"Two taels?"

"Isn't that a killing? Two dollars a horse! Take the spot now, Tong Suo is not bullied!"

Boss Zhao shook his head helplessly, and raised two fingers again, which explained that Lao Cheng's jaw almost didn't fall off. And even if Xu Laoxiang, who came here once last year, it was unbelievable to repeat it again.

"How much?"

No wonder the two of them went into the city with a hillbilly, not too expensive, but too cheap! Take "Golden Vase Plum" as an example, Pan Jinlian wants to buy a green jacket shirt, and the cloth is four dollars and five cents a horse, it is still the peaceful years of Wanli, and now this kind of good cloth has already risen to more than one or two, and even the quality of this batch of cloth is so uniform, Boss Zhao asks for two taels, it is not impossible, how can I not think of it, two dollars? It's two-thirds cheaper than last year!

"You're not kidding our brothers!"

"Oops, how dare I?"

It is estimated that there have been too many encounters with this expression these days, and Boss Zhao nodded helplessly.

"It's two dollars a horse, but regardless of transportation and distribution, this end pays silver, and you will move the goods at that end, and see which box to move that box! How is it? ”

"Deal!"

I'm afraid that this Boss Zhao will be confused by drinking fake wine for himself, and he will regret it later, not only Lao Cheng, but even Xu Lao Xiang will immediately point his head like a chicken pecking rice.

The two of them had two hundred and forty taels of silver, and they thought it would be good to be able to get four or five hundred pieces of cloth, good guys, they had more than a thousand horses at a time, and it was estimated that the share for the whole of next year would be enough.

However, after receiving the money, the shopkeeper Zhao actually looked relieved, and even laughed and thanked the two, making Lao Cheng almost think that he was the legendary big fool.

He didn't know that this Boss Zhao took the price of the goods, and even two pieces of coarse cloth were only one penny of silver, which was converted into about fifty yuan a horse in later generations, and he earned three-quarters of the money by selling it to them, not to mention one hundred and fifty yuan for one piece of cloth, especially when he vacated the warehouse!

You must know that this year, whether it is cloth, steel products, coal, or whatever, Dongjiang has skyrocketed!

In the past, weaving, a housewife worked during the day and fiddled with the loom at night, from the beginning to the end, at least half a year of weaving, even if some capitalist sprouts, such as those weaving workshops in Songjiang, let a large group of weavers gather to work, and a batch of cloth would have to be half a month smaller.

In the past, Dongjiang was the same, but the manpower and raw materials here were cheaper than Songjiang, so it was able to open the market at a low price.

But when this steam engine came, Dongjiang went crazy!

Whether it is a loom or a spinning machine, it is a regular and uniform movement, and the steam engine with this rotating handle can do the job. As long as there is coal, this goods are simply sleepless all day long, a steam engine can drive dozens of spinning wheels, dozens of looms, just one day's work, enough to weave more than ten pieces of cloth, although the price of raw materials has not fallen, but the efficiency and labor expenditure have been reduced by more than ten times, and the industrialization of the steam age has been revealed.

Kuye Town opened six steam engine workshops, and the five or six thousand people cut down by Fan Wenju were directly supplied here, riveting their strength, these workshops spit out six or seven hundred steam engines to Dongjiang for most of the year, chickens and eggs, eggs and chickens, relying on these iron guys, Dongjiang was in response to Grandpa Mao's hope for industrialization, and there were big black chimneys everywhere, and the production efficiency was increased by twenty or thirty times.

All of a sudden, there was so much cloth that I went from calculating to having no place to put it, too much! And if the cloth is not properly preserved, it will be moldy and rotten, whether it is Fan Wenju or the Zhao family below, the Wen family, the Shen family, and the Kong family, these Dongjiang giants can be shipped quickly, as long as the volume is done, after several discussions in the Liao Chamber of Commerce, I almost ordered a super low price of one penny of silver, and it can be sold for two dollars, which is already super profitable.

Of course, it is impossible for Lao Cheng to know, in Boss Zhao's happy wave goodbye, he was sitting in a carriage full of cloth, pulling a heavy box, the big mouth was almost like a toad's mouth, and he couldn't wait to show his back molars. The big girls and daughters-in-law of Dongjiang on the road hurriedly avoided when they saw it, thinking that he was a psychopath, which really lost the face of the people of Beijing.

But walking and walking, a clanging sound of iron came again, turned his head to see, next to the cloth shop, the iron shop is also a street, just saw a large circle of big iron pots hanging at the door of the house, happy in my heart, Lao Cheng casually shouted and asked.

"Brother, how much silver do you have in this iron pot!"

It was a group of Henan feeders, while striking iron, this bearded master, who was wearing this apron and shirtless in winter, replied casually.

"The big one is one penny, the small one is five hundred dollars, if you take it in batches, the price is negotiable!"

With a bang, Lao Cheng planted directly from the car.

Iron tools are not cheap these days, on the grassland, it is too normal to change a pot for a horse, even if it is a Jingshi, the cheapest one or two in this year, the head is dizzy and stands up from the ground, touching the suffocating blanket, Lao Cheng can't wait to slap himself a few times.

and Xu Laoxiang helped each other out with difficulty, and then they ushered in a new round of blows.

"Goldware, good goldware, a specialty of Bitter Leaf Town, it's cheap!"

