Zhang Jingyi is very poor now.

I wish my pants were going to be blown off now.

Textiles are actually not profitable. Doing this textile transaction is just a friend.

Now that he has owed a lot of foreign debt, he has to find a way to make money.

If you can't get it, then the Zhang family will be finished.

Every month, the cost of textiles by a large number of Jinyiwei orphans is quite large.

People like Jiang Jian are all pointing at the Zhang family’s money to have dinner.

Nowadays, the name of Zhang's cotton cloth has been opened.

At least in Qingpingfang, there are endless people coming to buy cotton every day.

It is said that the cotton-spun shops in East and West cities are now deserted.

Price war?

It does not exist. The spinning efficiency of Jenny textile machines is eight to ten times that of other textile machines. Although Zhang Jing knew that sooner or later, someone would copy this kind of machine, but at least for the current year and a half, the Zhang family's cotton textiles have no competitors.

The prices of other shops cannot be reduced, and Zhang's shops are shipped like crazy. Not only does Zhang Jingyi not intend to make profits from them, but the cost is also much cheaper than other workshops. Now, in early winter, the old and young men in this capital can not eat, but they cannot do not wear clothes to keep warm.

The Little Ice Age is not a joke. If there is no warmth in this cold winter, it means that it will freeze to death. Even if it is not frozen to death, if it is infected with the cold, it will be enough to ruin a family and destroy the family.

When it comes to heating, clothing is indispensable. What the Zhang family sells is not goods, but daily necessities.

Deng Jian was very busy. He found that his third brother was unwilling to be lonely, so he was like a top, not only had to focus on the shop's business, but also had to contact him with the merchant.

They asked someone to write one invitation after another, but Zhang Jing was very dissatisfied when he saw it.

He crossed out a few words from Zhang Jing, the host of the invitation.

"Why, not satisfied?"

Zhang Jing picked up the pen and said seriously: "This is not enough, I'm afraid I won't invite anyone."

This is true. If it is an ordinary small merchant, you may be afraid of a Jinyiwei household. However, many large merchants in this capital have people behind them. It is not certain that they can bring out a minister and the head of the affairs.

"How do you write it?"

Zhang Jingyi smiled: "That's why we have to take advantage of the situation."

As he said that, Zhang Jing held up his pen and wrote two words crookedly: "Eat people."

“…”

"Sorry." Zhang Jingyi apologized: "I wrote it wrong, I've rewritten it."

After saying that, he found another blank invitation, leaving behind a trace of ink: "I was given the imperial imperial wardrobe, and the hereditary thousand households of the Jinyiwei, the close friend of Wei Zhongxian, and the Jinyiwei 100 households of Qingpingfang, Dongcheng, Zhang Jingyi."

Deng Jian was shocked when he saw this signature: "Oh, Eunuch Wei, you can't talk nonsense! Isn't this a friend out of nothing?"

The weight of the three words Wei Zhongxian is very heavy.

Of course, Zhang Jingyi didn't plan to change it. He had figured out the temper of the nine thousand-year-old!

Wei Zhongxian is not a harsh character in later film and television works, who often kills your whole family. On the contrary, Wei Zhongxian is a very tolerant person. As long as he does not really touch his fundamental interests, he will just smile when he makes friends out of nothing. After all, Zhang Jingyi is also worthy in front of the emperor now.

Therefore, when dealing with Wei Zhongxian, the key is to grasp the standards. As long as it does not touch his real reverse scale, everything will be easy to say.

Of course, Wei Zhongxian is definitely not a good-for-nothing person. If you really provoke him, he will definitely have a thousand ways to kill your whole family.

"Just do it!" Zhang Jing put down his pen: "Don't worry, Eunuch Wei will not be surprised."

Deng Jian was surprised and said, "Third brother, when did you become a hundred households in Qingpingfang?"

"This... needs to be talked about from the beginning... In short, the transfer order has not arrived yet, so you need to keep it confidential."

Ahhhhh...

Deng Jian wished he could spit this guy to death, but he still kept it secret? You sent invitations everywhere under such a name, and everyone in the world knew about it.

Deng Jian shook his head and said, "I always feel that my wife can't be found, so I'm going to be taken to Caishikou."

