Daming: I, Yang Xian, really govern Yang!

Chapter 53 The First Snow
The capital, the imperial city.

Kunning Palace.

Zhu Yuanzhang, Ma Xiuying, Zhu Biao.

The whole family of three is here.

"Father and Queen, these are the cashmere sweaters presented by Yang Xianjin, the prefect of Yangzhou." Zhu Biao said and took two pure white cashmere sweaters from the hands of the internal officials.

Zhu Yuanzhang and Ma Xiuying had curious looks on their faces. This style of clothing was really strange. They had never seen it before.

Zhu Biao saw the expressions on their faces and thought that he had the same reaction when he saw the cashmere sweater for the first time.

Zhu Biao continued to introduce: "This cashmere sweater is warm and breathable. It is suitable for winter. I asked Yang Xian to send it specially according to your size. Try it on."

Zhu Biao took out a pure white cashmere sweater, measured it to his mother Ma Xiuying, and said with a smile.

Ma Xiuying said nothing. After putting it on her body, she was amazed and said: "It is indeed light and thin. It is thicker than a single shirt and thinner than fur. The most important thing is that it doesn't hurt at all when worn on the body, and Excellent thermal insulation.”

She reached out and stroked the surface of the cashmere sweater and praised, "The quality of this dress is not inferior to that of mink fur. This Yang Xian is thoughtful."

Zhu Yuanzhang held the cashmere sweater in his hand, but was not in a hurry to put it on. He asked: "Cashmere? Does that mean this dress is woven with wool?"

"Yes."

While Zhu Biao was adjusting Ma Xiuying's collar, he smiled and said, "Really speaking, this matter has something to do with my son."

"Father, do you still remember that Uncle Xu from the northern border sent an emergency military report a few months ago to urge food supplies?"

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded, indicating that he remembered this.

"With the new founding of the Ming Dynasty, coupled with the years of war, the treasury granary could not produce so much food for a while. It coincided with a great harvest in Yangzhou City, so you asked Yang Xian to open the granary to fund the northern frontier army. Unfortunately, he had gone to Mi Zhe, I have reported that this fairy seed obtained from overseas cannot be saved. Otherwise, if the whole country of Ming Dynasty is planted with this kind of rice seed, no people will go hungry anymore, and at the same time, the border army will no longer be a A headache.”

The inability to save immortal seeds overseas was the most regretful thing for Zhu Yuanzhang. However, for unknown reasons, Zhu Yuanzhang did not announce the contents of the secret book to the outside world.

Zhu Biao smiled and said: "Yes, Yang Xian took the initiative to relieve the country's worries at that time. He had no other request. He just asked his ministers to help him ask Uncle Xu for wool."

"There are many sheep herders in the northern grasslands. The border troops have indeed accumulated a lot of wool from the seizures over the years." Zhu Yuanzhang picked up the cashmere sweater in his hand and said. “Are you saying these cashmere sweaters were made from that batch of wool?”

Zhu Yuanzhang had a look of surprise on his face.

He knew the quality of the wool stored by the frontier army.

He didn't expect that Yang Xian could turn waste into treasure.

"Yang Xian has a special wool processing workshop in Yangzhou and has a group of craftsmen who are specially used to process wool." Zhu Biao explained with a smile.

"I heard that now everyone in Yangzhou City has woolen clothes to wear, and there is no longer the risk of freezing to death."

After listening to Zhu Biao's words, Zhu Yuanzhang showed a cheerful smile on his face, put his clothes on directly, and said with a smile: "As expected, we were right about Yang Xian. Yang Xian always pretends to be a common people in his heart."

"Not bad!"

Zhu Yuanzhang put the cashmere sweater on his body, shook it vigorously, and said with a smile.

It is obvious that Lao Zhu is very satisfied with this cashmere sweater.

In fact, during this period, cashmere sweaters have been sold like crazy in Beijing.

In completely out of stock condition.

Whether it is Xu Miaoyun, Wang Yuemin, or Princess Chang Xia, each of them is the best walking advertisement for cashmere sweaters.

You must know that these noble ladies and ladies in the capital all have this mentality. I want to have what others have.

In the circle of ladies and ladies, amid competition for beauty, pure white cashmere sweaters were sold for sky-high prices.

Zhu Yuanzhang pondered for a moment, and then suddenly said: "It is far from enough for Yangzhou City to have people who have not been frozen to death."

"Biao'er, please find some time to discuss with Yang Xian and promote his wool processing workshop nationwide. The ultimate goal is to allow people all over the country and everywhere to have warm clothes to wear in winter. Purpose." In Zhu Yuanzhang's view, the cost of wool is not high.

If this woolen sweater can be sold nationwide, it will completely solve the clothing problem among the four major problems of food, clothing, housing and transportation for the people.

"Yes, Father." Zhu Biao responded.

In fact, he himself also had this idea, and Lao Zhu thought of it together with him.

Just a few months.

Ming Kee Trading Company has expanded from a dessert shop to a bookstore, fruit and vegetable store, and clothing store today.

Every day, money flows into the warehouse of Mingji Trading Company like running water.

A huge business empire in the future has begun to take shape at the end of the third year of Hongwu.

As the apparent helmsman of a trading company, Wang Yuemin sometimes felt that there were some unreal illusions. Since he was captured, all the days put together were not as exciting as these few months.Every time, Yang Xian could always let her know some new surprises, whether it was new things or novel theoretical knowledge.

She found that she also learned a lot during this time.

At the end of the year.

It is also the time when every business bank does its accounting.

Wang Yuemin didn't know why Yang Xian trusted him so much and never talked about it.But the trust others place in her is no reason for her to betray that trust at will.

After explaining the various shops in the capital, Wang Yuemin took several thick account books and embarked on the journey to Yangzhou again.

The bumps of the carriage along the way made her miss the asphalt roads in Yangzhou.

Wang Yuemin opened the carriage curtain, looked out, and suddenly discovered something.

She stretched out her hand, and a snowflake fell on her hand.

Beijing.

Xu Miaoyun walked into Mingji Bookstore and finally bought a new copy of Dream of Red Mansions that she had been longing for.

When she came out of the bookstore, she subconsciously raised her head.

Snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

Royal Palace.

Zhu Biao, who was in front of the desk, put down the pen in his hand and looked outside the hall.

The wind blows.

The paper on the desk made a clattering sound, and people could clearly read the words written on it, "Trial Promotion of Wool Processing Workshop."

On this day, it snowed for the first time this winter.

It also represents the coming of a cold wave.

Here in Yangzhou.

Fortunately, Yang Xian took precautions, and the people of Yangzhou are now well fed and clothed warmly.

Lu Mingyi, standing on the streets of Yangzhou, looked at all this with a bright smile on his face.

And Yang Xian was the one who caused all this.

At this moment, one person was quietly working on setting up a private school.

(End of this chapter)