In a small courtyard in the southwest of Qingcheng, Ma Ruyi sent away the accompanying officers and soldiers and pushed the door with Wen Chen.

"Xiao Wen, you will live here in the future, if this son has something, he will come to you in person!"

This is a private house under the name of the fat man, he is not used to living in the green building on weekdays, and occasionally brings a girl to spend the night here, the environment is elegant, but it is also a good place.

The most important thing is that Wen Chen can't show his feet when he writes poems for himself, and there are many people in his mansion, so he is afraid that it will spoil good things!

Wen Chen looked around, although the courtyard of the house was a little deserted, not as good as the large flat floor where he lived in his previous life, but the situation in Tan Mansion was still much better than before, and the place was spacious enough to facilitate his own business, so he readily agreed.

"Then I'll thank Ma Gongzi in the future!"

"By the way, ...... the deed of sale of Tan Mansion?"

Wen Chen pretended to mention it intentionally or unintentionally, this thing is always a thunder in other people's hands, and now that the fat man is still good at talking, he has to come back quickly.

Ma Ruyi's expression froze, he did think about using the deed of sale to control Wen Chen, in case this kid was disobedient, he also had a handle in his hand.

However, the two have just reached a cooperative relationship, if he is too stingy at this time, he is really worried that Wen Chen will put himself together, after all, judging from this kid's previous strategy to get out of the Tan Mansion, his brain is really bright.

So Hu Xinlang laughed a few times, and took out a piece of paper with a red handprint from his arms, "Look at my brain, I almost forgot it!" ”

"Give!"

Wen Chen took the deed of sale, glanced at it casually, and after making sure that the fat man was not in the trap, he tore the paper into shreds casually, and a big stone in his heart fell to the ground.

"Since Ma Gongzi is so refreshing, I will also give Ma Gongzi a suggestion, the poem just now, please don't waste it, you should let it go to a bigger stage, so that it can bloom with its due light......"

The implication is that the literati and ink writers in this small place of Qingcheng are too unpopular, and wild boars can't taste fine chaff, if you want to be famous, you can take this thing to Tianjing City, don't waste Lao Tzu's eternal quatrain!

"Hey!"

Speaking of this, Ma Ruyi suddenly looked quite proud, "Xiao Wen, don't worry, this son will never bury such a good sentence, but there is no need to be reluctant, this son's teacher in the court will visit the Qingcheng public office to collect cloth recently, as long as he sees this poem, this son will definitely be famous all over the world!" ”

Wen Chen was stunned when he heard this, but he didn't expect such a casual reminder, as if he had discovered a trace of business opportunities!

In the Tan family for so many years, it is natural to know that the area south of the Yangtze River has always been a holy place for cloth merchants to make a fortune, especially Qingcheng, which is known as the "silk capital", and the imperial court will send people down to collect cloth in July and August every year.

But not every cloth merchant has the qualifications to supply cloth for the imperial court, with Wen Chen's previous understanding of the industry, only the Li family in the north of the city in Qingcheng is the cloth supplier hand-picked by the Dasheng imperial court!

But every year, the officials who come to collect cloth from the imperial court will basically arrive in Qingcheng at the end of July and early August, and now it is only the beginning of June.

The keen business sense brought by his previous life made Wen Chen feel that this matter should not be simple!

So he pretended to chat with Ma Ruyi and said:

"So early this year, the imperial court came down to collect the cloth, the timing is not right......"

Well?

Hearing Wen Chen's question, a trace of displeasure flashed on Ma Ruyi's face, this matter is a secret of the imperial court, if it weren't for the relationship with his uncle, he would not have been able to know, and then snorted.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't!"

However, in order to appease Wen Chen, he still added one more sentence.

"He's an old man, maybe there are other things to do in the future, it's not surprising!"

Listening to the fat man's prevarication, Wen Chen didn't respond too much on the surface, and he was sure that there must be an article in it! And it is likely to bring yourself the first pot of gold that has crossed into this world!

Dealt with two sentences casually, sent Ma Ruyi away, Wen Chen found the study non-stop and got in!

I finally found a pair of paper and pens from the corner, lit the oil lamp, and stood on the table and began to work.

If according to the historical system of the previous life, Ma Ruyi is a lifter, and his uncle is Qingcheng Taishou, with the status of these two, the fat man's teacher must be a big man with a face in the court!

