"Yes, Madam, this is the woolen cloth that the weavers spent three months experimenting on. The finer and softer one is cashmere. The output is low and the price is high. The thicker one is wool, and it can now be mass-produced!"
"Young Madam, can you hand over all the wool to Wanjia for purchase?"
Wan Guanshi was excited when he talked about these woolen cloths.
The ingenious weavers in the southeast can spin wool and weave cloth at a speed that is no slower than cotton spindles.
The most important thing is a large coat made of woolen cloth, which is lighter and warmer than a cotton-padded jacket, and the price is only 30% of a mink coat.
This kind of cheap and high-quality thick woolen cloth is very suitable for winter in Beijing and the south.
As long as ordinary people have a few hundred pennies on hand, they can buy a thick and elegant winter coat, which is tailor-made for ordinary people with a slightly better financial situation.
When I think about the hundreds of thousands of residents in the capital, Wan Guanshi's blood boils and his heart surges.
This is a big business that can rewrite the family tree!
He just wants to quickly buy large quantities of wool on the grassland, preferably like fresh cattle and sheep, and let Wanjia have a monopoly.
Song Liyun held the woolen fabric in his hand and thought deeply. This kind of fabric is actually most suitable for the army. The Zhenbei Army wears armor in battle, and usually wears a layer of jacket under the armor.
But the armor was cold, and it was not warm in the ice and snow.
According to Zhao Tingduo, in fact, more troops were lost to frostbite on the battlefield than were killed in battle.
The Di people wear leather robes to protect them from wind and cold, allowing them to move freely and have strong fighting power.
This is also the reason why Di bandits always carry out plunder in winter.
When Zhao Tingduo wears armor, he always wears a soft lambskin waistcoat underneath so that he is not afraid of the cold. Of course, not everyone has this configuration.
If the Zhenbei Army could be given a woolen base coat and armor, the combat effectiveness would be instantly enhanced.
Seeing that Song Liyun was deep in thought, Shopkeeper Wan suppressed his impatience and did not rush him. He only served the tea and drank it slowly.
This was a big deal, and he couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry. With the relationship between Wanjia and Song Liyun, he believed he wouldn't be disappointed.
Sure enough, Song Liyun only thought about it for a moment, then nodded and said: "I can provide wool to Wanjia on behalf of Mida City!"
"But there is one condition, that is, we have to buy back the woolen cloth at a low price!"
"Repurchase? Why? Mida City needs woolen cloth? What is low price?"
Before the smile on Steward Wan's face could show, he asked a series of questions in surprise.
Does Song Liyun want to sell it alone at a high price?
Wan Guanshi doesn't believe this.
He has known Song Liyun for several years, from the first few pieces of sheepskin and cowhide to now.
The girl in front of me is not a greedy person. She will always let several parties cooperate and participate in the form of dividends and shares, and everyone will share the soup and meat together.
It is said that this is a joint-stock cooperative system, and its ability to resist risks is greater than that of going it alone.
He must have other plans now!
Song Liyun actually hadn't thought about the specific operation method. It was just an idea, and it was not something she could decide when it came to the Zhenbei Army.
"Uncle Wan, I plan to sell the woolen cloth to the military camp. The price will naturally not be too high. But you believe that the Wan family will definitely make a profit."
"Military camp?" Manager Wan was a little confused. He had been in business for half his life, and he never thought about the relationship between his woolen cloth and the army, nor did he think about military resources at all.
He stuttered a little: "Can a sergeant buy a cashmere coat?"
"Of course it's not a cashmere coat, Uncle Wan. This needs to be discussed with the garrison master before deciding. In addition, as long as the Zhenbei Army wants cashmere coats, I guarantee that I can get another silk business for the Wan family. It will also be a one-off deal."
Thousands of businesses!" Song Liyun said with a smile.
Manager Wan is completely stupid!
You can produce 10,000 sets of clothes in one breath, instead of setting up a stall or opening a shop to sell them one by one.
"Are you serious about this? Madam, I am too old to withstand the torment of strong winds and waves. Do you know this sentence? I will not be able to sleep for three days and three nights!"
Although Wan Guanshi looked calm and joked, his breathing was obviously rapid.
"Uncle Wan, please don't get excited. This is just my idea, nothing to count!" Song Liyun couldn't decide casually now, but if he didn't say so, he couldn't explain that he wanted to get involved.
How can Guanshi Wan believe that Song Liyun has never told a lie in these years, and what she wants to do is exactly what she wants to do.
There was something on his mind, and he suddenly became restless. Wan Guanshi couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up and said, "I will wait until the slaughtering season before leaving this time. I'm not in a hurry. You can discuss it slowly."
As he said that, he walked out, his pace a little faster, and as soon as he went out, he bumped into Zhao Tingduo who was walking in.
Just now, Manager Wan was discussing business with Song Liyun, and he was chatting and drinking tea with Song Dekui and Lin Qingyuan in the nearby study, asking for news from outside.
Zhao Tingduo didn't care much about various businesses, he only cared about the various dynamic changes of the grassland tribes.
In Song Liyun's words, all he needs to do is build a stage for Ayun and give him a safe harbor. It's very good. He doesn't have to do things he's not good at or doesn't like.
Just now he heard Lin Qingyuan say that there were rumors among the people that the Dilu royal court was going to the capital of the Wu Dynasty to deliver letters of credence and that it should be regarded as a vassal state.
As we all know, Dilu has no country. Where did this letter of nationality come from?
Although these rumors come from storytellers in wine shops and teahouses, they are not trustworthy.
But there is no smoke without fire, everything always has a reason.
After hearing this, he hurried over to discuss with Song Liyun, not wanting to run into Wan Guanshi.
Wan Guanshi is already half a hundred years old, how can he compete with the young Zhao Tingduo.
As soon as the two of them collided, Manager Wan fell back into the house. Song Liyun stood up in shock: "Oh! Uncle Wan broke it?"
Zhao Tingduo sheepishly stepped forward and helped Manager Wan up: "I'm sorry, Manager Wan, I wasn't paying attention! What's the matter with you in a hurry to leave?"
Manager Wan rubbed his waist and smiled bitterly: "City Lord, Madam, you're welcome, it was an old man like me who couldn't see the road, so I bumped into the City Lord, it's okay!"
As he spoke, he quickly exited the yard!
Zhao Tingduo was a little surprised. Manager Wan had always been very steady, but something was a little unusual today.
Song Liyun patted the dust on his clothes that was stained by Manager Wan, and said with a smile: "Ashi, what are you doing again? What did Mr. Lin and Uncle Kui say to you?"
Zhao Tingduo said "Hi" without mentioning his own affairs: "Guanshi Wan is an old fox, why are you in such a panic?"
Song Liyun pulled him to sit down: "Ashi, I have something to discuss with you!"
Zhao Tingduo took the opportunity to sit next to Song Liyun, put his arm around her shoulders and rubbed her, and said absently: "Well, tell me! What's the matter?"
The two of them now live in Mida City. The huge city lord's mansion only houses the couple. However, the male is the main one and the female is the internal one. They are separated more than each other, so they don't get to spend much time alone together.
Zhao Tingduo would cling to people whenever he had the chance, but today he held Song Liyun in his arms, but his eyes were a little wandering.
"Ashi, this is the woolen cloth sent by Manager Wan. It's called woolen cloth. Can you see if it can be made into the base of the armor?"
Song Liyun opened the wooden box that Manager Wan brought over and showed it to Zhao Tingduo.
Hearing Song Liyun talk about armor, Zhao Tingduo came back to his senses and became serious: "What hair is there? Let me take a look!"