, I didn't feel anything at all when I was in the hands of the public. Listening to Mu Shou now, everyone was stunned and felt that his right hand was extremely injured. He just clenched it into a fist and punched it out, and at this moment, his right hand still maintained the posture of a fist, but the volume was larger.

He looked at his hand in surprise and tried to spread his fist. But with this movement, the pain returned to the body. He felt as if his right hand had been pierced by thousands of needles at the same time, and he screamed in pain. Tears flowed out.

"Master Guo, are you okay?" Mu Shouli saw that Guo was in pain like this, and his heart was shocked, and he was suspicious of the identity of the silk dealer named Gong Er. I remembered his demeanor just now. Unconsciously fell into deep thought.

"I'm fine, damn it, let's go over, Guo Ye will definitely not let go of that lowly businessman today." Fortunately, Mu Shouli didn't see his ugly appearance, Guo Pu quietly stretched out his left hand to wipe his tears, and said hatefully: "This Guo Hong is really a useless thing, so he ran away inexplicably." Does he still have a little bit of Guo Hou's demeanor? It's really a shame for my Guo family. "Wood-sama", Wood-sama. ”

After screaming a few times, Mu Shouli woke up from his trance and woke up like a dream: "What." ”

Seeing Mu Shouli's unruly appearance, Xiao Guo Pu was greatly dissatisfied, and stomped his feet: "Sun Dan has taken the villagers to see the loom, with Sun Dan's eloquence, maybe he really fooled everyone." Don't go yet! ”

He stomped his foot. The injury on his right hand was touched, and tears came out of the corners of his eyes.

Mu Shouli also knew the urgency of the matter: "Okay, you and I will rush over immediately." ”

The two of them quickly walked out of the hall one after the other and walked towards the workshop that Sun Dan said.

At this time, the looms of the entire weaving morning bureau had all been moved, and there were at least 3,000 looms. Although the sound of each loom is not loud, the noise of so many machines is combined. But it is like a sea at high tide. Booming and whistling.

Mu Shouli and Guo Pu were shocked by this loud and surging sound that they had never heard before, and they felt that the muscles of their whole bodies were shaken uncontrollably. The ground under his feet also trembled slightly, making people feel as if they were stepping on muddy ground.

This is a new experience, the two of them have never thought of the sound of more than 3,000 looms starting at the same time, their ears are full of buzzing roar, although the night is dark today, but when you look up, the whole dark sky seems to be gently shaking in this wave, dancing for the artificial spectacle created by Sun Dan.

Dozens of rows of adobe house workshops are lit up, looking from afar. It's like a sea of lights.

By the light, Mu Shouli and Guo Pu saw each other's pale faces at the same time.

This is the power of large industrial production, although there is no steam engine, although it is still produced by hand. But as long as it reaches a certain scale, it naturally has a breathtaking power. This kind of power was unimaginable to the ancients and to the agrarian society.

Mu Shouli muttered: "I have always heard that Nanjing's Jiangnan weaving scale is huge, and looking at the weaving bureau made by Sun Dan, it is not much inferior to Nanjing. ”

A feeling of frustration rose from the hearts of the two of them at the same time, making Guo Pu forget the pain in his right hand.

When I entered the largest workshop, it was already full of major townships in Fangshan County, as well as dozens of silk sellers.

There are more than 20 looms in it, and more than 30 workers are busy. Even on the cold night of the Chinese New Year's Eve, so many people gathered inside, the steaming heat still made people's bodies hot. The face also became damp. That damn silk dealer Womb Er was standing next to Sun Dan, and there was another one next to Sun Dan. A strange-looking businessman, the man had a high nose and deep eyes, a golden head, and white and red skin.

The red-haired devil looks like the legendary Yaksha. Fangshan Township Shen is afraid in their hearts. Subconsciously hid to the side and looked at Sun Dan and the three of them curiously.

It was probably arranged a long time ago, and one of the silk horses had already been woven, and it was dragged on the ground for a long time.

"Sun Dan, it's already been knitted, do you and Mr. want to see it now?" The weaver who spoke was a Suzhou man who was not looking good, and he spoke in a thick Wu Qian soft language.

Sun Dan laughed and turned his head to look at the red-haired devil: "Mr. Ferguson, this weaver's surname is Jia, he was originally a master of the Nanjing Weaving Bureau, and he specially made dresses for His Majesty the Emperor and Empress of our country." He is a master craftsman of the national treasure level. "The full name of the red-haired devil is Di Ken 7 Ferguson, a Dutch businessman, some time ago he was buying silk, tea and porcelain in Suzhou, and happened to meet Sun Jia. I heard that there is something in Fangshan. The big imitation weaving factory, on a whim, followed. Because Sun Jia and the others didn't know that the foreigner's name was reversed, they called him Mr. Na.

"Ah, the master who made the dress for His Majesty the Emperor, I am really lucky!" Duncan rubbed his hands together excitedly. "It's really an eye-opener today."

Sun Dan hurriedly said to the craftsman and Bi Yun: "Lao Jia, Lao Gong, please help me."

"Okay, no problem." Bi Yun didn't shirk either, and lifted the silk from the ground with a smile.

Look at the height of the silk pile on the ground. Everyone thought it wasn't very long, at most two or three meters long. But when Bi Yun and Lao Jia pulled the two ends of the silk at the same time to unfold it, everyone was surprised: it was too long.

I saw that the two of them couldn't help but retreat with silk, and they withdrew for more than ten meters in one breath, and stopped.

"A foot of silk. How thin is that! One of Fangshan Xiangshen cried out in surprise.

With this shout, everyone rushed forward and surrounded the silk horse as thin as the wings of a cicada.

Sun Dan walked to the side of the silk with an oil lamp: "Everyone, please take a look." ”

Almost at the same moment, more than a dozen oil lamps reached out at the same time.

Under the illumination of the light, the thin transparent silk seemed to disappear out of thin air.

Only the swarm of bees above fluttered their wings in front of Bi Yun and Lao Jia's slightly trembling hands, as if there was still a noisy buzzing sound. The patterns and colors on each bee are exquisite. It's as clear as coming to life. Not only that, but with the trembling of Bi Yun's hands, the luster on the bee's body also changed.

Under the colony is a blooming peony flower, each petal so tender that it can pinch out water, and it is lodging to the side with the breeze brought by the bees as they fly.

"It's so beautiful!" Although the Fangshan Township Shenmen were fascinated, even the silk dealers from the south were softly snorting. But Fangshan Township Shen is all from a scholar's background, so he can maintain a basic reserve. As for the merchants who came from the south to purchase, although they were amazed in their hearts, they were in order to reduce the price. The mouth refused to let out the slightest exclamation.

Sun Dan looked at Naken with a smile: "Let me ask you, how much are you willing to pay for such a satin?" ”

Naken raised a finger: "Ten taels and one horses, how many do you want?" Let me ask you, how much of this silk can you produce in a month? ”

"Oh!" All of them exclaimed in unison.