Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 532 Contributing to meritorious deeds

  Liu Jian said solemnly: "Your Majesty, you know, how much is this thing worth?"

  Emperor Hongzhi was obviously not aware of this problem. Hearing Liu Jian's question, he couldn't help narrowing his eyes, and asked very seriously: "The Qing family has nothing to say."

  Liu Jian smiled and said: "Copper coins are only a hundred coins. For ordinary people, a hundred coins are a lot, but not too much, and they are enough to afford.

  He paused for a while, then continued talking.

"Compared to the leather goods that cost two silver coins at every turn, with this item, Your Majesty, the people have an additional choice to keep out the cold. Isn't this... a great joy? What the people want is nothing more than food and clothing. People eat If you are full and dressed warmly, you will not suffer from hunger and cold, His Royal Highness, together with Marquis Dingyuan, made this sweater, for the common people in the world, this is called wide-ranging kindness, and it is enough to be called a virtuous person."

  Hundreds of dollars...

  It can also keep out the cold...

   "Can you take a closer look, Qing and others?"

  Emperor Hongzhi cheered up immediately, his eyes lit up, as if he had seen a treasure.

  Emperor Hongzhi got serious.

  He wanted to know what the clothes worth a hundred dollars looked like.

  Shen Wen hesitated for a moment, but he wasn't too polite. He took off his bullfighting suit and revealed the zebra-shaped sweater.

  Emperor Hongzhi took a closer look, the coat color was very good, and countless threads were entangled together, which was somewhat similar to... chain armor...

The style is very novel, but this is not the point, the stitches are tight and layered... After staring at it, Emperor Hongzhi looked at Fang Jifan and asked seriously: "Fang Qing's family, where are your clothes?" ?”

  This means, didn’t you mean to give me a sweater? bring it.

  Fang Jifan said embarrassingly: "I'm wearing it on myself for the time being."

   "Take it off." Emperor Hongzhi was not polite at all. He couldn't wait to try this sweater. Is it really as magical as everyone said, and it is extremely warm to wear?

   "..." Fang Jifan choked speechlessly, never expecting that the first time he took off his clothes was for the emperor.

  He obediently went to the side hall, borrowing a jacket from the palace to put on himself, and then carried the sweater to the Nuan Pavilion, carefully, as if holding a treasure.

   "Your Majesty, the stitches and threads are all woven by the minister himself. It took half a month and cost countless efforts. For this reason..."

  Emperor Hongzhi asked someone to take the sweater, held it in his hand and observed: "How to wear it?"

  Zhu Houzhao took the initiative to invite Ying: "My son is here."

   Looks respectful.

  Emperor Hongzhi seemed to feel guilty about him, and nodded.

  Zhu Houzhao stepped forward.

  Xiao Jing carefully undressed Emperor Hongzhi first, but Zhu Houzhao was very rude, and put the sweater directly on Emperor Hongzhi's neck.

   "..."

  Emperor Hongzhi felt a little suffocated.

   Very embarrassed.

  The old man blushed: "Ahem..."

  I wanted to speak lightly, my head.

  But these words can't be said, so I have to endure it.

  Zhu Houzhao is almost brutal and ruthless.

  Hoo...

   It didn't fit in, but got stuck on Emperor Hongzhi's head.

Zhu Houzhao didn't panic at all, but explained: "Father, it's the first time you wear it, it's like this, it will be fine slowly, once you are born and you are familiar with it, father, don't worry, your son will be fine soon." .”

   "..." Emperor Hongzhi held back, the feeling of his eyes falling into darkness and being at the mercy of others was very uncomfortable.

  Finally...the world is back to light, and the sweater is finally slipped on.

  Emperor Hongzhi's face was extremely red, and he looked very uncomfortable. He was silent for a while, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up and saw Zhu Houzhao's worried face.

   "Father, are you okay, this is the first time..."

   "Yes." Emperor Hongzhi didn't say much, just nodded slightly.

   Put on the sweater thoroughly.

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

  The **** hurriedly extinguished the charcoal fire, Emperor Hongzhi stretched his waist, the discomfort gradually lessened, and his whole body was unusually warm.

  He lowered his head and looked at the crooked textures on his body, as well as the messy stitches.

  Emperor Hongzhi was a little confused.

  Warm is warm, but...

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

   "It's the same." Fang Jifan looked embarrassed, everyone was wearing authentic prison uniforms, but Emperor Hongzhi was wearing beggar's clothes.

   No wonder I, 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, and then looked down.

   Sure enough... cheap goods are not good.

   No wonder Fang Jifan was so excited to give away the sweater.

   might say anything.

  Emperor Hongzhi pinched the skirt of the sweater, and the prickly neck here was a little itchy, but the overall feeling is still very good, and he will just wear a high-necked sweater in the future.

  He stood up and said expectantly, "Go, let's go for a walk."

