Ma Xianglin originally took the opportunity of not having to participate in the conversation to quietly look at Zheng Haizhu and carefully observe the expression on her face.
The focused expression of trying to persuade others with both justice and interests in mind is, to a certain extent, very similar to what their generals showed when they were planning on the battlefield, but not as nervous and serious.
He likes to watch it very much.
Unexpectedly, suddenly, the woman approached him in a few steps, stood up on tiptoes, lifted a piece of cloth that was much larger than a sweat towel, and wrapped it around her neck.
General Xiaoma was at a loss for a moment, surprised and stunned, and stepped back.
Eunuch Liu chuckled and sneered secretly: This Sichuan Army boy is just a Qinggua who has not yet married. He has been hiding his intentions all the way, but where can he hide them?
Over there, Ma Xianglin coughed twice and asked curiously: "Miss Zheng, what is this?"
Zheng Haizhu made up his mind to work steadily in the late Ming Dynasty and not to easily fall in love with the man in this world. Therefore, since meeting Ma Xianglin in the late autumn, he has treated Ma Xianglin as a friend.
Using him as a model today is not intended to be ambiguous and provocative. Instead, I hope to express my attitude through his generous behavior.
Seeing his embarrassment at this moment, Zheng Haizhu also thought to himself that it was better not to challenge the ancient ideas in a hurry, so he handed over the fabric in his hand and said harmoniously: "This is a fake collar that we want to sell to foreign merchants after it is finished. Man
The lining on the neck is like the hem of our Ming dynasty robes. General Rauma helped me try on the neckline, and let us two little tailors see how it could be changed to make it more suitable."
"well."
Ma Xianglin concealed his embarrassment with cheerfulness, took the strange sweat towel, put it around his neck, and frowned: "This, is this for men?"
Before Zheng Haizhu could explain, Eunuch Liu burst into laughter.
While smiling, he stepped forward and grabbed the piece of cloth draped on Ma Xianglin's broad shoulders, and asked Zheng Haizhu: "Miss Zheng, where is this collar? This is clearly a big white peony that has bloomed as an oiran. Amitabha,
Are the foreign men at Frankie really willing to wear this stuff?"
But Zheng Haizhu said seriously: "One side's soil and water support another's customs. Mine is arsenic, and the other's is honey. Foreign men not only wear these kind of tops with pleats like flowers, but also socks with bows exposed. If you don't believe me, ask Hao Jing.
Just the officials over there. Besides, in the previous dynasty, during the Song Dynasty, didn’t men also wear hairpins on their buns?”
"So the Song Dynasty died." Ma Xianglin said calmly, taking off this baroque style Songjiang cotton fake collar and giving it back to Zheng Haizhu.
He is a warrior who considers himself brave and masculine, but he really doesn't look down on such makeup and makeup.
After thinking about it, I felt that my words were a little harsh, so I added: "Miss Zheng, this collar is quite big and comfortable."
Zheng Haizhu took it with a smile and said to Liu Shimin: "Father, as long as we can get money, it doesn't matter what flower collars, colorful socks, girly belts, we have good cotton and craftsmanship, why not do this?"
Trading? The Japanese have already taken away a lot of our Ming Dynasty foreign trade business with raw silk and silk, but when it comes to cotton and embroidery, they are not good enough. I heard that in some island countries in Southeast Asia, the cotton grown can also be used to spin good cloth.
Yes. Cotton cloth is easy to starch and is strong and durable. We cannot let small countries earn most of this money."
Liu Shimin listened and began to nod frequently.
Finally, Wen Yan said: "Well, although Yuegang stated that only Han ships are allowed to leave the port and foreign ships are not allowed to enter the port, many merchants can still follow the Han ships with ship leads into Haicheng County after getting the signature letter.
.When we return to Yuegang, our family will ask the county magistrate to find a few people to discuss Miss Zheng’s idea in detail."
Zheng Haizhu showed a longing smile, glanced sideways at Ma Xianglin, then turned around and entered the cabin, holding out a cotton robe.
On the deck these days, Ma Xianglin would ask about the development process of the dark armor shirt in front of Eunuch Liu, and Zheng Haizhu knew that he did not shy away from Eunuch Liu.
Although the young marshal of a local chieftain army spent his own money to buy equipment for middle and low-level sergeants, it was something that could be brought up on the table even to the emperor, but Zheng Haizhu could still realize that Ma Xianglin was helping her to report to Eunuch Liu.
hint.
Since the maritime trade list that the Weaving Bureau brought in exchange for silver can be made by the Han family, if Eunuch Liu has someone in the Ministry of War, or is familiar with some royal relatives in the capital, he can also pull strings and let the Han family try to make cloth armor.
