The cotton bolls are peeled off, the rollers of the gin are shaken, and the fine and snow-white cotton batting is brought through the middle of the roller, and the cotton seeds are stripped out. A very simple device, but it makes the seed removal very convenient.
The cotton after deseeding is in strands and cannot be used yet.
The servants deseed a large basket of cotton bolls and put them in a wooden trough. The "big bow" hung on the wooden trough, and then asked Fang Jun for instructions on how to operate it.
Fang Jun said calmly: "You must have the awareness of continuous innovation, so that the knowledge you have studied can be more impressive, and you must have the ideal of becoming the first batch of 'cotton-splitting craftsmen' in the Tang Dynasty. If a person has no ideals, what is the same as a salted fish?
the difference?"
All the servants were sweating profusely.
We are just slaves, we don’t want to be a "cotton player"...
Fang Jun was indifferent and let them experiment and figure it out for themselves, while he stood by and watched. In fact, he had only seen cotton playing on TV, but had he never done it himself?
Nor will he...
However, playing cotton is not difficult. You just need to understand the principle of breaking up the cotton fibers to make the fibers closer together. Of course, playing well requires a certain amount of talent and long-term practice as a basis.
The slaves of Fang's family obviously had an IQ above the average. A young man named Zhao Erniu chatted and gestured for a long time, and finally flicked the cotton into a decent shape. Although the cotton that popped out was far from as dense as Fang Jun imagined,
But it was as white and soft as a white cloud. It felt soft and soft and felt a comfortable temperature, which had already shocked all the servants.
Fang Jun immediately decided to appoint Zhao Erniu as the steward of the Fang family's "cotton player."
Zhao Erniu was crazy with joy. Who would have thought that he just suddenly became enlightened and figured out this device invented by Erlang, and suddenly became a manager? Could it be that Erlang did it because he was the second oldest among everyone?
Such care?
Well, that must be the case, everyone is "two", so we are close!
Destiny is so amazing. You get a promotion, a salary increase, and matchmakers will line up in front of your house, and you suddenly reach the pinnacle of your life!
Zhao Erniu said nothing, knelt on the ground and kowtowed with "bang bang bang" and pointed to the sky and the earth to swear allegiance.
It's not enough to pop out the cotton. This kind of cotton can only be made into cotton-padded jackets and quilts, which Fang Jun is naturally not satisfied with. It has to be twisted into thread, then spun into yarn and woven into cloth, so that cotton can be used in thousands of households. Cotton cloth is cheap.
Only low-cost and good quality can benefit the public, and by the way, bring wealth like sea water to Fang Jun.
Of course, if you want to maximize the value of cotton, you have to wait until it is developed for military use.
Unfortunately, Fang Jun’s chemistry was taught by his Chinese teacher, and he couldn’t even make smokeless gunpowder...
Twisting is a very ancient craft, and there are many primitive looms among the people. Just leave it to Lu Chenglai, and you only need to look at the finished product. Although the craft is primitive and backward, Fang Jun really doesn't know what kind of looms it is.
How to make a textile machine that can place dozens of spindles at one time? Just write down the rough process requirements on a piece of paper and promise to reward anyone who can develop a more advanced textile machine a hundred bucks, and then just ignore it.
He has great faith in the wisdom of the Chinese nation.
Most of the time, they are just unwilling to think or too lazy to think about it, and lack the sense of innovation. When they have enough motivation, they can immediately develop unparalleled creativity. History has already proven all this.
He told Zhuangzi not to use machines to deseed the cotton. The seeds were too precious. He was afraid that the machine would damage the outer skin of the seeds and affect the germination rate, so he had to deseed them manually.
"After spring begins, all the dry fields in Zhuangzi will be planted with cotton."
Fang Jun ordered.
Champa rice is a southern rice species. The temperature in the north is low and the growth cycle of crops is slow. Even if there are excellent rice seeds, they cannot achieve the natural conditions of two or even three crops a year, so they can only be planted in the south.
Fang Jun has already ordered Mu Yuanzuo, the governor of Suzhou, to choose a place for planting in the coming spring to see if it can adapt to the climate of the Yangtze River Basin. If not, it can only be promoted in the Fujian and Guangdong generations. The current situation in Fujian and Guangdong is not stable, and Fujian
There are many barbarians in the land, and Guangdong is the territory of the Feng family, which may change at any time. Once they get advanced rice seeds, it will only fuel their ambitions.
Lu Cheng was startled and advised: "Erlang, you have to be careful about this. Our family has a lot of dry land, and if we grow cotton all there will be much less food."
"Don't worry, there is plenty of food."