  Leading everyone out of the warm pavilion, the cold wind was blowing outside. Emperor Hongzhi didn't feel the cold. He was weak. If he had been exposed to such a sudden cold in the past, he would definitely feel uncomfortable. But now, he doesn't feel that way.

  Emperor Hongzhi was overjoyed, and forgot about the other disadvantages of the sweater, he couldn't help but praise it: "It's really warm, Prince..."

  Zhu Houzhao stepped forward: "My son is here."

   "This is Fang Qing's idea again?" Emperor Hongzhi smiled.

  Zhu Houzhao nodded heavily: "That's right, it was his idea. He had a lot of tricks, and my son helped a little."

Emperor Hongzhi nodded, and glanced at Fang Jifan: "Fang Qing's family really has more ghost ideas, but their hands-on ability is much worse. You spend every day in Xishan saying that knowledge and action are one. You are capable but ignorant. There is knowledge but no action."

  It basically means that you, the prince, are mentally retarded, and Fang Jifan is a waste.

  Of course, this is only a conspiracy theory understanding, and Emperor Hongzhi may not have such thoughts.

  Emperor Hongzhi said again: "However, Fang Jifan is ill, which is understandable. Fang Qing's family, I took your sweater, and I will wear this one in the future. This is your painstaking effort."

Fang Jifan said with emotion: "Your Majesty is a sage, everyone is proud of beauty, but His Majesty doesn't look at the surface, but sticks to the truth. It's a lucky thing."

  Zhu Houzhao twitched his face. The sweater is not knit well, and there is a lot of nonsense.

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

  Fang Jifan said: "Zhen Guo Mansion is in a hurry, and we must find a way to quickly occupy the market at the lowest price... No, quickly deliver this affordable heating thing to thousands of households."

Emperor Hongzhi felt at ease, and he felt more and more that when he encountered the prince's matter, he cared about it, and then he realized that it was a mistake. The crown prince and Fang Qing's family have contributed a lot to running an academy and starting a school, so please do your best, and I will make the decisions for you in the future, whatever happens."

  He was facing the wind, like a child wearing rain boots deliberately stepping on a puddle in order to try the effect of the rain boots. He only wished that the cold wind was not strong enough and the weather was not biting enough.

  The body is still warm.

  ...

   Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan came out of the palace almost as if they were fleeing.

  Fang Jifan returned to Xishan, Wang Jinyuan had come to announce the good news, and said to him excitedly.

   "Master, Master, our exhibition was a great success, haha, many merchants have come to place orders, how many they have, and how much they want."

  Wang Jinyuan was elated, now, we just need to work hard to produce, the more we produce, the bigger the profit.

  Fang Jifan had already expected this.

   "Then hurry up and find a way to hire women. If there are women who are willing to weave here, they can bring their husbands to Xishan to settle down. As long as her husband is not disabled, Xishan can always arrange something for them to do."

   "As for the weaving machine, it needs to be improved, and then it will be manufactured on a large scale. Next month, I will produce 10,000 catties a day, and by the beginning of next spring, I will be able to produce 50,000 catties a day."

   This number is scary.

  50,000 catties, still Nissan.

However, thinking of the huge demand, and the fact that there is only one family and no semicolon monopoly operation, Wang Jinyuan naturally knows that even if people don't wear sweaters in summer, the wool we wove will not worry about selling, and it won't be very fast. , Is it possible to enter winter again? What's more, the biggest need now is in the desert. In Liaodong, what is satisfied at the moment is only the capital, but in the future, it is uncertain.

  Wang Jinyuan hurriedly said: "The villain understands, but... in this workshop, the villain can't get involved in the production."

   This is what annoys him the most.

Wang Jinyuan is the general manager of Xishan. Whether it is coal mines, farmhouses, or even the logistics supply of Xishan and Tuntian Qianhu, he is responsible for everything. There is nothing he can't do. He also enjoys this feeling of calling the wind. Xishan, the more important his status is, the more the young master cannot do without him.

  As Fang Jifan's status rose, Wang Jinyuan understood that he had to hug the young master's thigh and would not let go even if he was beaten to death.

   But the textile workshop was airtight and completely out of his control, which made him feel quite frustrated.

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

  Wang Jinyuan thumped, his face was as pale as paper, and he said with a dry smile: "This...this thing is of little use to villains, but...but it is passed down from the ancestors after all, no, no."

  Fang Jifan said conveniently: "The weaving workshop is all taken care of by Sanniang. She may be a little unfamiliar now, but she can get used to it slowly, and it will be easy to handle. I can see that she is a shrewd and capable woman."

  Wang Jinyuan gave up completely, and suddenly remembered something: "Master, Tang Bohu's letter arrived this morning, and he mentioned that a man named Qi Jingtong is about to enter the capital to face the saint."

  Qi Jingtong...

  Fang Jifan laughed: "Got it."

  (end of this chapter)