Datang Fenghua Road

"What about the selling price?" Li Ji asked again, with a solemn expression on his face: "What is the price your lord is going to sell, this is related to the profit of the industry..."

Han Yue thought about it for a while. A pure wool sweater in later generations was about a few hundred dollars, which was about half a tael of Tang silver, and it was about the same as copper coins.

Considering that the economy is not very developed in this era, Han Yue quietly gave a discount, he slowly stretched out five fingers, and said lightly: "I just calculated carefully, a sweater can be sold for this amount..."

"Fifty wen?" Li Ji looked surprised.

Han Yue sneered, hehe said: "The British man is not enough, you can increase the price tenfold, five hundred cents!"

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Li Ji took a deep breath and murmured, "Isn't that more than half a pass?"

Although in ancient times, it was said that one thousand words were consistent, but when it was really circulated, eight hundred words were regarded as consistent.If a sweater sells for five hundred cents, it is indeed more than half a coat.

"Don't joke about King Zhao of the West Palace. This matter involves industrial income, and it must not be said too much."

Han Yue laughed, pointed at the robe on Li Ji's body and said, "How much does it cost to make a brocade robe, Mr. England?"

Li Ji lowered his head subconsciously and pondered: "This robe was hand-sewn by the old couple. The handwork is not expensive, but the fabric was indeed purchased. Three pieces of robes were sewn from one piece of satin."

Han Yue nodded and suddenly said, "Then let me ask you, how much does it cost to buy a piece of fine silk?"

"About ten..." Li Ji blurted out, and before he finished speaking, he was suddenly stunned, and muttered: "In this way, the cost of this old man's robe is at least three yuan!"

"Your robe is worth three dollars, but it's definitely not as comfortable as a sweater!" Han Yue smiled slightly and said lightly, "What's the price of the sweater? We only sell half of it..."

Li Ji nodded again and again, and finally with a smile on his face, he said solemnly: "The price is cheaper than the brocade robe, but it is more comfortable to wear than the brocade robe. The old man is confident now that your wool industry will definitely make a fortune!"

Han Yue laughed. He looked up at the sky and recalled, "That's natural. I couldn't even wear a pure wool sweater before..."

A young girl beside her shyly said, "My lord, after you set up your workshop, the slave family wants to knit you a sweater that is the most beautiful in the Tang Dynasty. Do you dare to wear it?"

Han Yue laughed, deliberately joking: "As long as you don't chase me and make me toss, I dare to ask anyone who gives a sweater..."

The surrounding Han women laughed for a while, the girl blushed, and said: "Since you want to wear the sweater of the slave family, then you have to give me a child. The little girl has no relatives at home and needs a child to support me."

Such a bold seduction made Han Yue blushed and had a thick neck.

At this moment, the Han girl who was initially pulled up by Han Yue suddenly changed her face and cried, "The slave family just thought of something, cattle and sheep are the wealth of the Turks, and they will never make wool for us. Textile!"

As soon as these words were said, the surrounding Han women also changed color, and some of the weak temperament couldn't help crying again.

Without wool, we cannot do weaving.

If you can't make textiles, you will definitely not be able to make money.

If they can't earn money, they will still starve when they return to the Central Plains.

Chapter 365 The first batch of gold was born

The worries of the Han women were immediately dispelled by the words of several princes. Li Ji and others snorted coldly at the same time. Liu Hongji breathed out hot air and said viciously: "Don't worry, you girls. For the wool of the textile industry, the old man promises that the grassland will not If there is Turkic again, who dare not give wool, we will cut it until his mother can't recognize it!"

This guy's face is fierce, his eyes are blood red, and his eyes are murderous.

Han Yue suddenly touched his chin, frowned and sighed: "It's over, I suddenly remembered something, that kind of loom is too efficient, if assembly line operation is adopted, a production team of ten female workers can produce at least four pieces a day sweater……"

Four sweaters?

That's two bucks!

There are ten female workers in a group, [-] female workers are [-] groups, and they can produce [-] tons in one day?

"Pfft..." Liu Hongji took another breath of heat and shouted loudly: "I can't bear it anymore, I want to destroy the Turks, I want to kill Jie Li! Wool, I must grab the wool..."

