The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

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Liu Jian solemnly said: "Your Majesty knows, what value is this thing?"

Emperor Hongzhi apparently didn't realize this problem. Upon hearing Liu Jian's question, his eyes could not help but narrowed his eyes, and he asked seriously, "Qingjia's words are all right."

Liu Jian said with a smile: "Copper money is only a hundred dollars. For ordinary people, there are many, but not many, enough to bear.

He paused for a while and continued to chatter.

"Compared to the leather goods that often counted two silvers, with this thing, your majesty, the people have a choice to keep out the cold. Isn't this a big happy event? The people ask for it, but they eat and wear warm clothes, people When he was full and dressed warmly, he would not be hungry or cold. His Royal Highness the Prince will work with Ding Yuanhou to make this sweater. For the people of the world, this is called Guang Shi's grace, which is enough to call it virtuous.

One hundred dollars ...

You can also keep out the cold ...

"Qing, can you give me a closer look."

Emperor Hongzhi immediately got his spirits up, his eyes widened as if he had watched the baby.

Emperor Hongzhi took it seriously.

He wanted to know what the clothes of a hundred or so money looked like.

Shen Wen hesitated for a while, but he was polite. He took off the bull-fighting suit he was covering and exposed his zebra-like sweater.

Emperor Hongzhi took a closer look, the hair color was very good, countless threads were entangled together, a bit similar to ... lock armor ...

The style is very novel, but this is not the point. This stitch is one thread, the thread is tight, and the layers are stacked ... After gazing at the emperor Hongzhi, he looked at Xiang Fangji and asked seriously: "Fang Qing's house, your clothes What about? "

This means, do n’t you mean sending my sweater? Bring it.

Fang Jifan said embarrassedly: "Secretary temporarily put on himself."

"Take it off." Emperor Hongzhi is not at all polite. He can't wait to try this sweater. It's really as magical as everyone said. It's very warm to wear?

"..." Fang Jifan murmured in silence, never thought that he undressed for the first time for the emperor.

He obediently went to the side hall, and inevitably borrowed a coat from the palace to put it on himself. Then he took this sweater to the Nuan Pavilion, carefully, as if holding the treasure.

"Your Majesty, this stitch and thread are all knitted by the minister himself. It lasted for half a month, and it took a lot of hard work. For this reason ..."

Emperor Hongzhi took the sweater and took it in his hand to observe: "How to wear it?"

Zhu Houzhao volunteered to ask: "Children come."

It looks respectful.

Emperor Hongzhi seemed guilty to him and nodded.

Zhu Hou stepped forward.

Xiao Jing carefully spread the clothes for the Emperor Hongzhi first. Zhu Houzhao was very polite and put the sweater directly on the neck of the Emperor Hongzhi.

"..."

Emperor Hongzhi felt a little bit, it was suffocating.

Very embarrassed.

Old face suffocated: "Cough ..."

I wanted to say lightly, my head.

But these words, but can not say, had to endure.

Zhu Houzhao is almost violent and brutal.

call……

Not caught, but stuck on the head of Hongzhi Emperor.

Zhu Houzhao didn't panic at all, but explained: "Father Emperor, the first time he wore it, it was so, slowly. Once he was born and matured again, don't worry, Father and Emperor will be ready soon . "

"..." Emperor Hongzhi sighed, and his eyes plunged into darkness, and it was uncomfortable to feel at his mercy.

Finally ... the world has returned to light, and the sweater finally fits in.

Emperor Hongzhi's face was extremely red, and the whole looked very uncomfortable. He was silent for a while before he let out a breath and raised his eyes to see Zhu Houzhao's worried face.

"Father and Emperor, you are OK, this is the first time ..."

"Well." Emperor Hongzhi didn't say much, just nodded gently.

Wear the sweater thoroughly.

Like everyone else, it was a little uncomfortable at first, but soon, Emperor Hongzhi felt a little warm in his body, and he said to the eunuch: "The charcoal fire was extinguished."

The **** was busy extinguishing the charcoal fire, and the emperor Hongzhi stretched his waist. The discomfort gradually decreased, and his whole body was up and down, unusually warm.

He looked down, looking at the crooked texture on his body and the messy stitches.

Emperor Hongzhi was a little bit blind.

Warm is warm, but ...

"Fang Qing's family, why is your sweater different from them?"

"It's the same." Fang Jifan looked embarrassed. They were all authentic prison uniforms, but the emperor Hongzhi wore them, but they looked like the clothes of a beggar.

No wonder myself, I am already very serious, but in this world, there is always the word talent.

Emperor Hongzhi pulled his face down, especially glanced at Shen Wen's sweater, then looked down.

Sure enough ... cheap is not good.

No wonder Fang Jifan is so excited to send the sweater.

What might be said.

Emperor Hongzhi squeezed the sweater's placket. The prickly neck here was a little itchy, but the overall feeling was still very good. In the future, wearing a high-necked sweater is enough.

