I dressed as a witch doll

After returning from Wei Yin's place, Wen Chi took out the few seedlings in his pocket, and called the bell to ask her to find some flower pots with soil.

This is what he planted when he first studied Yuan Zhi, and most of them were actually proved to have no psychic ability in the end.

But even so, these little things were the ones that accompanied him through the most difficult time, and Wen Chi's old nature broke out, so he picked them up while others were not paying attention

So when Emperor Qiancheng entered, what he saw was Wen Chi and Chang Xiaosui squatting in the yard, each with a short-handled hoe planting weeds.

Seeing this, Qian Chengdi lifted his robe and took the initiative to participate.

Wen Chi glanced at him, but didn't stop him.

But in this regard, Qian Chengdi seemed to be extremely clumsy, either tore off the root of this, or the stem of that.

Wen Chi felt very distressed.

In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore, snatched the green plant that was being destroyed again in the opponent's hand, and chased people away: "Go, go, go, those who don't know think you have enmity with them!"

Emperor Gan Cheng could only retract his hand, but still squatted there with a cheerful face and watched them refuse to leave.

It was very cold outside, after planting the things, Wen Chi shivered and hid in the house to wash his hands, then climbed onto the kang with the thermos pot in his arms, reluctant to get down.

Seeing this, Ling Dang couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

She said before that this thing can be handed over to the gardener below, why do you have to do it yourself?

Even if you really dare, you can do it warmly inside the house. Why do you have to go to the yard to do these things against the cold wind?

But Wen Chi was so stubborn that he wouldn't listen to what he said, so that Bell was so angry that he fell on his back.

Xiaochun hid on Bell's shoulder, gently touching her cheek to comfort her, but Xiuhe led someone to carry a pot and put it on the kang table.

Bell used to be lively and sweet-mouthed, but after experiencing some things, his personality became more and more sharp.

Especially with the current master, the master has a generous personality and loves to joke with them. No matter what Ling Dang says on weekdays, their master obediently agrees and never talks back, but gradually develops a strong personality like Ling Dang.

But although Ling Dang said her mouth was tough, she actually cared about her master more than anyone else.While she was talking about it before, she immediately asked them to arrange the pot and the stove, for fear that they would freeze to death.

As soon as Wen Chi saw this ancient version of hot pot on the table, he immediately showed a sweet smile to Xiuhe, but his face was a little red when he saw Xiuhe, but he only said softly: "I never thought that it was the bell who told me to prepare it." of."

Wrapped in a thick blanket, she lay cross-legged on the kang and immediately looked at the stern-faced Ling Dang, imitating Baoyu in the TV series, shaking her head and coquettishly saying: "Good sister! I knew that Sister Ling Dang loved the most. Me!"

But all the maids in the house were amused at once, even Bell couldn't hold back his face and let out a burst of laughter.

After coaxing the bell, Wen Chi enjoyed the service of these kind-hearted ladies and sisters with peace of mind, and ate hot pot happily.

Even Qian Chengdi and Chang Xiaosui were also touched.

It's not that Qian Chengdi can't eat these things normally, but for some reason, he always feels that the same food tastes better in Fenglin Palace.

Probably because of the lively atmosphere here, people feel warm from the bottom of their hearts.

While eating the pot, Wen Chi drank two sips of warm rice wine. He felt warm all over his body, so he put down his chopsticks and said to Emperor Gan Cheng, "What do you want to see me for?"

Qian Chengdi used to love the potato flour, so he picked out a big handful of the potato flour, and then snorted a big bowl with the hot air.Seeing Chi's questioning, he quickly drank the soup in the bowl, swallowed what was in his mouth, and said:

"According to the days, Jicheng's weaving workshop should have been built, I want to ask when will the [-] bolts of silk come out?"

Hearing this, Wen Chi blinked his eyes in a daze.

Although it was agreed at the beginning, Wen Chi would provide technology and management, and Qian Chengdi only needed to pay.

But this time, among the people who went to Jicheng, except for Shang Kui and a few technical backbones, everyone else was sent by Emperor Qiancheng, and Wen Chi acquiesced that the silk weaving workshop was managed by Emperor Qiancheng.

Of course Wen Chi wouldn't bother with Qian Chengdi about these things, and he didn't even mention the dividends and the contract.

Can you still talk about the contract with the emperor and make sense?

Throughout history, he is too clear about that sentence, thunder, rain and dew are all due to the grace of the king.

So he just silently regarded himself as contributing technology to the people of Fengchao.

It's just why this matter is being asked on his head now?Isn't it all right for him to just ask the people below?

After thinking about it, Wen Chi asked tentatively, "Then I'll ask Shang Kui?"

Qian Chengdi smiled and nodded.

Three days later, Shangkui received news that the first silk weaving workshop had been completed and put into operation half a month ago. Due to the geographical location, the first batch of wind wheel spinning machines put into production mainly used psychic liquid as power— — Fortunately, the production of glass has greatly increased Yuanzhi's output, otherwise it would not be enough.

There are only ten such spinning machines in Jicheng, but it is more than enough to match 200 looms.

Now this silk weaving workshop can produce 200 pieces of cloth a day, and when 1000 machines are completed, it can produce 30 pieces in a month.

After Wen Chi received the letter, he couldn't help but click his tongue.

In the entire Feng Dynasty, the export of silk fabrics is only a million pieces a year. Such a workshop can occupy one-third of it in a year at full capacity. If there is a price advantage, what else will the other workshops eat? They will starve to death Got it.