The Han family is at least a Jiangnan family that cares about their face, and they are not stupid. They will not be like Concubine Li's father who was a bricklayer, and would not have any bottom line and directly stuff rusty iron with holes and mixed with straw into the cloth armor.
The broken cotton wool caused many soldiers at the Jizhou border pass to freeze to death. He was so angry that Qi Jiguang ran hundreds of miles under the stars and rushed back to the capital from outside the pass to complain.
Sure enough, after Zheng Haizhu shook off the robe in his hand, Liu Shimin also came up to watch carefully.
"Polu, come and tell my father-in-law."
Zheng Haizhu ordered Fan Polu with encouraging eyes.
After the little girl got on the boat, she found that Eunuch Liu, the eldest official, was actually the most kind and not so timid at all. At this time, she explained fluently: "Eunuch Liu, General Ma, and the uncles of the common people once returned home."
I visited a relative in Jiangnan once and mentioned that when fighting Tatars, not only did the armor need to be wiped and repaired frequently, but also in close combat, the enemy could easily see the flaws in the armor. Therefore, Sister Azhu and I used iron plates to
The sewing method is to sew it on our Songjiang silk fabric and rivet it with bubble nails."
Liu Shimin held the semi-finished cloth armor with great interest, looked at the iron pieces in the seam grid, and asked curiously: "Why is this silk cloth so stiff? It doesn't look like pure cotton?"
Zheng Haizhu explained: "Father, people in the world often have misunderstandings. They think that silk or pure cotton is always the best. In fact, using materials, just like using people, is the right way. We in Songjiang use both silk and weft.
It is cotton thread, and the warp thread is made of hemp thread extracted from the local specialty yellow grass after being soaked and kneaded. Therefore, the cloth is as stiff as a board, resistant to abrasion, and is also much better waterproof than pure cotton cloth..."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Before she finished speaking, Ma Xianglin on the side had already lifted the front of the cloth armor, stared at the pattern in the middle of the quilted grid, and pinched the grid again.
Seeing his move, Zheng Haizhu smiled knowingly and said: "Does General Ma think that the weaving method of the silk cloth can prevent the enemy from guessing the connecting edges of the armor plates?"
Ma Xianglin raised his eyes and looked at her, and said happily: "Yes, I am good at both silk and cloth, and you are also very smart. I was just looking at such a weaving and sewing method. If we meet in a narrow road and fight, I may not be able to figure it out immediately.
, where should the tip of the spear be pierced, so that it can cut through the seams and scatter the armor. In a life-and-death battle, it often only takes a few breaths."
Zheng Haizhu thought to himself, as expected, those with actual combat experience are the most knowledgeable, so he patted Fan Polu on the shoulder without any hesitation: "This is the credit of little sister Polu, because she cares about this key point."
Fan Polu didn't mean to shrink back, and said honestly: "Sister Azhu said that this cloth armor is worn by the sergeants led by General Ma. My two uncles often fought with the Tatars, so I thought about it.
When I was wearing armor, all I was thinking about was how to save my life."
Ma Xianglin also gave Fan Polu an approving smile, then turned to Liu Shimin and said: "Father, I discovered that if you use this Songjiang silk cloth to make armor, there is another advantage. In each nailed grid,
After stuffing it with cotton wool, you can throw it even bigger."
Liu Shimin had lived in the palace in Beijing for many years, so how could he not understand the principle of keeping warm better than Ma Xianglin, a southerner.
Silk cloth mixed with plant fibers may not be as soft as silk satin or worsted cotton, but because it is harder, the space in the quilted grid is larger. After filling with lining, the warmth retention effect is better.
In the freezing cold Liaodong, not only the brave and barbaric Tatars were fatal, but also the extremely cold weather.
Those who wear cheap cloth armor are low-level soldiers. Such soldiers have to face the severe cold outdoors most often.
While the managers and governors were chatting and laughing with their subordinate generals in the official offices or warm tents in the name of strategizing, those soldiers were often marching in the ice and snow, or lying in ambush in the dark preparing for night attacks.
A suit of cotton cloth armor that had never experienced any cutting corners by greedy royal relatives could prevent these soldiers who truly defended the Ming Dynasty from being frozen into ice.
Only by surviving, no matter whether you survive in the hail of bullets or the severe frost and bitter cold, can you win.
Liu Shimin calmly looked at Ma Xianglin, a warrior who was not yet completely satisfied, and put forward a bunch of corrections to Zheng Haizhu and Fan Polu. He was gentle but serious, emphasizing how to keep his soldiers alive.
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Liu Shimin couldn't help but remember that many years ago, when he heard about the master's escape method from his father and laughed at him, his father said to him coldly: "Ruoyu, if the late emperor didn't survive by this trick, where did you come from!"
Where is the possibility of recovering the country?"
