Liu Jian said solemnly: "Your Majesty can you tell me how valuable this thing is?"

Emperor Hongzhi obviously did not realize this problem. When he heard Liu Jian ask, his eyes narrowed and asked very seriously: "Your family is okay."

Liu Jian smiled and said, "Copper coins are only a hundred coins. For ordinary people, a hundred coins are not much, but not much, and they are enough to afford them.

He paused for a while and continued to tell the story.

"Compared with the fur that costs two silvers, with this item, Your Majesty, the people will have an extra choice to keep warm. Isn't this a great joy? What the people want is just a full and warm dress. When people eat and wear warm, they will not be hungry and cold. His Royal Highness and the Crown Prince and Marquis Dingyuan have made this sweater. For the people of the world, this is called generous favors and enough to be called a virtuous person."

Hundreds of money...

It can also keep warm...

"Can you give me a closer look?"

Emperor Hongzhi immediately cheered up, his eyes shining, as if he had seen a baby.

Emperor Hongzhi became serious.

He wanted to know what these hundreds of clothes that cost a lot of money looked like.

Shen Wen hesitated for a moment, and was not polite. He took off the bullfighting suit covered with his head and exposed the zebra-shaped sweater.

Emperor Hongzhi took a closer look and found that the fur color was very good, and countless threads were wrapped around, a bit similar to...chain mail...

The style is very novel, but this is not the point. The needle and thread are tight and layered... After Emperor Hongzhi stared at it, he looked at Xiang Fang Jifan and asked seriously: "Fang Qing family, where are your clothes?"

This means, didn't you say you gave me a sweater? Bring it.

Fang Jifan said embarrassedly: "I will wear it on myself for the time being."

"Take it off." Emperor Hongzhi was not polite at all. He couldn't wait to try this sweater now. It was really as magical as everyone said, and his clothes were extremely warm?

"..." Fang Jifan was speechless and never expected that the first time he took off his clothes was for the emperor.

He went to the side hall obediently, and had to borrow a coat from the palace to put it on for himself. Then he held the sweater to the warm hall, carefully as if holding a treasure.

"Your Majesty, this needle and thread are woven by me. It took me half a month and it took me a lot of effort. I'm doing this..."

Emperor Hongzhi asked someone to take a sweater and hold it in his hand and observe: "How to wear it?"

Zhu Houzhao volunteered: "Son of mine."

It looks very respectful.

Emperor Hongzhi seemed to feel guilty towards him and nodded.

Zhu Houzhao stepped forward.

Xiao Jing carefully dressed loosely for Emperor Hongzhi first. Zhu Houzhao was very rude and put his sweater on Emperor Hongzhi's neck.

“…”

Emperor Hongzhi felt a little bit like he was suffocating.

Very embarrassed.

The old face turned red: "Cough cough..."

I wanted to say gentle, my head.

But I couldn't say these words, so I had to endure them.

Zhu Houzhao was almost rude and fierce.

call……

Instead of getting in, it got stuck on Emperor Hongzhi's head.

Zhu Houzhao was not panicked at all, but explained: "Father, the first time I wear it, it's like this, it's better to go slowly. Once you get married, don't worry, your son will be fine soon."

"..." Emperor Hongzhi held his eyes in the darkness and felt very uncomfortable.

Finally... the world has returned to light and the sweater has finally been put in.

Emperor Hongzhi's face was particularly red and he looked very uncomfortable. He was silent for a while before he let out a long sigh. He raised his eyes and saw Zhu Houzhao's worried face.

"Father, you're fine, this is the first time..."

"Yes." Emperor Hongzhi didn't say much, just nodded slightly.

Wear the sweater thoroughly.

Like everyone else, he felt a little uncomfortable at first, but soon Emperor Hongzhi felt a little warm. He said to the eunuch: "The charcoal fire is extinguished."

The eunuch hurriedly extinguished the charcoal fire. Emperor Hongzhi stretched out his waist and gradually felt less discomfort. He was extremely warm all over his body.

He looked down at the crooked texture of his body and the messy stitches.

Emperor Hongzhi was a little confused.

Warm is warm, but...

"Fang Qing's family, why is your sweater different from them?"

"Same." Fang Jifan seemed embarrassed. They all had authentic prison uniforms, but what Emperor Hongzhi wore was like beggar's clothes.

No wonder I am already very serious, but in this world, there is always the word "talent".

Emperor Hongzhi pulled his face down, especially when he looked at Shen Wen's sweater, then looked down.

Sure enough...there is no good product when it is cheap.

No wonder Fang Jifan was so excited to send his sweater on.

What might you say?

Emperor Hongzhi pinched the collar of the sweater, and the neck here was itchy, but the overall feeling was still very good. You can wear a high-neck sweater in the future.

He stood up and said with expectation: "Go, go out and have a walk."

He led everyone out of the warm pavilion, and the cold wind was whizzing outside. Emperor Hongzhi didn't feel cold. He was weak. If he had been suddenly suffering from such a cold wind in the past, he would have been uncomfortable, but now, he doesn't feel that way.

