A piece of cloth can only be more than ten meters long at most. If there is enough wool, a skilled woman can spin one piece in a day and night.
In the past, what limited the weaving speed was the raw material, because the efficiency of the spinning wheel that spun hemp or wool into thread was too low.
So in fact, if a woman starts from scratch, spins enough threads and then weaves, it will basically take a month.
But I can’t help but have a capable maid!
Talent is the most precious resource, wow.
If the spinning wheel and loom are renovated together in the future... As long as there is enough wool, I can harvest as many barbarians as you have!
"That's it. I leave the person to you, when will I get the goods?"
Wei Yan was very satisfied, with the tone of a drug lord dealing in drugs.
"General, this is a bit difficult for me. I really don't have enough wool on my hands."
Feng Yong had a look of embarrassment on his face. This was not a pretense, but a real embarrassment.
"You kid is really dishonest. You think I don't know. A few days ago, you tricked my grain and grass officer into going to Ju County to collect wool from barbarians. I heard that the progress is going well. I think there will be wool delivered soon. I can't do it here.
We agreed first that the first batch of cloth woven can only be given to Hanzhong Mansion."
Wei Yan first brought Feng Yong a big profit, and now he brought another great news.
"Do you mean what you say, General? That's great. Don't worry, as soon as the wool arrives, I will start weaving immediately without any delay."
Feng Yong finally couldn't help but smile.
As for Feng Yong coaxing Zhuge Qiao to go to Ju County to collect wool, Feng Yong was in a good mood and didn't mind.
At the beginning, you begged me to give you advice to make some extra money for Hanzhong Mansion. How can you call it coaxing?
Zhuge Qiao came here first, and now Wei Yan actually went out in person for such a small amount of cloth. It seems that Hanzhong Mansion is poor enough.
For such ignorant poor people, Feng Yong has enough psychological advantages.
"Okay, you kid must remember what you are saying now. Remember, this woven cloth can only be given to Hanzhong Mansion first. No matter who it is, no one can snatch it away."
Wei Yan repeated it again.
"sure!"
Feng Yong agreed wholeheartedly.
"That's good. I've come all the way and my mouth is dry. You don't know how to let me in to drink some water. Could it be that you made the camp that I lent you into such a mess that you don't dare to let me in?
"
After Wei Yan finished speaking, he immediately took the lead and walked towards the camp, as if he was the master here.
However, he also lent this camp to him, so it makes sense to say that he is the owner.
Feng Yong followed behind him and said with a smile: "The people that the boy brought here are not as good as the general's well-trained army. There is indeed a bit of chaos inside. I hope the general doesn't mind."
"When I lent you this camp, I never thought it would remain the same."
Wei Yan didn't have much objection to Feng Yong's changes in the layout of the camp, so he walked to the largest thatched hut in a familiar way.
"Is this the chair?"
Entering the original commander's camp and now the meeting hall, in the middle of the room opposite the door is the Grand Master's chair that Feng Yong specially ordered to be made.
Wei Yan stepped forward, touched it curiously, and marveled, "I heard that this thing is very popular in Jincheng now. It is much more comfortable than sitting on your knees, right?"
"Come back to General, that's right, and it's quite majestic to sit on it, but it's much better to sit on your knees. General, you might as well..."
Just when Feng Yonggang was about to say "I might as well give it a try", Wei Yan sat down on it and twisted it from side to side. Then he sat upright and looked majestic. Finally, he glanced around and thought to himself: Sitting like this
Although the method is a bit awkward, it really feels like what I said, and it feels a lot more comfortable.
Seeing that Wei Yan had taken the main seat, Feng Yong and Li Yi had to find their own seats below.
"It's not that I'm bullying you for being a little kid. It's true that the past two years have been too difficult for a man, not to mention that Hanzhong Mansion has been deserted for a long time. Last year, some people in the army were so cold that their hands and feet were disabled, but this guy is top
Such a good man did not die in the hands of thieves, but he was harmed by God so much that his life would be worse than death."
Wei Yan said he was thirsty, but he talked a lot as soon as he came in. Then he picked up the water that Amei poured, took a sip, and continued, "These are all elite soldiers that I have carefully trained. It's not easy."
I heard that the Prime Minister sent a young hero to Hanzhong, and I was tempted by what the Butterfly Mother said about the wool."
"I saw the woolen cloth. It's thick. It will definitely be warm to wear clothes made of this cloth in the winter. I said that winter is coming, and I'm worried, so the price is a little higher. Feng Lang
You won’t blame me, will you?”
"No wonder, no wonder, the general cares about his soldiers and loves his soldiers as his own sons. He is a role model for us."
Feng Yong said repeatedly, feeling a little guilty at the same time. This price seems to be too high. Should it be increased appropriately?
"That's good. This time, just think that I have taken advantage of you. If Hanzhong has any difficulties in the future, you can come and tell me. If I can help, I will naturally lend a hand."
After receiving this promise, Feng Yong felt even more guilty, so he might as well find an excuse to raise the price.
"I heard Mr. Li say that you once knitted clothes from woolen cloth. Let's take a look at it."
After saying a few words that moved Feng Yong, the old man showed his true nature again and directly asked Feng Yong for something.
The first woolen sweater was tried on by Feng Yong once, and it has been in Zhao Guang's hands ever since. Now that others have gone to Yang'an Pass, there is no need to think about that one. But fortunately, I asked Gouzi Amu to make it again.
I got a piece of work, and heard that it was almost finished, and I was preparing to wind up the thread. I immediately told Amei to call Gouzi’s mother to come.
Gouzi's mother came in quickly holding clothes. She probably heard that the person sitting above was the largest official in Hanzhong, a prince and general of the Han Dynasty. She looked very nervous.
"Don't panic," Feng Yong, as the master, naturally wanted to comfort him at this moment, "I asked you to come here just to ask you if the woolen sweater is ready? Also, the general wants to see what it is.
Something like that.”
"Yes." Gouzi's mother responded, saluted Wei Yan at the top, then turned to Feng Yong and replied, "I've already finished it when I go back to the master's house. I thought I'd send it over this morning.
, but I heard from Mrs. Amei that the master’s family is busy, so I didn’t dare to disturb her.”
"But it's done? Then bring it up and let me have a look."
Wei Yan, who was above, listened to the conversation between the two and said anxiously.
Gouzi's mother glanced at Feng Yong, and after receiving Feng Yong's signal, she immediately stepped forward and handed it over.
Wei Yan picked up the clothes, compared them with himself, and said dissatisfied: "Why are they so small?"
Feng Yong glanced at Wei Yan's body like a human bear, and twitched the corner of his mouth. This old guy is indeed an unreasonable old gangster. Damn, it was made according to my figure. What does it have to do with you?
The impulsive thought of raising the price due to guilt suddenly disappeared because of Wei Yan's rogue words and deeds.