Chapter 350： Female champion VS dandy 15 ┃ Zhuang Xiaohui's small goal

The majestic palace was too far away to see, but Zhuang Li was still leaning against the car window, looking in the direction of the palace.

7480 spit out: "The character of the gods in this world is too awkward. Even such a trivial thing even loses his temper."

"He's not awkward, he's scared." Zhuang Li sighed: "If you are a beggar with nothing, you are walking on the street one day and suddenly pick up a precious treasure, will you be at ease?"

7480 plugged it in and shook his head: "It's not solid."

"No one can be at ease. You may have to sleep with one eye open at night, thinking about whether there will be robbers stealing, and thinking about whether there will be a master to claim it. I always feel that this thing is not suitable for people like me. Yes. This is how Feng Ming is feeling right now."

Zhuang Li closed his eyes, with a tone of sympathy: "The experience of too much hardship has made his heart unable to settle down. He wants to get close, but he is afraid of getting close. If he doesn't get it, he will never lose it."

"Then you can make him feel at ease. If you play dumb riddles with him, isn't he more disturbed?" 7480 looked puzzled.

"You don't understand. The sense of security is not given by others, but by myself. I am activating his heart that yearns for happiness." Zhuang Li opened his eyes, looked in the direction of the imperial city again, and sighed, "Those notes are not riddles. , is the talisman to dispel the demons. At the critical moment, he will need them."

7480 waved his hands again and again: "Forget it, I really don't understand it, do whatever you want."

At the same time, Feng Ming brushed off the note with indifference on his face, and strode towards the martial arts arena. His manic heart needs to be vented.

He could guess the reason why Zhuang Li found all kinds of excuses to get close to him. The other party wants nothing more than two things: one is glory and wealth, and the other is monstrous power.

Besides these two, what else can I give him? Isn't everyone around me all for these two points? What used to be so natural, why can't it be tolerated now?

Why can others do it, but Zhuang Li can't?

Feng Ming didn't know what he wanted from Zhuang Li, but he clearly felt that when Zhuang Li inevitably played with his own thoughts, this already numb heart would actually hurt.

tearing pain!

Feng Ming took off his shirt and practiced with Long Jinwei's masters in turn until he was sweaty and exhausted. However, instead of making him feel better, this catharsis made him more and more dull and restless. He always felt that if he didn't go back, something big would happen.

Unable to bear it, he immediately threw away the weapon in his hand and walked towards the palace. As soon as he entered the main hall, he found that a servant was cleaning the desk, and the note left by Zhuang Li was gone.

"Where's my stuff?" The sudden sense of unease and panic made him look hideous.

He walked over quickly and kept checking under the table.

The waiter responded quickly, knelt down with a plop, pointed to a book and said, "Your Majesty, this servant helped you get caught in it."

Feng Ming hurriedly opened the book, found the note and looked at it, then slowly let out a breath.

Saying that he doesn't want to play anymore, he doesn't care anymore, but he can't control his heart. He can't deceive anyone, he just cares, he just wants to know what the boy wrote in these notes.

If he can't find the answer, he can't calm down for a moment.

Feng Ming took out the other three pieces of paper, placed them side by side, studied and pondered over and over again, and searched dictionaries, dictionaries, and ancient books over and over again.

The inner servant knelt on the ground for a long time, not daring to move, until the report of the Prime Minister's visit came from outside the hall, and the emperor had to put away the note and go out, and then he struggled to support his already sore legs.

Another servant came over to help him, pinched his fingers, and sighed in a low voice: "In a few days, I don't know how many people will die."

The two looked at each other, then paled.

In a few days, it will be the anniversary of the death of all the people of Cheng'en's mansion. Back then, the late emperor was too ruthless, in order to force the emperor to come back, he killed more than 300 people in Cheng'en's mansion in one go. That day was the day when the emperor escaped from the capital, but it was also the day when the emperor fell into hell.

On this day, the emperor was depressed at light, and mad at worst. Everyone who came close to him was in danger.

Thinking of the tragic state of blood in the palace last year, several of the chamberlains had the idea of ​​escaping from the palace with wings.

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Feng Yi and Zhuang Li, who were kicked out after only two days of entering the palace, almost became the laughing stock of the entire capital. But neither of the two cared about what other people were saying.

Feng Yiba had to go to school and drink and have fun with a group of friends all day long.

The parts customized by Zhuang Li have been delivered one after another. He ordered them to be transported to a large house outside the city, assembled into eight spinning machines and five shuttle looms, and taught Zhuang Xiaohui the operating principles.

"This is your factory. You hire thirteen women to help you spin and weave fabrics, and the finished products are sent directly to your store for sale. You don't need to look for sources, you can produce and sell by yourself. This is called the integration of production and sales. It can greatly save operating costs." Zhuang Li briefly explained a few words.

Zhuang Xiaohui looked at the thirteen machines in astonishment, her voice trembling: "Brother, these machines are amazing! A normal spinning machine only has one or two spindles, but this machine has sixteen, and it operates Simple. One person can spin sixteen people's yarn, and eight machines can spin a hundred and twenty-eight people's yarn. How fast is that?"

Zhuang Xiaohui counted with her fingers and sighed, "Brother, these eight spinning machines are equivalent to a medium-sized workshop!"

"More than that, the operation of this flying shuttle loom is simpler and the speed is higher. The yarn spun by the eight spinning machines, these five looms can all be woven into cloth in one day, and the texture is very delicate and smooth. The quality of the cloth is better than that of hand-woven cloth." Zhuang Li slowly demonstrated the operation method of the flying shuttle loom.

