Chapter 1289

Name:Mohist Tang Author:jiang chen yi nu
Xue Rengui's suffering is still in the future, and Wu Meiniang's suffering has just begun..

Now Wu Meiniang is at the end of her poverty. The spinning machine used now can inherit the finished products of thousands of years. It has been improved for thousands of years to reach perfection. If you want to improve, you must make a big breakthrough. It is useless to make a small fuss.

Wu Meiniang continuously improved several kinds of spinning machines, and finally fell short of success.

"Is it so difficult for a woman to make a career?" Wu Meiniang couldn't help but say dejectedly. Once she followed Merton, it was smooth sailing. Now she suddenly realized that her previous smooth sailing was that the master had pointed out the direction to her, which made her leave.

Now she is in charge of the spinning workshop, and there is no master to guide her. At this time, she feels the difficulty of starting a business.

"Would master be trapped if she was in this situation?" Wu Meiniang couldn't help but reflect. However, she shook her head immediately. Master didn't encounter difficulties. On the contrary, every time master encountered more difficulties than her, but she could deal with them easily and even go to a higher level.

"If the master were here, what would he do?" Wu Meiniang suddenly moved in her heart and began to think in the opposite direction.

"Mohist machinery!"

Wu Meiniang thought that the first application was to transport Mohist machinery to spinning, so as to save time as much as possible, so as to achieve more efficient spinning effect,

In addition to Mohist machinery, master will also apply other 100 schools of knowledge for Mohist use. Even a little improvement will also cause the finishing touch.

Wu Meiniang seemed to open a new door and suddenly opened up. At this moment, her mind burst with inspiration and thought. She shut herself in the room and studied behind closed doors.

A few days later, Wu Meiniang officially left the customs. Ignoring the worried Mohist woman, she simply cleaned up and went straight outside the city.

Wu Meiniang galloped along the brick road and soon rushed to a big workshop.

"Please let me know that Wu Meiniang of the Mohist school asked to see zhiniang." Wu Meiniang turned over and Ma Lang said in a voice.

"Wu Meiniang of the Mohist school." the concierge was shocked. Wu Meiniang, the eldest martial sister of the Mohist school, is famous in Chang'an city. Especially after the storm of selecting a concubine by the king of Jin, Wu Meiniang is well known to women and children. Now the concierge didn't dare to delay and hurriedly went in and reported it.

"It turned out that the famous senior sister of the Mohist school arrived, and zhiniang was really lucky!" after a while, a capable middle-aged woman appeared in front of Wu Meiniang, who was the famous zhiniang in Chang'an City and controlled the largest cotton spinning workshop in Chang'an city.

Although zhiniang controls the largest market share in Chang'an City, she does not dare to underestimate Wu Meiniang. First, Wu Meiniang is famous as a senior sister of the Mohist family. Second, as far as she knows, Wu Meiniang is now her competitor. She also has a cotton spinning workshop in her hand. If other people are not afraid of zhiniang, Wu Meiniang, who came from the Mohist family, makes her like a black eye, After all, the strength of Mohism is absolutely oppressive to an ordinary workshop.

"Zhiniang is kind. Meiniang has just joined the cotton spinning workshop. Only then can she know how difficult it is for women to start a business. Zhiniang's ability to stand in Chang'an City by herself is really admired by Meiniang." Wu Meiniang complimented.

"Meiniang flatters me. Meiniang is a heroine among women. She has been famous in Chang'an since she was young!" zhiniang said modestly, but she was actually vigilant.

"Meiniang came here today to talk about a deal with zhiniang." Wu Meiniang said the purpose of her trip directly.

"Oh! Meiniang, please speak!" zhiniang raised her eyebrows and waited for Wu Meiniang to follow.

"Meiniang built a new spinning machine, which is driven by water. It can spin ten cotton threads at a time. One spinning machine is comparable to the work of ten women workers. I don't know if the Weaver is interested." Wu Meiniang said directly.

The hydraulic spinning machine is her way to push back Merton's thinking. The biggest problem of the spinning machine is the power problem, which requires manual shaking, which is time-consuming and laborious. If the power problem can be solved, it will greatly improve the efficiency. Merton's concept of using the power of heaven and earth makes her instantly think of water instead of manpower.

"Seriously!" zhiniang was shocked in her heart and said with surprise on her face. Now she only has dozens of spinning machines. If there is a hydraulic spinning machine, the production capacity will increase more than ten times.

However, after zhiniang was only excited, she immediately shook her head with a bitter smile and said, "Meiniang really thinks highly of zhiniang. You know the current situation of textile in Chang'an city. Zhiniang can spin more cloth, which is also in vain. She can't sell in Chang'an city."

Like Wu Meiniang's analysis, zhiniang understands that in the feudal society of men farming and women weaving, spinning and weaving are essential skills for every family. Even Chang'an City has limited demand for commercially produced cloth, which is not appreciated by rich people. Everyone in ordinary families will do it. Otherwise, with Wu Meiniang's talent, her cotton spinning workshop will not be on the verge of closure.

Wu Meiniang came prepared and said, "zhiniang is a little biased. Do you know that in Chang'an City, in addition to the middle-class people who need cloth, hundreds of thousands of people need to buy cloth."

"Hundreds of thousands of people? Seriously?" zhiniang was shocked and looked at Wu Meiniang in disbelief. If there was a large market of hundreds of thousands of people, her workshop could be doubled.

"That's natural. Hasn't zhiniang heard the Mulan opera famous in Chang'an City?" Wu Meiniang said.

"Soldiers!" said zhiniang impressively. Chang'an city is the place with the most troops in the world. These soldiers have money and can't knit clothes. Although they usually have clothes sent from home, it's not so convenient. Most of them still buy them.

"Longxi Majia village makes winter hats and cotton padded clothes for the imperial court. Meiniang can introduce zhiniang."

Zhiniang's breathing is not heavy. You know, Majia village now makes winter hats and winter clothes for the whole northern army. The cotton and cloth needed are not a small number.

"As far as I know, the military is ready to reform the new army, buy soldiers' clothes uniformly, and no longer let my family mail them. But there are millions of soldiers in Datang, so zhiniang doesn't like it?" Wu Meiniang bewitched. Even 10% of the clothes of millions of people is enough to make zhiniang rise to the sky step by step.

Zhiniang's breath stagnated. After a long time, she asked the biggest doubt in her heart.

"Why me? Since Meiniang has skills and contacts, and has a cotton spinning workshop in her hands, why not do it yourself, but give the benefits to zhiniang." Wu Meiniang said bluntly: "because I have no water power in Chang'an City, because I want to give up the cotton spinning workshop, and because you and I are both women. By the way, I can transfer the market of Mojia village to you."

The biggest market of Wu Meiniang's cotton spinning workshop is Mojia village. Since Wu Meiniang gives up the cotton spinning workshop, it will not be cheap to others.

"In this way, zhiniang has no reason to refuse." zhiniang finally nodded. Zhiniang can be the leader of cotton textile products in Chang'an city with her own strength. Naturally, she has a bit of courage. At present, she has invested heavily in a batch of hydraulic spinning machines.

Zhiniang never doubted whether Wu Meiniang cheated him. If Wu Meiniang cheated him, the Mexican family would repay her ten times.