Too low social productivity cannot create a universally prosperous life. Poverty is common in villages. If you want to become rich in a short time, there is almost no other good way except killing the rich and giving to the poor.
Yun Zheng couldn't do the revolution of grabbing things with knives and guns, but he could still do it by borrowing a few tricks and transferring a little bit of the wealth from the rich to the poor.
Crutches are used by the elderly. On the one hand, they can help the elderly stand more firmly, walk faster, and save more energy. In Yun Zheng's view, since ancient times, people have been selling crutches to assist walking.
Function.
This is wrong. In future generations, a good-for-nothing can be dressed up in gorgeous clothes and sold for a sky-high price. Why can't crutches? What's wrong with wealthy old people buying a few crutches they like to help the poor?
A walking stick soaked in mint water for three days can certainly refresh people. This is what mint does. After soaking in mint water, tung oil is used to seal the mint flavor in the walking stick. Through some simple lines and grooves
Just release it slowly, but the crutch that can refresh the mind can only be maintained for a period of time. After the mint smell is dissipated, it loses the function of refreshing the brain. This is not a problem that Yun Zheng needs to consider. The crutch will always be there
Various problems arise, as long as it doesn't break or if it hits someone, it's considered a good thing.
Life is extremely boring. The world is always full of fools, and Yun Zheng himself is one of them. If he can't escape and join the ranks of smart people, then he will be the not-so-stupid guy among the stupid people.
Many people came to Yunzheng to buy crutches, but unfortunately there were only five. After hearing Yunzheng's nonsense story and theory, they were all willing to spend a little more money to buy crutches.
"Yunda, why are you talking a lot of nonsense when you are selling crutches?" Yun Er couldn't figure out why he was talking nonsense to those people after seeing his eldest brother's magical business.
Yun Zheng looked at Yun Er and continued to knead the dough in his hands. This was the flour he got from Liang Qi. He had long wanted to eat noodles. As a teacher, Yun Zheng felt that it was better not to tell children about this dark thought.
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"Yun Da, are you using those nonsense to pave the way for yourself? In the future, even if others know that they have been deceived by you, they will be embarrassed to settle accounts with you when they think of the principles you taught them? "Yun Da
Er climbed to Yunzheng's feet and raised his head to look at Yun Da.
"There is nothing we can do about it. Knowledge is not an immediate necessity. It will only play an important role in future life. If we want to sell it now, we can't get a good price, so we can only use knowledge as a crutch."
, maybe one day those who bought the crutches will realize that the crutches are the best part of the transaction, and the real person who bought the crutches for the pearls was Xiao Wugen."
Without a rolling pin, Yun Zheng could only eat the noodles with his hands. The bacon was cooked by the young master the most, because the rice cooked by the young master was really delicious. No matter what he cooked, it seemed to be very delicious.
It's just egg noodles, a very homely meal. The Yun family is now the richest family in the village and has never been short of eggs. Now Yun Zheng has to force Yun Er to eat one every day. The same goes for bacon. Yun Zheng can't help but
She likes to eat eggs, but she doesn't know about bacon. She thinks eggs are one of the most delicious foods. The reason why the young master doesn't eat them is because he keeps them for himself.
Add a little green vegetables to the dough, and the color will be very beautiful. Pour a little pepper oil into it, and the aroma will come out.
Seeing that the two young masters were eating in a hurry, although the bacon also felt delicious, they slowed down their eating speed and kept helping the two young masters add rice while eating small bites by themselves.
Bancou looked out through the window of his house, holding his rice bowl and feeling very happy, because everyone in the village had meat to eat today. The young master took ten guan of money to buy the crutches, and gave the rest to the clan leader.
, I bought two more pigs and distributed them to everyone in the village. I didn’t understand what the young master meant by the large-scale production that was about to start, but Bacon knew that it was a very happy thing for his family to have money and to have meat to eat.
Today, even if the batik is a success, the whole village will come to see how the young master ruined five guan of gray cloth. In the morning when carrying water, he had already scolded those talkative women, took the young master's money, and ate it again.
The pork given by the young master and speaking ill of the young master are not good things.
While the bacon was muttering in a low voice, Yun Zheng had already walked down the bamboo building with his hands behind his back. He ate too much and always needed to take a walk. The gray cloth in the dyeing vat has been dyed three times and is almost ready. Now after cleaning it, put it in the pot and boil it.
Beeswax, then rinse it clean, and these gray cloths can be sold to cloth shops. Whether they use them to pass them off as Dali batik is beyond their control. Of course, the price cannot be lower, and cloth shops can make huge profits in a short period of time.
, as long as they can sell the cloth, the laws of the market will force them to hand over the unique market they control.
It turned out that rinsing was done in the river at the entrance of the village. Who knew that the ancients cared more about their living environment than Yun Zheng imagined. Eleven pieces of batik cloth were carried to a special pond, and the women rushed away.
The man took off his clothes and got into the pond. Bacon consciously stayed at the scene. She wanted to keep an eye on these women and not steal her own cloth.
Rinsing is a very difficult task and needs to be repeated many times. The most important thing is to master the intensity of rinsing, otherwise the color of the entire cloth will be inconsistent.
In the afternoon, the women came back carrying the wrung-out blue cloth. Yun Zheng saw that it looked good. The people in the village were good at craftsmanship. The blue cloth was dyed very well. He cut off a piece and threw it into the boiling water pot. The result was different.
A layer of liquid wax would float on the edge of the pot. The women would scoop up the floating wax with ladles and pour it into the bucket next to it. When it cools down, it will condense into lumps and can be used again.
When the wax liquid could no longer be seen floating up, he fished the cloth up with a hook, soaked it in cold water with salt for half an hour, took it out and hung it in the sun to dry. Everyone in the village was waiting for the final result.
Surprisingly good, at least that's what Yun Zheng thought. Not only were the meticulous camellias lifelike, but the wax that had been cracked by itself also naturally produced radial ice patterns.
The whole piece of cloth was passed around in the hands of the women, and all of them were very depressed. Some of the weak-tempered women had already cried loudly. A whole eleven pieces of gray cloth were ruined in this way.
The women were crying and frustrated, the men were sighing, Bacon was crying so hard that she was sad for her young master, and her good intentions turned into a joke.
"She's very beautiful. Why are you crying?"
"Young master, you are ruined." Bacon replied in a low voice.
Yun Zheng was stunned for a moment, but he soon understood. He pointed to the ice patterns on them with a smile and said to the women: "Look, do these patterns look good? There is a saying for this, they are called ice patterns. Just because of it, don’t you find that the patterns on these cloths look more beautiful?”
"It's useless! It can only be dyed into black cloth." Mrs. Nian, who has always been known for her dexterity, defined it loudly.