"Stop messing around." Zhang Jing smiled and said, "The probability is not that high."

Deng Jian was already scared when he heard this. It turned out that the probability was quite large.

…………

Yang Xin received an invitation.

When I opened the invitation, my face turned green.

Nine thousand years old, factory guard...

This invitation, in Yang Xin's hands, was like a death talisman.

In fact, these days, Yang Xin, a businessman who sells tung oil, has always felt that he had committed a villain and was not going well.

His business in Dongshi has plummeted, and he always feels that the number of passenger flow in Dongshi has been much less recently.

Now he suddenly received an invitation from the factory guards, which made him suddenly start to wonder whether these factory guards who eat people and don’t spit bones want to speak loudly again.

I don’t have any money to pay for the part I should pay on weekdays! Why do I need money again?

Moreover, the nine thousand-year-old sign brought out is really scary.

The merchants in the East City have now started to inquire in private.

The surname Zhang, isn’t the one who sells cotton cloth cheaply these days?

When did this guy climb to the nine thousand years old? Isn’t he the general of the Han Dynasty?

Originally, everyone was disdainful of the Han generals. Just standing guard in the imperial city, what is it?

But now, the sign of others has become the officials of Qingpingfang, a hundred households under the jurisdiction of the Thousand Houses of Jinyiwei, under the jurisdiction of the Thousand Houses of Jinyiwei.

Never heard of it.

Just as everyone was suspicious, the next day, a well-informed person received the news that the latest saint in the palace ordered the Han general Zhang Jingyi to be an official of the Qingpingfang households.

Damn...

At this moment, everyone no longer doubted it. Before the order was issued, they claimed to be the hundreds of households in Qingpingfang. It was obvious that they had a deep relationship in the palace, and this guy... was really a close friend of nine thousand years old...

This is a bit scary. Yang Xin only heard that Jiu Qiansui has sons and grandsons. Some people claim to be nine thousand years old and great-grandson, but no one claims to be nine thousand years old and close friends.

What luck did this dog named Zhang have gone!

It's too late.

The date on the invitation is approaching soon.

What else can Yang Xin do? Of course, he immediately brought the invitation and hurriedly got on the carriage and hurried to Qingpingfang.

The merchants who went with him were like crucian carp crossing the river.

For a moment, there were thousands of people everywhere.

In fact, people like Yang Xin are unwilling to go to places like Qingpingfang.

The place is covered with dirt and the location is extremely poor. It is not as good as the inner city, even the houses in the outer city.

Yang Xin is also a person with family resources, so of course she rarely goes to such places.

But when he arrived at Qingpingfang, he suddenly realized that the people here... were crowded with people.

The carriage in front was already congested, so I had to get off the carriage and walk. Apart from the occasional merchants who received invitations like me, many people also followed.

There were crowds of people, and many people went to the Zhangjia Shop. Such a grand occasion seemed to be only at the temple fairs in the Confucian Temple and the Gongyuan.

The merchant who came with Yang Xin whispered to Yang Xin: "No wonder there has been less passenger flow in the East and West cities recently. It turns out that they have all come to Qingpingfang."

This...is also the truth.

In this era, what is truly closely related to people is food, clothing, housing and transportation. For the vast majority of people, what is really interesting is clothing and food. Food is the most important thing for people, and clothing is something for warmth. These two things are indispensable.

Now Qingpingfang has seen outrageously cheap fabrics, and the texture is better than ordinary cheap cloths, which has created the illusion that cotton cloth should be priced like this for the people of this capital. Therefore, everyone rushed to buy cotton cloth here.

Even if there are too many people buying, or if the cotton cloth sold out on that day, people would rather come back next time than go to East and West markets to buy it.

What is involved here is a psychological problem of people. Since I can buy something that can be bought for 60 cents, why do I have to buy it for 80 cents, and the quality is even worse?

This is no longer a matter of money or not. It involves human cognitive issues. Even if everyone knows that the cotton cloth in the Zhang family is hard to buy, why do I have to be that sucker?

Yang Xin nodded to the merchant beside her and expressed her agreement. She couldn't help but sigh. The market had changed in just a few days.

At this moment, the person beside him pointed at the distance and said, "Look, what is that?"
Chapter completed!