But Wen Chen saw that the officials in Qingcheng who sat on this matter in the past were basically the cronies and eunuchs around the emperor in the palace, and this time he suddenly sent a big man down, and the time point was actually more than a month earlier, so there is only one possibility!

This time the work of collecting cloth is bigger than ever, and those eunuchs in the past can't do it, so they need the help of others!

That is to say, the cloth that the imperial court wants to collect from Qingcheng this year is either a huge quantity and requires the cloth merchants to prepare in advance, or the inconvenience is left with very low profits for the cloth merchants!

Thinking of this, Wen Chen couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth, on reducing costs and improving production efficiency, in this era, if you admit the second, no one dares to admit the first!

And what he was best at in his previous life was also to be small and broad, when Chen Xiaodao won 37 million with 20 yuan, with this hydro-powered textile machine, I used fifteen taels of savings to multiply a few times, right?

"The best embodiment of productivity progress is to replace labor costs with the help of mechanical external forces......"

After a busy night's work, five drawings full of various parts were finally completed, Wen Chen picked up one, looked at his work with satisfaction, and nodded slightly.

Now in this Qingcheng, one has no connections, two has no resources, and three has no raw materials, if you want to do this cloth business, you have to use the trick of borrowing arrows from grass boats!

Wen Chen, who has a doctorate degree in science and engineering, is naturally familiar with the water-powered textile machine that had a brief period of glory before the first industrial revolution, and the drawings are drawing the parts structure of the water-powered textile machine.

It's not as powerful as a steam engine, but it's ready to use, and it's less demanding on the raw materials it builds, but it's much more efficient than an old-fashioned loom!

And there happens to be a river running through the whole city, which is an innate geographical advantage!

This hydraulic loom can spin 80 threads at a time, that is, 80 times that of ordinary labor, and as long as it is operated properly, it can rotate day and night, that is to say, with such a machine, it is equivalent to hiring more than 100 people to work for themselves, a proper small landlord!

But the limitations are also relatively large, although the hydraulic loom is not much different from the steam loom in terms of production capacity, but the requirements for the environment are very high, and there must be a water flow to urge, that is to say, in a year, this thing can only work half the time.

However, this is enough to implement the plan, it is the middle of summer, and there are at least four months before the start of winter.

And he only needs to pay for freight and materials, which is not a big expense in this dynasty where labor is cheap.

Facing the morning light, Wen Chen, who had eaten a big bowl of mutton noodles on the side of the street, patted his belly with satisfaction, Qingcheng is located in the rich land of Jiangnan, it is the famous silk and satin hometown of Dasheng, and the merchants in the city who made a fortune on cloth are all twenty, and the Tan family is just one of the middle and upper ones.

Counting the silver money accumulated over the years, no more, no less, exactly fifteen taels, plus the coil that Tan Yuanyuan gave him to escape yesterday, almost sixty taels.

Wen Chen first found a suitable location next to the Yongji River that runs through the city, according to expectations, and then went to the street to pick a blacksmith shop that looked quite magnificent.

The shopkeeper of the blacksmith shop was a shirtless man with five big and three thick, with shiny tendons, who was dozing off in a chair, when he heard footsteps outside the door, he hurriedly opened his eyes and stood up, with a signature smile on his face.

But when he saw that the person who came was a young man dressed in gray linen clothes, his mood suddenly fell to the bottom.

"Alas......"

"Pick at will, choose at will, our store is genuine, and Tong Su is not bullied."

The perfunctory tone is not disguised in the slightest.

Wen Chen smiled indifferently, his dress was indeed not very eye-catching, but in the case of a shortage of funds in the early stage of the business, the silver still had to be spent on the blade.

"Boss, did you build the thing on this drawing?"

The shirtless man took the drawings handed by Wen Chen suspiciously, and glanced at them casually, his head was full of inexplicability, although the things painted on it were not difficult, but they looked very strange, and the ironware made in the shop on weekdays had no touch at all, and it didn't seem to be of any use.

"Young man, is this thing needed for your young master's son-in-law to have fun?"

Wen Chen shook his head slightly, "It's my own need." ”

"Hey!"

The shirtless man casually brushed the drawings aside, "With my years of experience, these things that dignitaries and nobles have tried, you kid can't afford to play, don't waste money, hurry up!" ”

After many years of iron striking in this green city, what strange ideas has he not seen?

A few days ago, the son of the Liu family, who opened a restaurant, built a pair of iron wings here for himself, and struggled to move them to the roof and tie them to his back.

This kid is young, why doesn't he learn well and love to play with these strange things?