The fleet buying grain in Linyi State estimates that it can transport the grain back before the Yellow River freezes, and Guanzhong will no longer have to worry about food shortages. Cotton is a very good cash crop. After weaving and selling it, the output of one acre of field can be worth
Why not plant five acres of food on the farm?
Anyway, as long as there is money, Lin Yi's rice will continue to be transported to Guanzhong. Even if there are some changes in Lin Yi's state that prevent it from buying rice, it doesn't matter. Nanyang is a big place. As long as there is a fleet in hand, even if it can't buy grain,
You can get it if you grab it!
"By the way, go and tell Mei Niang not to sell the red sandalwood you brought back from Nanyang in a hurry. The price is as high as hell. I would rather make those noble people unable to afford it than sell it at a low price! In addition, pick two
I sent a piece of high-quality longevity material to Zheng Guogong's mansion and told my servants to be more polite."
There is an overwhelming amount of red sandalwood on Sandalwood Island, but Fang Jun doesn't want to sell sandalwood on the streets at a low price. Sandalwood is a luxury product and has nothing to do with the national economy and people's livelihood. Making a fortune from it has no moral impact at all. This is
The financial resources of the entire navy must maintain a high income.
Without benefits, who will work for you?
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The servants of the Fang family drove a large cart through the market in a swaggering manner. The two red sandalwood logs on the cart, which were about a foot thick, attracted passers-by to marvel.
In this era, shipping was not yet developed, and there was no red sandalwood produced in the Tang Dynasty. The red sandalwood flowing in from overseas was extremely limited, and it was rare and precious. The saying "every inch of sandalwood is precious" has been passed down since the Han Dynasty. Of course, most of the pedestrians on the road are not
He knows the goods, but some nobles passing by have spread the news jealously.
When the carriage arrived at the Wei Mansion, Wei Shuyu was about to go to Chu Suiliang's place after being ordered by his father. When he saw the two one-foot-thick rosewood sticks on the carriage that drove in through the gate, Wei Shuyu's eyes straightened and he swallowed subconsciously.
Swallow.
No matter how poor the Wei family is, they always have knowledge.
The value of these two pieces of red sandalwood is definitely no less than a few thousand guan. If you plan it out to make a coffin, not only will your parents be able to use it all, but I am afraid that my future share will be taken care of...
As expected, he was the Second Fang, the biggest prodigal son of the Tang Dynasty. How could he give gifts like this? He would use money to stun people as soon as he made a move!
Wei Zheng's status was extraordinary, so Lu Cheng came personally to give the gift this time. Under the arrangement of the Wei family's servants, the red sandalwood wood was unloaded in a warehouse, and Lu Cheng was called to the main hall.
Wei Zheng's face was a little gloomy, and his spirit was very depressed. He said with a strong spirit: "Thank you very much, I have to go back and tell Erlang."
Then he ordered his servants to reward Lu Cheng.
Lu Cheng refused, bowed and said with a smile: "How dare you accept the reward from Duke Zheng? My Erlang said that Duke Zheng has broken off relations with brother Kong Fang. Don't let such vulgar things stain the eyes of Duke Zheng."
Wei Zheng chuckled and said: "Interesting, interesting. The Fang family is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. A manager can be so elegant. He is an old man of the Fang family, right?"
Lu Cheng said respectfully: "The old slave is the woman's dowry and has been in the Fang family for decades."
Wei Zheng suddenly nodded: "It turns out that he is from the Lu family of Fan Yang. No wonder, no wonder."
As one of the seven sects with five surnames, Fanyang Lu's background goes without saying much. The stewards who can marry Miss Lu are obviously well-educated. How can they be compared with the stewards of ordinary wealthy country families?
After chatting for a few words, Lu Cheng said goodbye and left.
Wei Zheng waved his hand towards Wei Shuyu: "Let's go to Chu's house."
Wei Shuyu nodded, turned and left.
When I arrived at Chu's house, I happened to catch up with Chu Suiliang who had not left home.
The Wei family and the Chu family were family friends. Wei Shuyu came to express his gratitude to his father, but the disciples of the Chu family directly invited Wei Shuyu to the study without informing him.
Chu Suiliang was wearing regular clothes and was sitting on a chair drinking tea. When he saw Wei Shuyu saluting respectfully, he waved his hand and said casually: "Why should I be so polite? Sit down quickly."
Naturally, Wei Shuyu couldn't be rude. After bowing and sitting down, Chu Suiliang asked, "My nephew is here, is there something wrong?"
Wei Shuyu was an upright and dull man, without any tricks or euphemisms at all, so he said bluntly: "My father has an order to ask my nephew to come and retrieve the manuscript that was previously given to Uncle Chu Shi."