"The finest woodware, wholesale price!"

In the midst of shouting, this year, many people regretted that they had less silver.

…………

This year, the Dongjiang River is simply a volcanic eruption, in the popular language of later generations, it is to set a small goal first and earn him 100 million! It's just that Mao Jue, who became an upstart again, was very unhappy for the first time.

"These 400,000 taels are given to Xuankong Lao Dao, let him continue to study the steam engine, how can he improve efficiency, reduce the volume, pull more things, whatever he wants, give him what! Then all his alchemy family friends were also brought by Ben General! Give what you want!"

In the entire Ming Dynasty, there are few people who can say so much, except for Mao Jue, but in these words, he still shows a lot of helplessness, expectations are too high, after getting the steam engine, he can't wait to load it on the ship, as a result, four steam engines as power, a three-level battleship of more than 30 meters, but the speed is not as good as the sailboat, at this time the power provided by the steam engine is still insufficient.

It is no wonder that Watt was an improved steam engine in 1764, but the steam train did not appear until after his death, in 1814, during which time it took more than half a century to improve the existing steam engine, and the appearance of the steam engine was even later.

Fortunately, Mao Jue has a special scientific research team, like Xuankong Lao Dao, these alchemists, are the earliest chemists in the Ming Dynasty.

After looking at the distressed and trembling, but Fan Wen lifted it down, Mao Jue frowned again and pinched his chin without a few mustaches.

Can you beat the Dutch idea?

I have to mention that the guild itself has just started, the British, the French and the Italians have been carrying out for hundreds of years, and the talent has far surpassed the Ming Dynasty, just like the Italian clock, the British Newdoor machine, the Germans used clockwork to create the first pocket watch, and the Ming Dynasty, which gave birth to gunpowder weapons, had to learn the cannon building method from Britain and Spain to get out of today's Hongyi cannon.

Last time, the Dutch East India Company co-authored Zheng Zhilong to beat himself, and afterwards he pretended not to be able to see it, but he couldn't pretend to be invisible in vain, and threatened them with trade to bring in some talents, it should be okay!

However, Mao Jue's headache was more than that, just sent away Fan Wenju, holding a stack of documents, Adriana walked in gracefully.

"Master, the old lady's excerpt has been written."

Mao Wenlong said that he wanted to retire, but he really didn't say it, after the steam engine production line in Kuye Town was completed, Mao Jue was forced to go home, and then whether it was the completion of the new textile farm or the completion of the water conservancy project, he took Chen Jiao out of the country, and Mao Jue was called to receive more and more time to be taught, it seemed that Mao Wenlong wanted to stuff his whole life into Mao Jue's head.

This is the Chinese, who shine all their lives, and finally return to their roots and become nutrients to nourish the next generation.

It's just that when he heard the news, Mao Jue couldn't help but sigh, threw the things on the table, and leaned back on the chair with his head in his hands, his mood was a little complicated.

When he first arrived in this world, he even thought that he was being tricked, or that he was pulled by an unscrupulous crew to be an extra, after all, you went to the sea to swim, you were not smart, you changed time and space, changed the world, everything familiar things were gone, and it was not impossible to change to someone with poor acceptance ability, and it was not impossible to collapse on the spot.

In this case, it is impossible for him to really regard Mao Wenlong as his father, Mao Wenlong is just a shield for him.

But now, after so many years, Mao Jue has even become accustomed to the towering tree of Mao Wenlong, and he dares to raise troops thousands of miles away, isn't it because there is such a big tree in his hometown? But now, Mao Wenlong is really going to leave Dongjiang, return to his hometown in Zhejiang, and hand over the class he has been a lifelong student to himself, Mao Jue is really a little confused.

Even if she doesn't know Mao Jue's secret, Adriana can understand Mao Jue's mood now, she is holding the documents, standing quietly in front of the desk, waiting quietly.

After about seven or eight minutes, Mao Jue suddenly sat back with a spirit, and then seemed to be in good spirits, and put the messy copywriting on the table there, Mao Jue clapped his hands with a smile.

"Go home from work!"

"Hasn't the old man liked Accord's vegetarian food lately? Let Mao Lance go and set a table, let's go back to the house tonight!"

"Got it! Sir!"

A smile also appeared on Adriana's little face, and it seemed that Mao Jue had passed the hurdle in her heart.

After all, this world still belongs to young people!

The high heels rang in the corridor again, and after cleaning up, Mao Jue was also ready to be absent from work, humming a small tune in his mouth, holding a briefcase, and easily walked out from behind the desk, but he reached out and pushed the door, and he was stunned again.

On the door, there is a calendar made by the old Taoist Xuankong, and there is a small half a month, and Chongzhen will say goodbye in the ninth year.

In my impression, something big seems to have happened in Chongzhen's ten years! But it has been several years since this era, rubbing his head and thinking for a while, Mao Jue didn't think of any big event, anyway, the emperor is far away, even if Chongzhen suddenly dies, it won't affect him for the time being, and the thoughts of making up for the family relationship with the old man in this last period of time filled Mao Jue's chest anew, and with a bang, he brought the door shut.

Creak~

In the tooth-wrenching sound of the wood, the nail hanging the corner of the almanac was actually shaken down, and the almanac lost its balance and tilted to the side......

(End of chapter)