Daming Yinghua

Like Zheng Haizhu, the second grandmother, Qian Shi, is very enthusiastic about developing multi-spindle spinning machines.

The Han family's business is a combination of spinning and weaving.

Being able to spin more fine yarns at the same time means that even if the price of cloth drops by [-] to [-] percent, the profit of the goods owner will not be less than in the past, and the competitiveness of the goods will be much stronger.

Zheng Haizhu then said bluntly to Qian: "Second Grandma's family has a cotton field, and I also grow cotton in Chongming's Zhuangzi, and our two families have raised many women who can spin yarn. Hurry up and make this multi-spindle spinning machine. We'll get a head start and earn the first few buckets of money. But this, like new armament in a war, will soon be imitated everywhere."

Ah Shan, who was thinking about the thread for the turbine linkage, echoed flatteringly: "Madam is right. On the other hand, I don't know if the yarn is really spinning. If the yarn is really fast and good, will the weavers be unable to catch it?" .If that's the case, the loom must be changed."

Zheng Haizhu glanced sideways at Ah Shan.

This is a good statement. Of course, the frequency of spinning and weaving must be coordinated.The birth of the spinning jenny was stimulated by the shuttle loom.

What touched Zheng Haizhu was that this woodworker, Ashan, whether he was sent by her to build a small cannon cart a few days ago, or came to see the spinning machine today, he always showed a kind of quick thinking in a vague way.

Those Liao people who were selected as the first batch of battalions were not stupid, but they had a good understanding of the general's orders and quick physical responses.

Zheng Haizhu made a mark on Ah Shan in his heart, and then said to Han Ximeng: "Miss, Ah Zhu will divide the work with you. Today, I will draw each side of Mrs. Tang's spinning machine, and hand over the drawings to Ah Shan and several yarn workers. How about going back to my Zhuangzi, taking part in the research carefully, and building a new machine?"

When Mrs. Qian heard this, she knew that Zheng Haizhu was afraid that Zhuangzi would be humble, so he neglected herself and Ximeng, and let them live in the county town, but it was not easy for a grown man like Ah Shan to stay.

"Azhu," Qian said frankly, "this season is neither hot nor cold, and the countryside is more comfortable than Chongming County. Ximeng and I, let's live together."

"Uh...Second Grandma, there is no time to build brick houses over there, and they are all houses made of mud walls."

Qian said with a smile: "What about the mud wall? When I was young, I was in Jiading's mother's house, and I also lived near the cotton field. Do you know? When the second master was young, he went to the north to learn from Baiquan Layman, and he even lived in a cave."

Layman Baiquan is Li Zhi, a famous scholar in the Ming Dynasty and a master of the Taizhou School.Li Zhi's thinking was influenced by Wang Yangming's "learning of the heart", and was developed more sharply by his unruly personality, such as criticizing the idea of ​​suppressing business, advocating that women can also listen to male teachers.

After Zheng Haizhu joined the Han family, he gradually learned that the second master Han Zhongwen was a supporter of Li Zhi, and then he understood why Han Zhongwen was able to do business as a literati. Miss Boudoir is less restrained.

At this moment, Qian Shi took the lead in speaking, which was exactly what Han Ximeng wanted.

Chongming has an open climate, and the unique scenery near the sea is even more amazing than the scenery of small bridges and flowing water in Songjiang City. Han Ximeng also wants to take his youngest son to appreciate it for a while, and at the same time draw some flower books and embroider them when he goes back.

Zheng Haizhu saw that what they said was not artificial, so she stopped talking, and ordered Hua Er and Ah Shan to take several spinning machines and looms back to the countryside first, and then come to pick up the grandma.

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As the evening approached, in Zhengjiazhuang, where rice paddies criss-crossed and houses were dotted with dots, smoke rose from cooking.

During the daytime, the activities of house building, military training and salt drying in full swing all came to an end as the sun moved westward.

With the help of Mrs. Tang, Zheng Haizhu arranged for Qian Shi, Ximeng and others, and took time to find Wu Bangde.

