Chapter 256: Attracting the Woman of the Great Song Dynasty

Those who passed alone opened a head that Zhang Guoan didn't like too much. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info

One after another, there are people who want to leave the happy big group life.

Feng Zheng, the half-grown son who helped Zhang Guoan in charge of agriculture, couldn't understand why he had good food and drink, and even his clothes were ready-made, but he had to live alone? !

Zhang Guoan said: "From the perspective of the development of human society, this is an inevitable result. When our ability to conquer nature was poor, we chose the primitive commune to share the fruits and work together; When the ability increases, you have to think about your own small life, for example, now, after they are single, they will save more money-----"

Feng Zheng said: "Master's family, why don't you just give him ten times a salary, so that he won't be single-handed?" ”

"If that's the case, they'll be slacking off and won't want to do it; There is always a way to do things that are too much for us to grasp, and as a result, someone will follow suit, and the whole productive labor will be demoralized------"

Feng Zheng seemed to understand a little, so he said: "Lord family, I will not leave you in this life and this life!" ”

Hehe, you're leaving, just not now.

Zhang Guoan patted him on the shoulder cordially and said, "Is the pesticide sprayer for you useful?" ”

Feng Zheng likes agriculture, and immediately said happily: "It's very easy to use!" This time, if the peanuts are harvested again, they can be sold for a large sum of money, and the cotton does not need to be bought in the Great Song Dynasty. ”

Zhang Guoan knew that he couldn't imagine how high the demand for raw materials would be at the most elementary level of industrial production.

Now, the cotton thread and hemp thread in Zhang Guoan's warehouse have begun to have a scale, because Jing Jing can only let the women use the handloom of bamboo and wood structure to weave cotton and linen cloth, and the quality can only be said to be better than that sold in the Da Song market.

The most dexterous female worker can weave a meter of cloth in an hour. Of course, since this handloom with a bamboo and wood structure can only be operated by manpower, its width can only be fifty centimeters.

However, this level also frightened the women, who had seen it in the past, and it took three days to weave a 12-meter cloth!

Indigenous women and Japanese women are even more wow-wow. That linen weaves faster, and it can come in an hour for a meter and a half!

The most important thing is simple, as long as you put on cotton or twine, open, shuttle, and encircle, so repeatedly, in just a few minutes, a piece of exquisite fabric is presented in front of you!

This is normal, the loom that Zhang Guoan saw when he was a child is compared to this era. Of course, it is not the same, in his eyes this kind of labor is cruel------ he wore his mother's homespun cloth as a child, and he does not want other women to suffer this in his heart.

Of course, if it is a high value-added job, such as socks and hand towels, such a job can be compensated if the salary is higher.

The all-wood hosiery machine is also easy. It can also be self-weaving, and he also wore his mother's weaving when he was a child.

Woven towels are also very simple. Unless you want to bring a pattern.

Products like this are not worth putting on water conservancy equipment, so weave them slowly.

The rainy season is just around the corner, and the golden age of hydraulics is not to be missed.

Zhang Guoan stepped up to build a water-powered loom with a copper, iron and wood structure, and he wanted to weave cotton and linen cloth with a width of one meter and two, and even cotton and linen!

When the director of Hu Zhenbei personally sent the bronze transmission worm, Zhang Guoan was happy to see it. This time, the level of precision casting has been significantly improved compared to the previous two, and there are significantly fewer places for them to grind again at the end.

Zhang Guoan praised him.

Director Hu Zhenbei was rarely modest, rubbed his hands and said: "It's better that the master said that you can use volcanic ash to make molds, at the beginning." I didn't listen------"

"You have to dare to try new methods, only middle-aged and elderly people don't like to try."

Hu Zhenbei, the director of the factory, did not leave after handing over the goods, and he said expectantly: "The master, my lady said, can my family also pass ------?"

"Yes, the wages of the two of you plus the original eighty percent."

"Master, my lady also said that the wages of this weaving cloth are so high, is it that the workers in the factory have also risen------"

"No, your workers' wages are twice as much as those of Da Song, what reason is there to go up?!"

"Lord's family, my lady also said that the weaving work can be done by dogs, and even indigenous women, women and Japanese women can learn ------"

Zhang Guoan doesn't like racial discrimination in this time and space, but this sense of superiority has been deeply rooted in their bones, and they can't change it for a while.

He said: "If you don't pay women a little higher, can you attract women from the Great Song Dynasty?" There are so many men here, don't you want others to find wives too? ”

Hu Zhenbei's face turned a little red, and he quibbled, saying: "How can a woman in the Great Song Dynasty know that the wages of women here are high? ”

"Do you think women make more money and they don't go around showing off? Do you still need to take the initiative to say?? ”

Hu Zhenbei, the director of the factory, is convinced, except for being able to laugh at Zhang Guoan, who is not very good at using fire, there has never been anything he can't do!

Everything is him, and he can't talk about him!

Director Hu Zhenbei has no choice but to take care of Zhang Guoan's main family and leave!

During the final debugging, Zhang Guoan saw that the shuttle was "Bang Dang!" "Bang dang!" His eyes were a little moist when he was on his own, and if he could go back to his childhood and build such a machine by the small river in the village, the cotton cloth of the whole village and the whole township would be enough.

When he was a child, Zhang Guoan's family was poor and could not afford to buy cotton cloth from the cooperative, but in fact, the farmers in the whole village could not afford it, unless they were married to a woman who worked in the city.

Every time he sees workers wearing dark blue overalls and cows coabling, Zhang Guoan doesn't believe that they will always be better!

Later, they really didn't have a good time.

His brothers and sisters and the whole family relied on an old loom to weave cotton cloth and sew clothes.

When the autumn breeze rose, my mother finished her farm work in the fields, and began to spend her days with this loom as a companion, busy weaving cloth to make clothes for the winter and the New Year.

At night, my mother sat on the loom and pedaled with her feet, holding a wooden shuttle, and as the pedal jumped up and down, my mother "danced" in the meantime.

The smooth wooden shuttle flew back and forth between the mother's hands and the sand line, and the loom made a rhythmic sound of "click" and "click", and in the lonely winter night, the sound flowed into the distance with sonorous steps, only to see the cotton cloth spread out in Bai Sheng's life slowly born under the mother's hands.

Zhang Guoan was tired and cowered in the quilt at that time, falling asleep with the sound of the loom, and waking up with the sound.

When it was late at night, my mother was tired and tired and couldn't support it, so she lay on the loom with her clothes and was confused for a while, then rubbed her eyes, beat her spirit and knitted again, Zhang Guoan read the hardships of life from her mother's tired figure.

In this way, my mother survived many cold and lonely sleepless winter nights with the loom, and she could not tell how much cloth she had woven by hand.

Hehe, now Zhang Guoan has the ability, but he has to stay away from his mother's ----- (to be continued.) )