Emperor Hongzhi was so happy that he forgot about the other ills of the sweater and couldn't help but praise: "It's really warm, the prince..."

Zhu Houzhao stepped forward: "My son is here."

"Is this the Fang Qing family's idea again?" Emperor Hongzhi seemed to be smiling.

Zhu Houzhao focused heavily: "Yes, it was his idea. He had many ideas, so he helped a little."

Emperor Hongzhi nodded and glanced at Fang Jifan: "The Fang Qing family has indeed had more ghost ideas, but their ability to do things is much worse. You stay in the West every day and say that knowledge and action are united. You have actions but ignorance, and Fang Qing family has knowledge but no action."

The general meaning is that Prince, you are a mentally retarded, and Fang Jifan is a waste.

Of course, this is just a conspiracy theory understanding, and Emperor Hongzhi may not have thought of this.

Emperor Hongzhi said again: "But I think I have a disease in Fang Jifan, this is understandable. Fang Qing's family, I will take away your sweater, and I will wear this one in the future. This is your painstaking effort."

Fang Jifan sighed: "Your Majesty is wise. Everyone is proud of being gorgeous. But Your Majesty does not look at the surface but is practical. This is extremely difficult. It is really a blessing for me to meet such a wise ruler as Your Majesty."

Zhu Houzhao twitched her face, but she couldn't knit her sweater well, so she talked a lot of nonsense.

Emperor Hongzhi was amused: "How much does this sweater produce?"

Fang Jifan said: "The Zhenguo Mansion is rushing to the construction period, and must find a way to quickly occupy the market at the lowest price... No, quickly deliver this affordable heating item to thousands of households."

Emperor Hongzhi felt relieved. He felt more and more that when he encountered the prince's affairs, he would be confused. After thinking about it, he realized that it was a wrong thing. He couldn't help but feel upset and said, "Zhen Guofu... suppressed Japanese pirates, knitting sweaters, and well, and running academies to promote education. These are the prince and Fang Qing family. You can do it well. In the future, I will make decisions for you if there is anything."

He faced the wind, like a child wearing rain boots deliberately stepped on a puddle in order to try the effect of the rain boots, wishing that the cold wind was not strong enough and the weather was not biting enough.

My body is still warm.

……………………

Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan almost escaped and came out of the palace.

Fang Jifan returned to Xishan, and Wang Jinyuan had already come to report the good news and said excitedly to him.

"Young Master, Young Master, our display has been a great success. Haha, many merchants have come to order the orders, how much do they want."

Wang Jinyuan is full of eyebrows and beauty. Now, we just need to try our best to produce. The more we produce, the greater the profit.

Fang Jifan had long expected this.

"Then you hurry up and find a way to hire a woman. If someone is willing to come here to weave, you can bring her husband to Xishan to settle down. As long as her husband is not disabled, Xishan can always arrange something for them."

"As for textile machines, we have to improve them, and we will also need to manufacture them on a large scale from now on. Next month, I will produce 10,000 kilograms a day, and by the beginning of next spring, I will be able to produce 50,000 kilograms a day."

This number is very scary.

It's 50,000 kilograms, it's still Nissan.

However, thinking of this huge demand, and the monopoly of this company and no other part-time monopoly, Wang Jinyuan naturally knew that even in summer, people would not wear sweaters, but the wool knitted would not have to worry about sales. Isn’t it very fast and winter can be entered again? What’s more, the biggest demand now is in the desert and in Liaodong. What is now satisfying is the capital, but in the future, it’s not clear.

Wang Jinyuan hurriedly said, "The villain understands, but... in this workshop, the villain can't get involved in the production matter."

This is his most annoyance.

Wang Jinyuan is the chief manager of Xishan. Whether it is a coal mine or a farm stay, even the logistics supply of Xishan and the military farmhouses is all handled by him. There is nothing he can't do, and he also enjoys this feeling of calling the wind and rain. In Xishan, the more important his position is, the more the young master cannot live without himself.

As Fang Jifan's status rose, Wang Jinyuan understood that he had to hold the young master's thigh and never let go of his hand when he beat him to death.

But the textile workshop was airtight and could not be controlled by him at all, which made him feel a little frustrated.

Fang Jifan looked at him coldly: "Want to go in and manage it? It's not easy. If you cut yourself off, you won't have this trouble."

Wang Jinyuan skipped a beat, his face pale as paper, and he smiled dryly: "This... although this thing is useless to the villain, it's... but after all, it was passed down by his ancestors, no, no."

Fang Jifan said: "The textile workshops are all cooked for Sanniang. She may still be a little unfamiliar now, but after getting started, it will be easier. I can see that he is a smart and capable woman."

Wang Jinyuan completely gave up and suddenly remembered something: "Young master, Tang Bohu's letter arrived this morning and mentioned a man named Qi Jingtong who was about to come to the capital to meet the saint."

Qi Jingtong...
Chapter completed!