Wu Bangde was sitting by a dirt pit in the courtyard, gnawing on dough cakes, and beside him was a steaming wok of stewed sweet potato vermicelli with golden flower salt.

"It's from Wang Tai's house. It contains pickles. His wife forgot to add salt to the vermicelli, so it's fine."

Wu Bangde pursed his lips at the vermicelli, said with a smile, got up and went into the room again, took out a pair of clean bowls and chopsticks, scooped out the clean water in the tank, rinsed them, put pickled vegetable vermicelli on it, and handed it to Zheng Haizhu.

"Eat some too."

Zheng Haizhu took a taste, it was really delicious.

These Liao people, after surviving a desperate situation, showed a positive attitude to adapt to the environment, and quickly exchanged some Jiangnan pickles such as golden cauliflower, grass head, potherb mustard, etc. from neighboring villages, and learned to make sweet potatoes that are already available everywhere in Nanzhili. into vermicelli.

Zheng Haizhu was half full before pointing to a sapling scattered like a broom beside the pit, and asked Wu Bangde, "Did it come from the Songjiang ferry?"

It was a plum tree.

Wu Bangde nodded and said: "Try it, I hope that the land in Chongming can grow life."

Zheng Haizhu recalled that there were many plum groves in Nanhui and Chongming Island in Shanghai in later generations, so she said warmly: "How can they not grow? I heard that plums, like peaches and plums, like this loose sandy soil the most."

Wu Bangde smiled, his eyes fell on the plum tree, showing clear tenderness.

"Back then, Amei came to Nanzhili once with her father. She said that Liaodong was too cold and wanted to make her home in Zhenjiang. Now I see that Chongming is better. It is warm in Yuanren Village, Yiyixu in smoke. etc. When I am old, I will stick to this plum tree and look at the sea in the distance and the clouds in the sky, don't I look like an old dog watching the house?"

While listening, Zheng Haizhu quietly looked at the clay pot beside the plum tree.

Those were the few bones left of Ah Mui.Over the years, Wu Bangde has always carried a small cloth bag with him wherever he goes, which contains the traces left by his beloved in the world.

Right now, the cloth bag has finally been replaced by a clay pot, which will be buried deep in the sand along with the roots of the plum tree.

Wu Bangde dug the soil for a while while the sky was still bright, and then sat down to rest again.

Zheng Haizhu asked: "That guy named Gu Shan didn't seem to have escaped with the villagers?"

"It turned out that there were quite a few. When we crossed the river outside the pass, we met Tartar sentries and killed many of them. A section of the river was dyed red."

"Is this what Ah Shan said?"

"Wang Tai and the others saw it on the top of the mountain in the pass. Gu Shan and a few young men escaped unharmed. After entering the pass, those few were hired by the carriage and horse shop. Gu Shan was too thin and no one wanted them. Those few I was recruiting in Kansai that day, and I saw that he could work carpentry, so I recruited him."

"Oh..." Zheng Haizhu looked thoughtful.

Wu Bangde asked inquiringly, "What's wrong?"

"Well, I was just thinking, watching him for the past two months, my mind is quite bright, why didn't I think of fleeing west with my own woman earlier."

Wu Bangde's movement of rubbing his wrists suddenly stopped, and he sighed for a moment: "There are so many men who are not stupid in the world, and there are a few who can protect their loved ones in troubled times. On the boat coming from the south, this Ah Shan always wipes his tears, Said that I was sorry for my mother and daughter-in-law."

Zheng Haizhu didn't ask any more questions.

It was dusk now, and it was not for marching to fight or discussing urgent matters, it was not good for her to stay in Wu Bangde's courtyard anymore.

Besides, Zheng Haizhu was still thinking about talking to Han Ximeng tonight. In ten days and a half months, even if the multi-spindle spinning machine is not fully completed, she should take her son back to Songjiang, and she can't leave Gu Shouqian alone for so long. .

These days, after Zheng Haizhu learned the whole story of the Dong family’s Yin’s begging for donations, he persuaded Han Ximeng several times. You are a couple who are compatible with music, music, embroidery and painting.