The more Zhuang Xiaohui listened, the more excited she became: "Brother, we only need to hire thirteen people to weave so much and such good cloth, but the production cost is much less than that of a large workshop with one or two hundred people, so we can set the price of the cloth. It's cheaper and everyone can afford it!"

Zhuang Li nodded and said: "Yes, because of the high production efficiency, our cloth can indeed be sold much cheaper than other companies. But you need to find a stable supply channel for cotton, so as to avoid the problem of insufficient raw materials in the future. When you accumulate enough If you have the capital, you can go to the north to buy a large piece of land, grow cotton by yourself, and realize the integration of production, supply and marketing, which can save costs even more.

"The cotton cloth that has just been produced is not dyed, it looks white or yellow, and it is not yellow. Rich people will not buy it, but because the price is cheap, ordinary people will definitely like it. So let's go the public route first, with small profits but quick turnover, and wait until later. If you have money, open another dyeing workshop, make colored or printed fabrics yourself, and take the high-end route.”

Zhuang Li gently patted his sister's shoulder and encouraged: "In short, let's take it slow and don't rush it too much. My brother believes you can do it well."

Opening a cloth workshop, opening a dyeing workshop, buying land, and planting cotton, the blueprint for the future is unfolding in front of Zhuang Xiaohui little by little, and it is already within reach. My brother invented such a miraculous machine. If she still can't make this business, then she is the number one idiot.

"Brother, I must work hard. I want to open our shop all over Dayan!" Zhuang Xiaohui patted her chest and said proudly.

"On my birthday next year, give me a golden mountain." Zhuang Li set a small goal for his sister.

Zhuang Xiaohui held back a series of coughs before she could fully release her arrogance. After coughing, she laughed heartily, and slapped her brother, agreeing simply and neatly.

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Yu Yuxian found out that there was also a cloth shop opposite his store, and the business was very hot. The shopkeeper was a woman who had never left the cabinet.

Li pointed to the woman who greeted the guests loudly, and said with disgust, "I don't know which girl she is, so shameless."

Yu Yuxian felt uncomfortable, but didn't say anything. It is true that women are not suitable for business and are easy to suffer.

Mrs. Li was still talking: "Hmph, her cotton cloth is half cheaper than ours, what's the profit? I sent someone to buy it yesterday, feel it, does it feel very good? It's very fine. slip?"

Li took out a piece of cloth from the drawer and handed it to Yu Yuxian.

Yu Yuxian reached out and touched it, and the touch was really comfortable.

Li sneered: "I can bet that this cloth must have been woven by a skilled Zhinu with a lot of hard work, and the purchase price must be higher than her current selling price. She is a new store and has no customers, so she is making money at a loss. Shout out! Women are women. They have never studied or seen the world, and they do things in a random way. Such a good cloth is sold at such a low price. When the guests come back next time, they find that the price is high, and the cloth is not good. They will definitely want to trouble."

Li pointed to the opposite side, and her expression became more and more contemptuous: "Look, the people who enter her store are all poor ghosts, and poor ghosts love to take advantage. If there is no advantage to take in the future, who will go to her store? The only thing she sells is home-made cloth, which is not uncommon for the rich and the rich. It is hard for the poor to earn money, and the money for the rich cannot be earned. She can’t rely on both ends, so the business will not last long. Mother bet you, her shop won’t go out. It will be closed in half a month.”

Yu Yuxian said helplessly: "Mother, don't tell a woman you haven't seen the world, women can't do business, aren't you a woman?"

"Am I wrong? She really hasn't seen the world! I said she would be closed in half a month, would you dare to bet with me?" Li Shi was full of disdain.

"Don't dare, I don't think her business will last long." Yu Yuxian's point of view is the same as his mother's.

But she thought she was a good person, so she walked to the opposite side when it was closing in the evening, and reminded: "The price of your cloth is too low, I'm afraid it won't work like this for a long time."

"It's none of your business why I sell? Are you jealous when you see my family's business is booming?" Zhuang Xiaohui sneered.

"Why are you so rude?" Yu Yuxian blushed and reprimanded: "As expected, only women and villains are difficult to support. If you don't listen to my advice, your shop won't last long! A girl who hasn't left the cabinet, If you don't stay at home, but show your face all day, what kind of tutor are you? Do your parents care about you?"

Zhuang Xiaohui looked her up and down with strange eyes, and then smiled contemptuously.

This person is obviously a woman, but every word he says is demeaning to a woman. Her thoughts have long been poisoned by the so-called etiquette education, and she even looks down on herself.

Her ideals and aspirations were originally used to cover up her selfish greed.

This man is so vulgar! Unbearable!

The more Zhuang Xiaohui thought about it, the more ironic she felt, so she shook her head and sighed: "Yu Yuxian, you are so pitiful, do you still know who you are?"

The ambiguous question seemed to have a deep meaning.

Yu Yuxian's heart skipped a beat for a moment, and then he began to feel guilty and annoyed. Why does this woman look at herself with pity? When she was in the officialdom, she was still playing needle and thread in the boudoir!

With an unyielding momentum, Yu Yuxian chased after him and asked, "You know me? What did you mean by that?"

Zhuang Xiaohui climbed into the carriage and looked at her condescendingly, with a firm and contemptuous tone: "Yu Yuxian, you won't do anything in this life."