He stood up and said with expectation: "Go, go for a walk."

Taking everyone out of the Nuan Pavilion, the cold wind whizzed outside. The Emperor Hongzhi didn't feel cold. He was weak. If he had suffered such a cold wind in the past, it would be uncomfortable. But now, there is no such feeling.

Emperor Hongzhi was happy, forgetting the other shortcomings of this sweater, he couldn't help but praise it: "It was really warm, Prince ..."

Zhu Houzhao stepped forward: "Children are here."

"Is this Fang Qing's idea again?" Emperor Hongzhi seemed to laugh.

Zhu Houzhao focused on his head: "Yes, it was his idea. He had many ideas, and his sons helped a little."

Emperor Hongzhi nodded his head and glanced at Fang Jifan: "The Fang Qing's family is indeed a bit of a ghost, but the ability to do so is much worse. Know nothing but do nothing. "

Probably means that your prince is a mentally handicapped person. Fang Jifan is a waste.

Of course, this is only a conspiracy understanding, and Emperor Hongzhi may not be the one thinking.

Emperor Hongzhi said again: "But it's understandable that Fang Jifan has a problem in Fang Jifan. I've received your sweater, Fang Qing's house, and I will wear this one in the future. This is your pain."

Fang Jifan said with emotion: "His Majesty, everyone is proud of beauty, but His Majesty does not look at the surface, but he does what he does, which is extremely difficult. A prince can meet His Majesty the Lord. It's a lucky thing. "

Zhu Hou smoked according to his face, the sweater was not well woven, and there was a lot of nonsense.

Emperor Hongzhi was happy: "How about the output of this sweater?"

Fang Jifan said: "The township government is in a hurry, and we must find a way to quickly occupy the market at the lowest price ... No, quickly send this affordable heating to thousands of households."

Emperor Hongzhi was relieved, and he felt more and more that when he encountered the prince ’s affairs, he was chaotic. When he wanted to come afterwards, he realized that it was wrong, and he could n’t help feeling annoyed. There are academies and schools for learning. These, the prince and Fang Qing ’s family, are indispensable. You should do your best. In the future, I will take care of everything for you. "

He faced the wind, like a child wearing rain boots deliberately trying to step on a puddle in order to try the effect of rain boots, only wishing that the cold wind was not big enough, and the weather was not biting enough.

The body is still warm.

………………

Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan almost fled, and came out of the palace.

Fang Jifan returned to Xishan, Wang Jinyuan had come to rejoice, and said excitedly towards him.

"Master, Master, our display was a great success, haha, many merchants have come to order, how many, how much they want."

Wang Jinyuan's eyebrows flew, and now, we only need to do our best to produce, the more production, the greater the profit.

Fang Jifan had already expected this.

"Then hurry up and find a way to hire a woman. If a woman is willing to weave here, she can bring her husband to settle down in Xishan. As long as her husband is not broken, Xishan can always arrange something for them."

"As for the textile machinery, it must be improved, and it will be manufactured on a large scale thereafter. Next month, I will produce 10,000 kg per day. By the spring of next year, I will be able to produce 50,000 kg per day."

This number is very scary.

Fifty thousand pounds, still Nissan.

But thinking of this huge demand ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and this is the only one, there is no semicolon monopoly operation, Wang Jinyuan naturally understands that even in the summer, people don't wear sweaters, but these knitted yarns, nor Sorrow sells, isn't it fast, can we enter the winter again? What's more, the biggest demand now is in the desert. In eastern Liaodong, it is only the Beijing teachers who are satisfied now, but in the future, I'm not sure.

Wang Jinyuan said quickly: "The villain understands, but ... in this workshop, the villain cannot get in the way of production."

This is his most annoying.

Wang Jinyuan is the general manager of Xishan. Whether it is a coal mine or a farmhouse, even if it is the logistics supply of Xishan and Tuntian Qianhu Office, he is responsible for everything. If there is nothing he ca n’t do, he also enjoys the feeling of making wind and rain. Xishan, the more important his status, the more the young master can't live without him.

As the status of Fang Jifan rises, Wang Jinyuan understands that he has to hold the thigh of the young master, and he will not let go when he is killed.

But the textile workshop alone was airtight and completely unable to be controlled by him, which made him very frustrated.

Fang Jifan looked at him coldly: "Want to go in to manage? It's not easy. If you cut yourself, you won't have this trouble."

Wang Jinyuan groaned for a while, his face pale as paper, and said with a smile: "This ... this thing is of little use to the villain, but ... after all, it was passed down by the ancestors.

Fang Jifan said: "The textile workshops all serve San Niang. She may be a little rusty now, but she can get started slowly and it will be easier to handle. I can see that he is a smart woman."

Wang Jinyuan died completely, and suddenly remembered something: "Master, Tang Bohu's letter arrived this morning, and he mentioned a person named Qi Jingtong, who is about to enter Beijing to face the holy thing."

Qi Jingtong ...

Fang Jifan was happy: "Got it."