Han Yue suddenly scratched his head and murmured: "I suddenly thought of one thing, this king can build a workshop by the river, and then build a hydroelectric power station, using electricity instead of manpower to drive the textile machine, the output should be able to Turn over twice..."

quadruple?The princes looked at each other.

One time is eight pieces, and two times is sixteen pieces.A sweater costs half a penny, hiss, everyone gasps, sixteen pieces are eight pennies.

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Niu Jinda stomped his feet fiercely, shaking the ground in clusters. The prince's eyes flashed fiercely, and he said viciously: "This old man suddenly felt that the Turks should not be destroyed, they should all be reduced to slaves, and let these foreigners herd sheep for us!"

"Yes, yes, all are demoted to slaves, and then obediently become a shepherd!" Liu Hongji laughed. One hundred sets of eight hundred, one thousand sets is..."

This guy raised his head blankly and murmured, "Who can tell me how much money eight thousand female workers can earn?"

Han Yue floated to his side like a ghost, and said faintly: "Sixty-four thousand sticks!" After speaking, he seemed to think that it was not scary enough, and suddenly stretched out a finger and continued to say faintly: "One day..."

"I'll be darling!" Liu Hongji couldn't help shivering, and murmured with crooked eyes, "Is this account wrong? How much does the sweater cost?"

Han Yue glanced at him and said in a low voice, "Wool is almost worthless, and it can be transported by the army, so the cost of sweaters is very low, which is just the wages paid to female workers..."

Liu Hongji hurriedly asked, and said eagerly, "How much is the salary a day?"

"Each group of female workers has two tiers, and then calculate the cost of meals and various benefits. It is also calculated as two tiers every day, and the total is four tiers. Eight tiers minus four tiers still leaves four tiers. Hey, this calculation is indeed a bit scary. ."

Han Yue deliberately glanced at everyone, then slowly raised his fingers, and continued: "Each group of female workers earns four guan, 3 groups earn 100 guan, [-] a day, and [-] million a year. , Eh, this number is even more frightening, could it be that I made a mistake in my calculations?"

"Ahahaha, you didn't miscalculate, you didn't miscalculate, and we didn't hear it wrong!" This time it was neither Liu Hongji nor Niu Jinda who spoke, but Cheng Yaojin, the demon king of chaos.

Lao Cheng's eyes were also bloodshot. He held a big axe in both hands and stared at the Han women around him.

"These female dolls are treasures. My old Cheng solemnly announces that I will cover these dolls in the future. If anyone dares to touch a single hair on them, I will chop off his bird's head directly."

Han Yue couldn't help touching his nose and whispered, "Uncle Cheng, don't swear in a hurry, I suddenly remembered something!"

Lao Cheng turned his head blankly, his voice trembling: "Baby, could the output be doubled?"

"The output can't be doubled..." Han Yue felt a little embarrassed and said: "But the profit seems to be a little wrong. I suddenly thought that sweaters make less money. In fact, there are more profitable varieties that can be produced."

"No, there are more money-making varieties?"

"Yeah, for example, high-end wool coats and luxurious wool blankets. One piece of these items can be sold for two pieces, but the production does not take man-hours. Each group of female workers can produce ten pieces per day!"

Old Cheng's eyes were straightened, and he murmured: "Doesn't that mean that a group of girls can earn 7000 yuan a day, and more than [-] yuan a year. This is just a group of female workers. If it is [-] groups..."

His eyes were blurred, and he couldn't figure it out.

Li Ji next to him coughed, and said in a deep voice, "6000 million guan, equal to twice the treasury funds of my Tang Dynasty!"

This statement is too scary, Han Yue shook his head quickly, and said: "6000 million is just the production budget, the actual sales can't be so much, I estimate that the maximum is 2000 million a year."

He raised his fingers again, frowned and fiddled for a long time, and then said: "The profit of sweaters is 1000 million, and the high-end products are 2000 million, which adds up to a total of 3000 million, but there is a mistake in this calculation, because it calculates that all female workers weave sweaters and high-end products at the same time." , so the actual profit should be 3000 million divided by two. Hmm, with an annual income of 500 million, this business can barely do it.”

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