Working for the leader of the tribe is the same as working for the Han people. Ordinary Di people feel that there is not much difference.
After all, isn’t it all about filling our stomachs?
Of course, seeing their own people die at the hands of the Han people, it would be wrong for the Di people to say that they did not feel a bit sad about the death of a rabbit or a fox.
It's just that this sadness can't help but be left behind every time when I see the weapons of the Han people, and when I can eat on time every day. The longer time goes by, the less I can remember how many people in the clan have died - anyway, in the clan
Which year is free of death?
Just like Mu Wuzhe, if he were asked to go back to the mountains to herd sheep at this time, he would still be hesitant. Apart from not being able to punish the sheep slaves at will and not being superior, what is not better than herding sheep in the mountains?
If he was an ambitious person, he would naturally not have such hesitation, but how could an ambitious person vote for the Han people with his entire family?
So what if he is a big man? A small tribe like his may be annexed by others one day. Don't say that he may become a sheep slave by then. I'm afraid he won't even be able to save his life. Why bother?
Besides, even if you are attached to the Han people, you still have a chance to get ahead. That Mei Sizi today is very likely to be the first one to get ahead.
So Mu Wuzhe was also crowded in the crowd at this time, looking at the women of the eleven tribes in the field, he wanted to see if the Han people would fulfill their promises.
Although the technical content of weaving is higher than that of spinning, the weaving speed is faster than spinning.
Mei Sizi was the first to complete the operation. After all, there was not much wool used for the experiment.
After the initial nervousness, she had already entered the state, and she was very skillful in tying the yarn in her hands. Seeing that the yarn was almost finished, she wanted to pick up another spindle, only to realize that it was gone.
So the loom slowly stopped, Mei Sizi picked up the cloth on the loom, stood up and walked to Feng Yong, bent down and said: "My lord, it has been woven."
"Brother, why did she call you sir? When did you have such a daughter?"
Zhao Guangzheng was standing next to Feng Yong. Hearing Mei Sizi's name, he screamed in surprise.
"Get out of here!" Feng Yong kicked Zhao Guang away angrily.
How much Chinese can the Hu people recognize?
In their understanding, adult means the biggest person.
Even the clan leader can only be called master, how dare they compete with Fang Chang for the title of master?
So they had no choice but to take a step back and call Feng Yong an adult, which meant that he was the biggest person in their eyes and had nothing wrong with him.
Besides, Feng Yong controls the life and death of all of them and is their father, so there is nothing wrong with him.
"Show me," Feng Yong reached out and took the cloth handed over by Mei Sizi. Although it was only more than a foot, it was heavier than expected because it was very thick.
Feng Yong lowered his head and observed very carefully. Although the density of the wiring was not as uniform as that of later generations, it was still passable. The key is that this wool should be made of thick wool as much as possible according to Feng Yong's requirements, so the holes should be slightly larger.
Little by little.
"It's just barely usable."
Feng Yong sighed. It didn't have the beauty of later generations. The only thing worthy of praise was that it was thick. If it were made into clothes, it would definitely be able to keep warm.
Compared with the white and yellowish cloth that was woven the first time, it actually looks much better this time, at least it doesn't have that yellowish look.
But Feng Yong was used to seeing clothes with rich colors and fine craftsmanship in later generations. How could he like today's low-level fabrics?
"Brother, this cloth looks much thicker than before!"
Li Yi walked up, reached out and touched it, and said in surprise.
"The color is also a lot whiter."
Wang Xun also came around, his eyes shining, "Good stuff!"
"Well, of course it's a lot thicker. I specially asked them to spin the thread thicker, so that it can be much warmer when worn in winter."
Feng Yong casually threw the cloth to Li Yi and let them look at it for themselves. At the same time, he explained why it was thicker than the cloth weaved before.
In fact, there is another reason for this, that is, the improved foot-operated loom is much more powerful and can withstand the effort of weaving thick cloth.
There is no way, this kind of cloth is probably the only cheap and warm thing at present, and there is no need to worry about the raw materials.
The traitor Cao can control the barbarians within the country, but can he control the barbarians outside the country?
Even if they later discover Dahan's purpose of purchasing wool, Feng Yong's ranch is probably almost done, so there is no need to worry about raw materials.
"Tell me, how much can such a horse be sold for? Five hundred dollars, right?"
Feng Yong asked.
"Five hundred dollars?"
Zhao Guang, who was kicked away, squeezed over again, touching and praising the thickened cloth. When he heard this sentence, he screamed: "How can you sell it at such a price?"
Looking at Li Yi and Wang Xun, both of them agreed with Zhao Guang's statement. Feng Yong, who didn't know much about the current market, felt a little embarrassed and scratched his head, "Then what do you think it is?"
To put it bluntly, the wool is woven into cloth. In addition to the extremely low wool purchase fee, it also means giving the weavers some food. Not even the labor cost is included. Selling it for 500 yuan is probably a bit expensive.
"At least one thousand five hundred yuan, and five bushes of money. If you exchange it with grain, it will be cheaper, but at least you have to exchange one stone for one horse."
Li Yi, who was born in an aristocratic family, was most familiar with this. His mind immediately turned around and he immediately quoted the price.
Damn it!
Feng Tubiao's eyes widened at once: "How much? Why is it so expensive?"
He originally thought that the price he offered was high enough, but he never thought that these friends were even more sinister than him and directly offered three times the price.
"It's not expensive, brother!"
Li Yi handed the cloth in his hand to Zhao Guang, leaned over and whispered: "Only my brother in the world can make this cloth. It is also a warm thing in winter. It doesn't look much worse than that fur coat."
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"Brother, think about it, a fur coat costs tens of thousands of dollars. That's for a young man. Not to mention the family with some land, that is, the rich family in Jincheng. How many people in the family can afford to wear fur coats?
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"This cloth is different. It can not only keep warm, but also be affordable for those wealthy families. The price is just right, just right!"
What you said makes so much sense, I am speechless.
Feng Yong looked at Li Yi speechlessly, whose eyes were shining with excitement, thinking that this kid must have been thinking about this for a long time, otherwise he would not be able to say these words with just opening his mouth.
In fact, this cloth is much worse than fur clothes, right? It's just that in this era, there are very few clothes that can keep warm in winter, so woolen cloth that can be mass-produced becomes extremely valuable.
Feng Yong touched his chin, not knowing what he was thinking in his eyes, and said: "Wenxuan, tell me, if such a thick piece of cloth is exchanged with a foreigner, how many cattle and sheep can be exchanged for it? Listen.
It’s said that it’s very cold in the winter over there with the Hu people.”
After hearing this, Li Yi's eyes became even more excited and his voice trembled: "It's hard to say, but if one piece of cloth cannot be exchanged for five sheep or one strong cow, then it is a loss."
