Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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Zhu Houzhao smiled happily.

Are people still human if they don’t make money?

These days weaving clothes, my hands are almost useless.

He couldn't help but said, "How much do you plan to sell this wool for a catty?"

Fang Jifan said: "It is much cheaper than leather. We are producing on a large scale, and the cost of manpower is low. When purchasing, because of the large scale, the price is much lower than that of ordinary people. Wool thread costs eighty cents a piece." In this way, an ordinary person only needs two catties of wool to weave a ready-made garment, and a garment costs one hundred and sixty renminbi, which is not much different from leather garments or even many pieces of cloth."

"So cheap?" Zhu Houzhao was taken aback.

"This is the benefit of scale. The larger the scale, the lower the cost, and our continuous production of textile machines requires rapid shipments, and then purchases a large amount of raw materials. A catty of wool, even if it is only three to five dollars. The net profit of the text, which is enough. The most important thing is the shipment volume."

"Of course, what's the point of buying and selling in the Zhen Guo Mansion if it's just about making money? You need to have a good reputation. This reputation and signs are often worth more than silver. Let's just say His Highness. His reputation is very bad. We urgently need To improve, instead of increasing the price, selling less and selling more money per catty of thread, it is better to rely on quantity and scale to make money. After all, this spinning technique will be learned sooner or later. This is not a secret recipe, and township The national government wants to take the top spot, relying on the scale of high quality and low price. Moreover, if the price is not expensive, and everyone has something to keep warm, aren't they still grateful to His Highness in their hearts?"

Zhu Houzhao nodded and nodded: "You can do whatever you want, let's... go sell sweaters tomorrow?"

"It's not for sale, it's for display." Fang Jifan smiled: "The purpose of display is wool."

Zhu Houzhao nodded and nodded: "What's more, later, I will bring a few catties of wool back to Bengong. I have to weave clothes for my sister, queen mother, and great-grandmother. Others weave. I think they don't weave well. It's too bad, the stitches are not even, I have to do it myself."

Zhu Houzhao seemed very satisfied. The wool with stripes like prison clothes was very warm on his body. Gradually, he got used to it and felt that his body began to adapt, and the discomfort began to disappear: "It's agreed, tomorrow... Ben Gong and You go to sell ready-made clothes."

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Zhu Houzhao dreams of getting rich. He is too eager to earn money. Perhaps to him, the amount of money is not important, but what is important is that he urgently needs to prove himself to others.

Of course you, he still needs to do a lot of important things, which are also very expensive.

As for Fang Jifan, after parting ways with Zhu Houzhao happily, he went to the workshop at the southern foot of Xishan Mountain.

The workshop is newly built.

Seven or eight textile machines have been produced, and dozens of well-trained craftsmen have already started production, and it is just the beginning. Fang Jifan is not in a hurry to increase production, but to train a group of backbones first.

However, it is not easy to recruit craftsmen, especially female weaving craftsmen. Not everyone hopes that the mother-in-law at home will show up in public. In the eyes of many people, the mother-in-law should stay at home and be honest with her husband and children.

Even if Fang Jifan is willing to pay a lot of money, there are very few people who are willing to come.

Fortunately, there are many farmers in Xishan, and the farmers still trust Fang Jifan. They regard Fang Jifan as their benefactor. The benefactor promised that no man will be allowed to enter or leave the workshop, and the female workers will go back to work. Specially asked people to let them go to work together. In short, there will be no accidents, which makes people feel relieved.

Otherwise, Fang Jifan would really be worried to death.

This... is the power of word of mouth.

It's rare that I have such a good character. Everyone trusts me. Fang Jifan naturally has to be careful with this trust. If there is an accident with the female workers, it will be a big problem.

Fortunately, the man Fang Jifan can come and go in this workshop. After all, he is a benefactor, and he is well-known, which is equivalent to being certified by the dental defense team.

When the women saw Fang Jifan coming, they were familiar with spinning and seemed a little cautious on the other hand.

Here, whether it is spinning, carrying raw materials, binding goods, or even carrying goods to the warehouse, it is all women.

When the goods arrive in the warehouse, men are only allowed to come here for two hours a day to carry the goods out of the workshop. During this time, women will not go in and out of the warehouse, and men are not allowed to enter or leave the warehouse at other times.

It can be said that Fang Jifan was heartbroken because of these old customs.

The women have already started to master the loom proficiently, and the leader of this workshop is called Liu Sanniang. As for the specific name, Fang Jifan doesn't know. When Fang Jifan looked at the list of female workers, his face was full of Green ones, because most of the names on them are 'Wu Liuniang', 'Zhang Deng', 'Yang Jiang', 'Qian Erniang', 'Zhou Liu' and the like.

Fang Jifan asked about their real names. As a result, Fang Jifan found that because most of the women here were born in poverty, they only had nicknames when they were young, and they didn't even have official names. On the back is my natal family's surname, first name...doesn't exist.

