The spinning machine used by Roche Wood is the structure of the Jenny machine copied by Luo Xiaoqiao, which is an introductory textbook for her to design machinery.

There are about 40 units, which are still wooden structures and come from Luo Dashan's craftsmanship.

"Aunt Wei, how is the spinning machine? What's the problem? Luo Xiaoqiao looked around and asked.

"No, girl, this is so easy to use, dozens of spindles in one go, much stronger than the three-spindle pedal spinning wheel we used before," Aunt Wei said.

"Xiao Qiao, you see that this cotton and sheep **** day is not enough, it has only been a little while, and a small half of it has been spinned", Aunt Bao San also added.

"It's okay, I've already found someone to buy the goods," Luo Xiaoqiao said as he went to see the textile machine.

This was researched by her and Old Man Wang. In fact, Old Man Wang played a greater role.

Who made Luo Xiaoqiao know more about weapon manufacturing, she is not omnipotent.

The last thing I got was a shuttle loom. The shortcomings are very obvious, such as large vibration, high noise, and high material loss, which is not conducive to high yield.

But so what? Much faster than handmade!

It is also thanks to the iron tools specially approved by King Jing, otherwise, just such a loom is enough for the whole village to have iron indicators for several years.

I don't know how big King Jing's iron ore is, and whether she can continue to support her in other things.

Now the strong laborers of Luojia Village have all come to her, and they want people, raw materials, and machinery.

The scale effect comes together, and the cost is infinitely low.

After a busy month, Luo Xiaoqiao has created an amazing output that these outsiders don't know.

As Wang Jinqiao's carriage carrying wool continued to drive into Luojia Village, the output of woolen sweaters gradually increased.

The eldest girl and little daughter-in-law in Luojia Village are two sweater needles when they have nothing to do, weaving the soft cotton thread and weaving their own future.

Time flies.

On the fifteenth day of every month, it is the day of wages, and the new people who come to work, everyone gets more than 600 yuan, and some of the good ones even get a tael of silver.

On the day the wages were issued, Luojia Village was completely boiling.

"I said, old man Zou, you don't take as much as your little granddaughter..."The excited villagers teased each other.

"What's the matter, my granddaughter earns a lot, I'm happy", Uncle Zou pouted his beard, spoke loudly, and was full of confidence.

The children were even more excited, running around the village and screaming, and the children of the twenty or so families who used to go to school now almost all the children in the village are together, and they are no longer so distinct.

The family members who got their wages were ready to buy meat to celebrate, and everyone was in high spirits.

Someone gave a thumbs up to Grandpa Luo, who was under the big tree: "Your granddaughter is this!" ”

Le's Grandpa Luo smiled, and his old face was red.

Of course, although his son is gone, all of his three grandchildren are good.

Especially Xiao Qiao, at a young age, he can bring his neighbors to make a fortune, which is the pride of their Luo family.

This new workshop after the expansion is actually Wang Jinqiao working with her, and Luo Xiaoqiao is responsible for the technical part, regardless of raw materials and sales.

The two have common enemies, so it's quite enjoyable to work together.

Now, the fabrics in the Wang's "Wuyi Pavilion" shop are not only colorful, but also have a variety of colors, the key is that the price is always cheaper than the Hongjia fabric.

The wife of the head of the Hong family also came to Wuyi Pavilion with the flow of people, and the more she looked at her, the more surprised she became.

There is no doubt that the products of the Wang family's store are better than she expected.

If this is just a small family, if it is suppressed by the hands of Old Man Hong, I am afraid it will not be able to become a climate.

But this is the Wang family, not only does it not share the sky with them, but even the power is on a par with them.

The business of Wang's shop continued to be lively, and this excitement even passed for a whole month, and there was no trend of cooling down.

Wang Jinqiao's business is also quite bad, he hired two women from the Red Mansion to stand at the door of one left and one right.

A large cotton trouser bought by the Hong family was worn, and the hem of the trousers was tied into the foot coat.

The other is wearing a woolen sweater and woolen pants, which are close to the body and thin, beautiful and generous.

In good conscience, the Hong family's cotton clothes are still quite good, and they are the latest popular models in Beijing and Jiangnan. Exquisite embroidery, exquisite buckles, just look very rich and atmospheric.

But really, there is no harm if there is no contrast.

Wang Jinqiao's hand made the Hong family's shopkeeper not know how many teacups he had broken.

Woolen sweaters have long become a must-have product in various provinces, and almost everyone has more than one set of women who love beauty.

In addition to woolen clothing, they also introduced gloves, with five fingers separated, with a difference between full fingers and half fingers, and the scholars wore half gloves in winter, which did not affect their writing and was very warm.

"Master, what do you think? This month, the guests of our fabric shop have been more than a little missing. The shopkeeper of the Hong family came over to report anxiously.

"What the hell is going on?" Old Man Hong's face was gloomy, so he went to Zhuangzi to relax for a few days, and how to come back changed the sky.

"Master, in fact, the color fabric is just that, we can also dye it. But we really can't carry that woolen sweater. The thin jacket ready-to-wear clothes we made here are almost unsold. ”

The shopkeeper's face was anxious, if it continues like this, they are afraid that their business will be greatly affected this winter.

"Fool, haven't you tried to make clothes out of wool too?"

"Master, we have tried, but no matter how we wash it ourselves, the wool is still fishy when it is dried, and the skillful embroidery girl can indeed make clothes according to it, but it is really impossible to wear it", said the shopkeeper with a bitter face.

"Aren't you going to buy the people of Luojia Village? I don't believe it, coercion and temptation, such a big workshop, there is no one who is tempted."

"Master, I tried it, but the people in contact said that the ingredients were given by Feng Ershao, and they only washed the wool, and they didn't know how to make it."

Master Hong slapped the table, his brows furrowed.

"That Wang Jinqiao is really hateful. We can't sell them here, so we can only reduce the price. But how much we drop, he will always be a penny less than us. Now our fabrics are almost at cost and can't go any further. The shopkeeper said.

"If it continues to fall, I don't believe they can sell at a loss," the Hong family master said fiercely.

However, in the afternoon, they put out a sign to reduce the price by five cents, and the price was directly reduced by ten cents on the opposite side, and the Hong family's store continued to be open.

"Is he crazy?" , Old Man Hong's old face was black, "There is no profit at all!" ”

In the Wuyi Pavilion opposite, Wang Jinqiao smiled with crooked eyebrows: "Fight with me?" Heh......"

Mrs. Hong also frowned, and said tentatively: "Master, I'm afraid the fabric won't improve in a short time." Fortunately, the New Year is coming to an end, and the woolen sweater is not so frost-resistant. The top priority is to occupy the cotton first. The rest of the thing, it's good to plot slowly"

Old Man Hong groaned: "The weather is getting colder, and the provinces do need a lot of cotton, and the cotton on Wang Jinqiao's side has been spun into cloth, and I don't believe that he still has a lot of inventory." ”

"The Wang family's business has indeed affected most of our shop's business. But when he came like this, there were a lot of people who offended, you go to contact a few other companies, and the bottom of the kettle was withdrawn, cutting off the Wang family's cotton feed. After thinking about it, Mrs. Hong said to the shopkeeper.

"How much cotton do you have in your hand?" Old Man Hong asked.

"More than 5,000 catties, not too much, but slightly more than in previous years." The shopkeeper replied after a moment's thought.

When Old Man Hong heard this, he touched his beard and said, "Okay, you and Mrs. will do the specific things." ”