During the Ming Dynasty, wool weaving was still a very rare thing in the Central Plains.

At that time, the Han people generally played cotton and silk. Usually only herders from ethnic minorities can play wool weaving. Because of the Silk Road, Shaanxi has a lot of exchanges with ethnic minorities and the West.

Therefore, at that time, the wool textile technology in Shaanxi had absorbed the textile technology of the Han people, the Tuyuhun people, the Tubo people and other ethnic groups, which not only had the style of the ethnic minorities, but also the exquisite beauty of the Han people.

This thing has a name called "Fang Wu".

It's expensive! It is a good thing that can be paid as a tribute to the palace.

Liu Maopao and Zhebu's small textile factory is what they do!

Jebu's mother, Angele, also came to the factory and brought the wool weaving technology of the ethnic minorities with her, and then a group of Han women were hired to join the factory and apply the technology of the Han people.

After several days of running-in, the first "wool blanket" of the warm and sleepy textile factory made its debut.

This is a tribute-level good product, as soon as it leaves the factory, it was immediately robbed!

Who doesn't want a small family fortune in Gaojia Village?

But......

The wool blanket was eventually bought by the old village chief.

The old village chief is virtuous and respectful, what kind of things he wants to buy, what kind of high school one, high laba, high junior five and the like, how dare to rob him? Don't look at the fifth year of high school sweeping the eight wildernesses on the battlefield, facing the crutches of the old village chief, the fifth day of high school can also kneel and shout "Grandpa, I was wrong".

As for those who are not surnamed Gao, they are even more far away.

Besides, isn't it reasonable for the old village chief to be old and want to sleep with a warm blanket wrapped in sleep? It is unreasonable for younger generations and the elderly to grab this kind of warm thing.

"Brother Bubbling!" Zhebu took a large amount of money paid by the old village chief and was very excited: "Look at it, the first product of our factory has made so much money." ”

Liu Maopao smiled: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

Angel was also a little excited: "I didn't expect that a little bit of wool can be sold for so much money, and the money can be used to buy a lot of useful things, iron pots, shovels, tea, ......."

Liu Maopao: "You can write a letter and discuss it with your father." In the future, all the wool of your tribe will be sent to us. Let's process and process useless wool into a lot of money, which can be used to buy various materials and then send them back to the Wushen tribe. Your people will be rich. ”

Jebu: "Huh? If I help my people become rich, they will be grateful to me, and when I become the patriarch, they will listen to me even more. ”

Liu Maopao: "Yes! When the time comes, whoever does not listen to him will be unable to sell his wool and will die of poverty. ”

Jebu: "It's amazing to bubble brother. ”

Liu Maopao laughed.

Of course, Zhebu hurriedly wrote a letter, he studied in the school in Gaojia Village for a while, and now he no longer needs Liu Maopao's help to write simple family letters......

This letter was soon sent to Wangjiacha Castle through the messenger of Gaojia Village, and then to the Wushen tribe through the cavalry troops of Soap Ying.

At this time, the Wushen tribe was gearing up and beating people everywhere.

After the last time the soap warbler talked to the Wushen patriarch, the patriarch's ambition began to rise. Several tribes that have been conquered were organized into a coalition army, and the small tribes that had not yet surrendered were hammered to the ground one by one.

This kind of thing is not new in the Mongolian steppe, they have always lived like this.

So it's not surprising that other tribes were beaten, those who could resist resisted would resist, and those who couldn't resist would surrender, simple and direct, clean and neat, not at all glamorous and pretentious.

However, the Wushen patriarch also encountered a little difficulty.

That's the material problem!

The weather on the grassland is getting colder and colder day by day, and if you just beat your own people, if you don't beat the Han people, you can't get all kinds of materials, and this winter is not good.

It was in this situation that the Ukishan patriarch received a letter from his son.

When I looked at it, I couldn't help but be excited: "Yo? Did Jeb and Angel do a good job of selling cheap wool for so much money? In that case, I can send more wool and make more money, and this winter will not be sad. ”

The Wushen tribe has now actually controlled six or seven tribes, and all the sheepskin and wool accumulated by these tribes before were collected, packed into a bag, handed over to the caravan sent by Gaojia Village, and transported all of them back!

The old bottoms of several tribes have all been hollowed out.

Then, this large amount of wool was desperately transported to the warm and sleepy textile factory......

As a result, woolen blankets, woolen sweaters and other messy things began to be shipped wildly. The people of Gaojia Village can replace their thick and bulky cotton clothes with light and flexible woolen sweaters.

The Wushen patriarch also had a great reputation because he "not only fought hard, but also provided enough supplies to the tribesmen", and those tribes he conquered were now even more desperate to listen to him.

Chongzhen seven years, early winter.

It's already freezing on the steppe......

In Ordos, a big conference is being held.

The host of the meeting, named Erjin Epfuchen, is the bloodline of Genghis Khan, the representative of the old aristocracy of Mengyuan, and the actual controller of Ordos.

"Patriarchs." He said slowly: "Lin Dan Khan is dead, and now my Great Yuan Dynasty has no leader, and the tribes are falling apart. The Ming no longer trade with us, nor do they send us supplies. Jin Guo is eyeing it again, today there is nothing to do, and tomorrow it will send troops to attack. The current situation is very difficult, and this winter is about to be overcome. ”

The patriarchs were silent.

Erjin Phosphor said: "I think left and right, it is better to simply surrender to the Jin State, the current Jin Kingdom is stronger than the Ming Dynasty, we should not be wrong to follow the strong." Who is in favor? Who is against? ”

All the patriarchs present were silent.

"I'm against it!" A man suddenly stood up with a slam on the ground.

Everyone looked at it, and it was the Wushen patriarch who was opposed.

Er'er Zhijin Phosphine was suddenly furious in his heart: What I said, someone dared to object? It's so ignorant of lifting.

He is a descendant of Genghis Khan, the helmsman of Ordos, this little Wushen patriarch, so bold?

He jumped up and slapped the face of the Wushen patriarch, intending to whip this rude guy away in front of all the patriarchs.

Unexpectedly, the patriarch of Wushen didn't stand and let him smoke, but grabbed the arm of Erjin Erfuchen with a backhand, and the hands of the two suddenly froze in midair.