Sun, who was standing at the back, saw her sister-in-law being laughed at and ridiculed, so she quickly took a few steps back, turned around and walked back, picking up the backpack.
Seeing this, others asked her, "Why did Sister Chen go back? Are you not selling your golden ears anymore?"
"Hmm." Sun stammered and walked faster.
Her golden ears also got moldy. She asked someone to bake them but it still didn't work. They were now gray and had mold spots on them, and even the fragrance was gone.
I had wanted to use it to get away with it, but after what happened with Han, I guess I won't be able to sell it. In that case, I'd better not embarrass myself here.
It's a pity to waste so many golden ears. It cost a lot of money to buy the fungus. The whole process will cost me more than ten taels of silver.
More than ten taels is not a small amount.
Sun was heartbroken.
Otherwise, let your husband take the medicine to the county pharmacy and sell it. In case someone buys it without knowing its value, we can recover some of the loss.
Inside the Jiang family compound.
After a round of persuasion from everyone, and with Old Man Jiang also pleading for him, Zhou Mao finally agreed to start accepting the goods again.
The villagers waiting to sell their goods hurriedly picked out their own golden fungus and snow fungus carefully, in case there were any of poor quality ones that would annoy Manager Zhou.
Yingbao ignored the situation outside and used a ruler to measure the loom with A Niang. They also drew the components of each part and marked the size.
She wanted to ask different carpenters to make these components according to the size, and then assemble them one by one, and then sell the looms. Even if each one was sold for fifty taels, she only needed to sell five to make her money back.
Maybe you can sell more and make more money in the future.
This loom can move the shuttle automatically. The weaver only needs to hold the rope with one hand and the board with the other hand, and step on the pedals with both feet to weave cloth quickly, which is several times faster than the original manual shuttle.
As long as you are skilled in the operation, you can weave a three-foot wide piece of cotton cloth in a day.
The weaving speed is almost as fast as lightning in the local area.
Just based on this one thing, the more than two hundred taels of silver he spent were not wasted.
The next day, Yingbao and A Niang took the drawings to carpenter shops in several other towns, gave them the drawings and dimensions of one or two parts, and asked them to make twenty pairs as soon as possible.
Afterwards, he gave the drawings of several other simple-shaped parts to Wang Ke, a carpenter in the village, and asked him to make twenty sets.
As for the iron structure of the loom and the springs on the shuttle, they were made by the blacksmith shop in the county.
Ten days later, Chunniang and her two sisters-in-law were able to operate the new loom skillfully, and the cotton cloth they wove was wide and soft.
The parts from the carpenter and blacksmith were also completed. Old Man Jiang borrowed a mule cart and went to pull the things back himself.
Then comes the assembly of the loom.
Chunniang installed one for her eldest sister-in-law's family and one for her second sister-in-law's family.
The remaining eighteen sets were placed in his own house. If someone came to buy them, he would say they were fifty taels of silver each.
This price is quite high, ten times higher than the local loom price.
But so what? Scarcity makes things valuable. You can buy it if you want.
However, Yingbao asked his mother not to sell it for the time being, and wait for his father to come back so that he could sell it all at once.
Because if you can hire someone to make this thing yourself, others can do it too, so it's a one-time deal.
If you sell one and then people start to copy it crazily, then you will become the scapegoat, spending money to make wedding dresses for others, and you may even be accused of being black-hearted in the future.
So, either sell eighteen units at a time, or don’t sell any.
Chunniang always listened to her daughters. When someone came to ask her questions, she asked them to wait until their husbands came back.
If no one wants to buy it because it’s too expensive, the worst that can happen is that we can hire a few weavers to come back and weave cotton cloth.
We have a lot of cotton stored at home. If it can all be spun into cotton thread and woven into cotton cloth, it will bring us a considerable income.
Before long, the news that the Jiang family had bought a new loom spread quickly throughout the village.
Many people came to watch, and they were still shocked by the sight of Chunniang weaving so quickly.
Especially the shuttle that can move around automatically is so amazing and puzzling.
When I asked about the price, I found out that this loom cost more than one hundred taels, which was really shocking.
However, when everyone knew that this thing was purchased from Wu Yue thousands of miles away, it seemed reasonable.
Many families were eager to buy a loom, so they went out to ask where they could buy the same loom, but they came back empty-handed.
Soon it was the twelfth lunar month. When Jiang Sanlang and his companions came back from their work, they found their house filled with hundreds of pieces of white cotton cloth.
There were two looms in the side room and the main room of the house, a total of six looms, and there was a weaver weaving on each loom.
There were several other people spinning under the eaves, some were wives from the village, and some were from other villages.
"What's going on?" Jiang Sanlang asked his wife.
Chunniang smiled and said, "I have hired a few weavers to help us spin yarn and weave cloth. The cotton at home has almost been woven. Look at how good these cotton cloths are. I will make you some clothes later."
"That's not what I'm asking." Jiang Sanlang pointed at the loom at home and asked, "Where did all this come from?"
"I asked someone to call."
Chunniang glared at her husband in reproach and went to the kitchen to boil water for him to wash. "Zhou Mao brought two looms to our house. I wanted to make a profit, so I asked someone to make twenty parts for them and assembled them myself."
Jiang Sanlang followed his wife into the kitchen: "Twenty? Where are the rest?"
He saw that there were only six machines at home. Did he sell the others
Chunniang scooped water into the pot: "The rest are here. Baoer said to sell them when you come back."
Jiang Sanlang sat behind the stove and helped light the fire. He would occasionally ask, "How much did Zhou Mao pay for one?"
"Two sets for two hundred and thirty taels." Chunniang covered the pot and said, "So my daughter wants to earn back the money."
Jiang Sanlang nodded and added grass to the stove. "Bao'er is right. I'll go ask who wants one later. It'll be fifty taels per piece."
Chunniang chuckled, "You and your daughter really think alike. You don't have to ask, I've registered it."
"Ten households in our village want to buy one, three households in the West Village, and even people from other villages have come to make reservations. I have calculated that a total of 28 households want to buy this loom, and they have already paid deposits."
"Twenty-eight households?" Jiang Sanlang was stunned: "Then, how much can we earn?"
Chunniang smiled mysteriously and said nothing.
The family customized the machine components in several places, and once assembled, the cost of a loom was only about ten taels of silver.
Assuming the price set by my daughter is fifty taels per machine, then our family can earn more than one thousand one hundred taels each time.
More than one thousand taels, a sum she had never dared to imagine in her life.
With so much money, even if we can’t make money in the future, our family will definitely be wealthy.
But this matter still has to be decided by my husband. Men have their own considerations. My daughter and I dare not make this decision rashly.
"Since 28 households have ordered looms, the money we have at home will definitely not be enough. What are you going to do..."
Before Jiang Sanlang finished speaking, Chunniang said, "Bao'er and I have ordered another thirty parts. We will pick them up in a few days."
This time, Chunniang used the deposits given by others to customize the parts of the loom, so she didn't worry at all that no one would want the goods when she brought them back.
After earning this money, his family built a weaving hall in the village and hired a few weavers to specialize in weaving cotton cloth.
Anyway, the whole township has started to grow cotton, and there will be more and more cotton in the future.
When the cotton couldn't be sold at a good price, she would weave it into cloth and sell it.