Chapter 1206 Second brother Qin, that's 500,000 acres for free...
Chapter 1206 Second Brother Qin, that’s five hundred thousand acres... for free... (please subscribe and vote)
Cheng Ping handed the package to Zhao Zhengyang's desk and opened the wrapping cloth.
The set of undyed white laminated winter clothes inside was revealed...
"This, isn't this white folded cloth?" As expected of a big businessman who has been dealing in cloth garments for many years, Zhao Zhengyang determined the material with just one glance.
Cheng Ping nodded and explained.
"This is just white folded cloth, and it is filled with cotton to keep warm and prevent severe cold."
Zhao Zhengyang stretched out his hand, feeling the softness of the cotton and the warmth of the filling, and his eyes lit up.
The feel and comfort of the winter coat made of this white laminated cloth filled with cotton are much better than those filled with linen cloth.
"Such a set of winter clothes is made entirely of cotton. Doesn't it mean that you have to pay for two pieces of clothing if you buy one?"
"Two passes..." Cheng Yaojin couldn't help but feel happy when he heard this. He knew it from his own son's handwritten letter.
The cost price of such a set of cotton-padded clothes will not exceed eighty cents. When I think of the machines that my own Saburo has tinkered with.
The price of the white folded cloth dropped directly to that of linen cloth. Cheng Yaojin felt extremely relaxed. He was worthy of being the third child. His mind was as flexible as the old man's.
Zhao Zhengyang, Zhao Xian and his son looked at General Cheng in confusion, not quite understanding why this man was laughing.
At this time, the housekeeper Cheng Fu came quickly and whispered into Cheng Yaojin's ear.
Cheng Yaojin raised his eyebrows and stood up.
"Okay, I still have something important to do. Cheng Ping, please take Mr. Zhao and his son down and have a good talk."
Cheng Ping quickly bowed respectfully to Cheng Yaojin. "Don't worry, sir, I will definitely get it done."
Zhao Zhengyang and his son just held the winter clothes and left the front hall with Cheng Ping with their heads full of confusion.
When I came out, I saw a tall and burly figure walking quickly.
Then I heard the cheerful voice of General Cheng. "Brother Qin, you are finally here. Hurry up and sit in the room..."
I am afraid that there will be no one else besides Duke Yi who can be called the second brother of Qin by General Cheng.
Cheng Ping led Zhao Zhengyang and his son to a room and sat down.
Cheng Ping said bluntly, "You are also one of the shareholders of Hantang Commercial Bank. In this case, there is no need to hide this matter from you and your son."
"My third son has mastered the techniques of growing cotton and spinning cotton into threads. These winter clothes are made of white folded cloth."
"It was designed and made by the Third Young Master in Jiucheng Palace. Weaving white folded cloth is no different from weaving linen cloth. A skilled weaver can get one and a half pieces a day.
One person can spin three kilograms of cotton a day, and one piece of cloth requires three people to spin a day..."
Facing Cheng Ping, Zhao Zhengyang felt much less mentally stressed. After hearing this, he immediately asked the most important question.
“I’d like to ask Brother Cheng Ping, is the processing of cotton very complicated?”
The corners of Cheng Ping's mouth raised in a happy arc, and he slowly shook his head.
"You don't need to worry about this problem. My young master has invented a machine called a cotton gin.
One person and one machine can process thirty to fifty kilograms of cotton."
After hearing this, Zhao Zhengyang, instead of being shocked, actually stroked his beard and nodded in a matter-of-fact manner.
"As expected of Third Young Master Cheng. If it were anyone else, Zhao might not believe it, but if Third Young Master takes action, then there will be no problem."
Cheng Ping laughed and laughed when he saw the expressions of the father and son. He explained to them in detail that there were hundreds of thousands of kilograms of cotton stored in the old Cheng's warehouse.
Nowadays, a large amount of seed cotton is turned into clean and white cotton every day.
And early next summer, there was news that the Han and Tang dynasties must provide the court with 50,000 sets of cotton coats and cotton gloves.
After listening to Cheng Ping's detailed explanation, Zhao Zhengyang and his son, who already knew what was going on, naturally refused to refuse.
"There is no problem at all. Our old Zhao family has been making cloth and weaving for generations in Chang'an."
"Here in Chang'an, although there are not many manpower, there are still three to five hundred weavers and tailors who can handle it."
"As long as cotton can be supplied in time, we can hand over 50,000 sets of winter clothes, not to mention early next summer or the end of this year."
Seeing the confident Zhao Zhengyang, the corners of Cheng Ping's mouth raised strangely.
"Then if it's 200,000 units, how long will it take?"
"Two hundred thousand sets?" Zhao Zhengyang's expression couldn't help but change. "I'm afraid two hundred thousand sets of winter clothes like this will last at least half a year."
"Mr. Zhao, you are also a shareholder of Hantang Commercial Bank. There is another news. Cheng needs to tell you first."
"Maybe next year, the Han and Tang dynasties will acquire 500,000 acres of wasteland in Liangzhou to grow cotton."
"!!!"
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When Zhao Zhengyang and his son left Duke Lu's mansion, they felt like they were floating.
After being tinkered with by Cheng Sanlang, white folded cloth turned out to be of such high quality and low price, and the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty actually wanted to give half a million acres of wasteland to Han and Tang merchants for free to grow cotton.
Five hundred thousand acres, and it was given away for free, and all that was paid was only two hundred thousand sets of winter clothes.
"Sir Young Master Cheng is indeed an extraordinary person. This ability has really opened my eyes..."
Just when Zhao Zhengyang was sighing and lamenting, Zhao Xian suddenly thought of something important, reached out his finger and poked his own father and whispered.
"Father, we just ordered a thousand pieces of white folded cloth from Hu Shang. Look..."
Zhao Zhengyang reacted immediately and slapped his thigh.
"Oh, if you didn't remind me, I almost forgot. If you don't do it, go to the West Market quickly. I will go and tell the Hu merchant in person that we don't want the white folded cloth anymore."
"Father, we have already paid a deposit of 100 yuan..."
"Are you stupid? Then if Mr. Hu gives us a piece of white folded cloth, it will be five. If we take it all back.
When the white folded cloth from Third Young Master hits the market, what kind of price do you think it will be?"
The father and son urged the carriage towards the West Market.
Qin Qiong looked at Cheng Yaojin with a shocked expression.
"Second Brother Qin, don't worry, little brother, can I still treat such a big thing as a joke and tease you?"
Qin Qiong raised her hand and stroked her long beard, and then shook her head after a long while. "Why can't your family, Sanlang, be stable for a while?"
"How long has it been since the pepper plantation?"
Cheng Yaojin was immediately unhappy and said with his eyes raised.
"What's the matter? Is it because, second brother, you think you have too much money or too much land?"
"I didn't say that, I just think it's a bit outrageous."
"Second brother Qin, don't worry. I'll take a break in two days so that I can invite all the elders from the Han and Tang Dynasty merchant houses to gather together.
Firstly, I want to invite everyone to take a good look at the great things my Sanlang has done, and secondly, I want to treat everyone to wine and meat."
Having said this, Cheng Yaojin couldn't help but murmured again. "Second brother Qin, that's five hundred thousand acres... for free..."