test the words of the hexagram, and he will be successful in one guess." ”

Zhu Shun put down the Ruyao blue and white teacup in his hand, and also smiled, smiling a little helplessly: "Let's say, how can the Donglin Party calculate us." ”

It's raining heavily.

The rain beats on the canna in front of the door, making a beautiful sound of water droplets lapping the banana leaves.

The openwork wooden door was suddenly pushed open, and Song Yingsheng walked over with an oil-paper umbrella, stomped his feet at the door, and walked into the main room.

Just overheard the conversation between the two, Song Yingsheng took a cup of warm tea and said with a gentle smile: "Others heard that the Donglin Party wants to target themselves. ”

"Even if it is the governor of one of the feudal provinces, he called the curtain overnight with a solemn face and discussed a countermeasure."

"Sir, it's good, I wish the Donglin Party would calculate itself."

"Haha-"

Cao Wenyao and Zhu Shun couldn't help but laugh.

Zhu Shun invited Song Yingsheng to sit down: "Brother said that he was laughing, not that he was sorry, but that the Donglin Party itself had to hit the muzzle of the gun." ”

"From the rifled gun at the beginning, to the current carding machine, I didn't want to pit them every time, they had to dig a pit for themselves and jump in."

"I'm helpless too."

The tepid Cao Wenyao and the gentle Song Yingsheng glanced at each other, looked at each other and smiled.

Where is the Donglin Party digging its own pit, it is clear that Zhu Shun's implementation of the first industrial revolution produced by the new machinery is too incomprehensible.

Take Zhu Shun's first pit of the Donglin Party, the effective range of the bird gun is 50 paces at most, and the hit rate of lead bullets is extremely low, which is a common sense that everyone knows.

Who would have thought that Zhu Shun would just depict a few lines for the bird, and his power and accuracy would be improved so much.

There was also the time when I was dealing with the drought, and I encountered a drought that was rare in 50 years, so I could only worship the dragon lord and rain early.

This is even more common sense for thousands of years, no one can do anything, and capable ministers like Zhang Juzheng, Wang Anshi, and Wang Meng are helpless.

Who would have thought that Zhu Shun invented the steam engine, and the pumping speed was amazing, and it didn't take long to really conjure up a lake.

No matter how much the temple is in control, in the face of such an unsolvable industrial revolution, it can only consider itself unlucky.

This time, too.

Cao Wenyao put down the teacup in his hand and continued tepidly: "In order to let us hold on, the Donglin Party sold us cotton in large quantities at the price of one or two silver and a load. ”

"Of course, our cost is 'one or two or six dollars of silver', and the longer this loss-making business, the more money we make."

Where to make money in a loss-making business.

Zhu Shun and Song Yingsheng heard Cao Wenyao's words that the donkey's lips were not in the horse's mouth, but they laughed again.

Zhu Shun added a cup of tea to each of them, and said with a smile: "The two of you hold on with me." ”

Cao Wenyao drank the piece of tea in his hand and stretched out the blue and white teacup of Ruyao.

After Song Yingsheng drank the tea, he also stretched out the blue and white teacup of Ruyao.

Laughed and said a word together.

"One more drink."

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