Chapter 210： New loom

A few days later, the weather suddenly became muggy and then started to rain lightly.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and it lasted for three days before stopping.

Most families in the village have dried the golden fungus and snow fungus at home, packed them in cloth bags, and stored them in buckets.

It was already November, and the villagers beat gongs to notify each village that each household should send one man to work as a laborer.

The labor this time is to repair the county wall and clean up the rivers flowing through the county. It is estimated to take about a month.

Jiang Sanlang organized a meeting for each household in Nanpo and said to the villagers: "Manager Zhou will come over to collect mushrooms in the next few days. The golden fungus you are going to sell should be prepared and weighed. Don't mix the moldy ones." , so as not to cause discord twice.”

Last time when golden ears were sold, several companies mixed them with moldy and black ones. As a result, Zhou Mao found out, which made both parties unhappy.

If Zhou Mao hadn't been the mediator himself, Zhou Mao would not have been prepared to purchase the mushrooms from those companies at that time.

Chen Yin said: "Third brother, don't worry, our golden ears have been selected, and there will definitely not be a bad one among them."

Chen Zhu also said: "My family has no problem either."

The rest of the villagers assured that that would not happen this time.

After talking about golden ears, Jiang Sanlang talked about cotton seeds and cotton.

“Keep enough cotton and cottonseed for your own use, and sell another part to the county government. Sun Lizheng will come to our village to weigh and purchase.”

This year, their East Village has become the focus of the county magistrate. When picking cotton, the Ming government even sent his confidant Mr. Liao to inspect and made an appointment for 20,000 kilograms of cotton seeds and cotton.

These cotton seeds and cotton must be sent to Fucheng, and then Fucheng will be handed over to the Ministry of Household Affairs, so the quantity must not be less.

“It’s only 20,000 jins of cotton seeds. A few hundred jins per household in our village is enough.”

“That’s right, Sanlang, don’t worry, I don’t need you to say anything about this and nothing will go wrong.”

“My cotton seeds and cotton have been reserved, and I am going to sell them to the county government for 800 kilograms.”

“Yes, yes! It’s the same with our family.” The villagers expressed their opinions one after another.

This year's cotton and cotton seeds are not as tight as last year, and every household has planted more than 20 acres.

Jiang Sanlang and his two brothers planted more. They each planted 40 acres of land on the south slope, and the cotton harvested could fill several houses.

Fortunately, Yingbao gave the pattern of the cotton gin, and Jiang Sanlang went to the town to ask a carpenter with excellent skills to make it, which was quick and convenient to use.

 Jiang Sanlang did not hide his secrets and shared the cotton gin with other villagers, freeing them from the tedious work of pulling out cotton seeds by hand.

So this time Jiang Sanlang asked them to sell some of their cotton seeds and cotton to the county government, and the villagers agreed without hesitation.

After all, the price offered by the county government is not as high as that offered by outside merchants. If the villagers sell an extra pound, they will lose one pound of money.

After explaining the matter of cottonseed and cotton, Jiang Sanlang began to register the labor service list of each household, and then handed the list of slave labor to Sun Lizheng, who reported it to the county government.

The next day, Jiang Sanlang picked up tools and led a group of villagers towards the county town.

Chuanhe Town is more than a hundred miles away from the county seat. It takes them two days to get there on foot.

Although Yingbao felt sorry for her father, she had no choice but to give him some pills and two bottles of strengthening potion for him to drink when he was tired.

The day after the villagers went to work, Zhou Mao brought two carriages to Dongchen Village.

As usual, I went to Jiang Sanlang’s house first and sat in the main room to chat with Old Man Jiang.

When I saw the fine golden ear brought out by the Jiang family, I was a little surprised: "Why is it only twenty pounds?"

Old man Jiang touched his beard and said with a smile: "Isn't it more than twenty pounds every time?"

“But I heard you say last time that the quantity planted this time was larger than usual.” Zhou Mao stared at Old Man Jiang suspiciously: “Could it be that you sold it to others again?”

Old Man Jiang coughed awkwardly: "To be honest, Mr. Xiao from the Xiao family in Fucheng ordered ten catties, and Mr. Li from the town also bought ten catties. That's all my family paid in total, and I'll leave the rest to you." Official Xiao from Fucheng?" Zhou Mao frowned.

 Could it be that they were members of the Xiao family, the Tuan Lian Observation Envoy of the state capital?

That is something that cannot be messed with.

Zhou Mao said nothing more and weighed the golden ear.

At this time, villagers were sending golden ears and snow ears one after another.

Zhou Mao asked two guys to check the quality of the goods, while he asked someone to lift the loom from the carriage.

“The loom you ordered is the latest model brought from Wuzhou.”

Zhou Mao pointed to the loom and asked, "Where are you going to put it? I'll have someone assemble it for you."

Chun Niang was very happy when she heard this, and she quickly asked someone to put the loom in a bright and bright side room, "Just put it here, I'm sorry to bother you two."

It is a bit reluctant to place two looms in this room, but they can be placed open and will not be affected when used.

Zhou Mao not only brought two looms this time, but also invited a master to teach Chun Niang how to arrange threads for weaving.

After assembling it, Chun Niang immediately took the spun thread and put it on the loom, and started to weave tentatively.

It is indeed very easy to use, and the width of the cloth is much wider than the one I own.

“How much do these two looms cost in total?” Chun Niang asked.

Zhou Mao: "Including our consignment fee, the two looms total two hundred and thirty taels."

“Huh?” So expensive?

Chunniang turned her eyes to the little girl and asked for advice.

Yingbao nodded towards her.

There are certainly not so many in Wuyue, but they have traveled thousands of miles to bring things intact, and it is definitely worth the price.

And there are no such looms locally. What Zhou Mao brought was not only two looms, but also the latest technology.

As long as I sell the drawings of this kind of loom, I might be able to earn back more than two hundred taels.

Seeing the little girl nodding, Chun Niang stopped worrying and took the silver and gave it to Zhou Mao.

Fortunately, I have the money given by Mr. Li and Mr. Xiao to buy golden ears, otherwise Chun Niang would not have so much money to pay the bill.

Suddenly, there was a fierce quarrel outside.

Han Miaoniang was seen holding a basket on her back and shouting angrily: "You are bullying people! Why do you accept theirs but not mine?"

The boy said: "Your golden ears are moldy, so of course we won't accept them."

“Mold? Where is the mold?” Han Miaoniang shouted loudly: “Don’t bully others too much!”

The boy was also angry. He pointed at the golden ears in her basket and said, "Do you think we won't be able to see the mold after wiping it off? No one is a fool. The color of the golden ears has changed. You still said there is mold somewhere?" It’s already moldy and slimy, who wants this thing!”

Han Miaoniang plopped down and sat down on the scale, slapping her thighs and crying: "Oh! You city dwellers are bullying others. You only have to look at the dishes for a mushroom. You think I am a woman who is easy to bully, right?" God, I can’t live anymore...”

The boy's face turned red with anger. Just as he was about to push Han Miaoniang away and take back the scale beam, he saw Manager Zhou coming over and said, "That's it for now. I won't accept it anymore. Let's go."

In any case, the fine gold ears have been weighed, and the rest is not important. It doesn’t matter whether you accept them or not.

The boy was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized what he had done, and quickly loaded the truck that had been weighed and prepared to leave.

The villagers at the back of the queue quit and blamed Han Miaoniang one after another.

Two women came up and pulled her up, saying sarcastically: "Ms. Han, who can you blame for the mold in your house? Don't block our business here. If you want to mess around, go home and talk to your man." Well, no one will spoil you here."