It was only then that Wen Chi realized that his original plan of establishing four or five silk weaving workshops in Jicheng within a year would have a huge impact on Jicheng and even the entire Fengchao silk weaving industry.

In today's Fengchao textile industry, most of its silk products are still finished in the homes of female workers.

Because spinning consumes a lot of manpower, a woman can only complete 2 to 3 batches of cloth spinning and weaving in a month.And most of the time they are spinning.

And if there are three to five hundred such female workers in a workshop, it is already a large workshop with a good scale.They may organize some people to focus on spinning, weaving and printing and dyeing, but most of them are still family workshops.

Such a workshop can only produce a thousand pieces of cloth in a month, and the owner of the workshop can earn two to three thousand taels of silver a year, so he is a big workshop owner with a very good income.

Shang Kui also mentioned in the letter that the largest silk weaving workshop in Jicheng is the Lijiasi workshop of Shu Jiwei's friend Li Jingen's family.

There are about 3 female workers employed in the Li Family Silk Workshop plus the servants in Zhuangzi, as well as the weavers in the three cities including Jicheng who supply their Li Family Silk Workshop. cloth.

Because the large manor fields of the Li family are mostly used to grow mulberry and hemp, the cost of the silk workshop is lower, so the Li family's annual profit can be about 5 taels of silver.

In Fengchao, there were at most three or five silk workshops of the size of the Li family.

This is already the top of Fengchao's manufacturing industry.

But now, a silk workshop that Ye Tingsi casually built in Jicheng can replace two of these.

It can be seen that its productivity is terrible.

Calculating the cost carefully, all the silk from the Yetingsi Silk Weaving Workshop can be transferred to □ □ million vehicles a year, but if it cannot be sold, the emperor will lose 10 taels of blood.

Thinking about Feng Chao's pitiful financial income, Wen Chi felt a little sympathetic to him.

So when Wen Chi went to look for Emperor Qiancheng, his eyes were full of pity, "It will take about three or four months to produce 10 pieces of silk."

In the middle of the discussion, several ministers who were taking a break in the middle were drinking tea while pricking up their ears to eavesdrop on the conversation between the imperial empress.

After hearing the conversation clearly, one of them spouted a mouthful of old tea and almost choked himself to death.

Tan Yan looked at Lord Li who was frequently summoned by His Majesty recently in surprise, took out the handkerchief in his sleeve and handed it to him, "Master Li, what's wrong with you?"

Master Li gratefully accepted the tea that had been wiped off his chest, but waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, nothing."

But he was muttering in his heart, why did His Majesty entrust such an important matter to the empress?

Before, His Majesty was smacking his chest to make sure that the [-] pieces of silk would be ready within half a year. Originally, he thought that His Majesty would connect with the major silk merchants in the south of the Yangtze River, but he didn't know that His Majesty would entrust this matter to the empress. do it.

How can this be good?

The empress is a kind of girl, even if she has read a few books, she has been influenced by her ears and eyes at home and understands some major principles.

But this is a full 10 bolts of silk, 10 bolts!

Even the largest silk weaving workshop has to work day and night for a whole year to weave the cloth. How can the empress conjure this thing out of thin air?

It's too child's play!

But while he was thinking this way, Tan Yan beside him peeked at the two people in the room, and said cheerfully: "Your Majesty and Your Majesty have a very strong relationship, and I'm afraid His Majesty will have a successor in a few years, so we don't need to I'm worried."

Hearing this, Wei Ji, who was dealing with the memorial above, raised his eyes and glanced at the two people in the room, but then lowered his eyes expressionlessly, without saying a word.

Wen Chi was unaware of the unrealistic expectations that those outside had on him. After he told Emperor Gan Cheng the matter, he drank all the tea in his cup, got up and wanted to leave.

It's just that while he was wearing a robe under the service of the maid, Emperor Gancheng stood aside with a smile and said, "Your glass is really good. You don't have to worry about the melons and fruits in the palace this year. In the morning, they will be delivered again from the Huangzhuang." Several carts of fresh ones have been taken to your place. Just don’t forget my meal at night.”

Wen Chi shook his head and smiled at him, "It's not a coincidence, we have decided to go to Wei Yin's place to eat pot tonight."

Emperor Gan Cheng smiled and said, "Then I can't come?"

Wen Chi put the hood on his head, but blinked at Qian Chengdi, "Your Majesty, please spare me, who among them can eat and drink freely in front of you like me? "

Emperor Gan Cheng lowered his eyes and smiled, took the hand from the maid, touched it to make sure it was heated, and put a hand warmer at the right temperature, and then handed it to Wen Chi.

Then he raised his eyes and looked at him tenderly, "Then how many days will I come back?"

There is almost a pool of spring water in his eyes.

Wen Chi squinted at him with a smile, put his hands in his pockets and walked out. The moment he stepped out of the door, his voice came slowly, "How many days? No matter how fresh the melons and fruits are, they will all wither."

After speaking, he stepped over the threshold and went out.

But Qian Chengdi stood inside the door, chewed his words carefully, and then smiled again.

When Wen Chi returned to Fenglin Palace, he said to Ling Dang: "Your Majesty may come over at night, you ask Xiuhe to prepare some food, don't be unable to bring it out by then."

As soon as the bell heard it, she happily went out to make arrangements.

But Wen Chi sat down on the chair slowly, with an inexplicable expression on his face.