Well, Fang Jifan could only admit it by pinching his nose.

To a certain extent, Fang Jifan didn't like the romance novels of his previous life very much. He was always a man with a face like a crown of jade, who was taken by a little jade or a young lady, and how he would vow to each other afterwards. In this era, women don't have the slightest subjective consciousness. If they fall in love with you, they risk being immersed in a pig cage. Don't worry about having nowhere to go.

Because you are Ximen Qing, are all the women in the street Pan Jinlian?

You know, in this day and age, even a rumor is enough for an innocent woman to hang herself immediately in order to maintain her reputation, not to mention a skin-to-skin relationship, even talking to a man casually may be difficult. fatal.

If you want a woman, you can go to find someone else's parents. After six rituals, you can only get married. If you want to talk about love, it doesn't exist. How big is your face? Not to mention the ladies of everyone, even the daughters of ordinary farmers, they would never dare to cross the thunder pool, otherwise, how could the ancient brothels be so lively, and even the prostitution was so popular at the time, the young masters really had no chance at all.

No matter how suave you are, you didn't marry a wife and take concubines in person, or a housekeeper, someone sold it to you directly, or went to a brothel to buy a smile, who cares if you look like a crown jade, you are tall Badou, go find a man!

Even if Fang Jifan came in with this identity, he seemed extremely cautious, and he must have a few old mothers to accompany him, for fear of being criticized. He has a good character, but deep down in his heart, Fang Jifan still has this cognition.

But if the person who wants to be cheated hangs the beam and throws himself into the well, this is really a big mistake.

Liu Sanniang is a widow, and she doesn't seem to plan to set up a chastity memorial archway, so she is more open than ordinary women. Most of the people, when Fang Jifan asked them, they all lowered their heads and refused to answer.

This Liu Sanniang can be regarded as a knowledgeable person, but Fang Jifan knew that she was a decent family, and if she hadn't saved some money for her children, she would never have come out of the house.

"Master, now, the efficiency has improved a lot. The thread produced today is already nearly a thousand catties. In a few days, I'm afraid the number will increase."

Fang Jifan nodded: "Is there any problem with the loom? If there is any problem, write it down, and I will ask someone to improve it."

Liu Sanniang kept a certain distance from Fang Jifan, but Fang Jifan was not defensive, and said: "Remember, there are a few places where the shuttle is easy to get off the thread, and the pedal is not reliable. The sitting ones are easy back pain, and..."

She said a lot.

Right now, everything is difficult at the beginning. After this period of time, all the female workers have become proficient, and it will be fine.

As for the loom, it must be improved. Liu Sanniang is a shrewd person, and she is the one who makes the decisions inside and out. It is said that when she was a girl, she was actually a woman from a wealthy family, so she was able to write when she was young. Will count. The husband she married is also a respectable person in the local area. It's just a pity that her husband died early. Like many places in Ming Dynasty, after her husband died, the family had no support. Uncles, or relatives of the husband's family who were of the same clan, would inevitably bully her, an orphan and widow. ...the fields are all gone.

Liu Sanniang is very attentive, she has a pretty face, and she does things vigorously, or raising a child alone, there are countless sorrows behind her, so she appears extraordinarily mature and calm.

Fang Jifan said: "In a few days, some women may be sent here. You should teach these people first, and then make some looms. The output will continue to increase. Today is a thousand catties, and tomorrow will continue to increase. Anyway , This product cannot be broken. Besides, there must not be any sparks here, you have to remember this.”

"Please rest assured, young master, I will take care of you here at any time, and nothing will happen."

Fang Jifan wanted to laugh, but after thinking about it, forget it, stop laughing, fuck it, what kind of rules are these, you have to be careful when you smile with others, so as not to be looked at by others, Fang Jifan said with a straight face: "You have to worry about it." .”

It was almost as if he was escaping. After leaving the workshop, he patted his head. After staying in the mansion for a long time, he was always self-righteous, but now... he really saw the power of the famous teacher.

Forget it, take your time.

Sell ​​wool first.

With his hands behind his back, he went home.

Seeing Xiao Xiangxiang, Xiao Xiangxiang hurriedly brought him a charcoal basin, heated it up, and froze a bit.

Fang Jifan frowned: "Why didn't you burn charcoal just now?"

"Burning charcoal is expensive. You have to save money. Manager Yang has explained that no one in the house is allowed to burn charcoal for no reason except the young master. Don't waste the money of the master's family. Only burn it when the young master comes back."

Fang Jifan suddenly thought of something, and took a deep look at Xiao Xiangxiang: "Xiang'er...forget it..." Fang Jifan whistled heartlessly again, with a wild look: "Also, tell that bastard surnamed Yang, I, Fang Jifan, have plenty of silver, and the entire family has nothing else to do. Just burn this carbon, and Fang Jifan has mines!"

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