Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 365 The Eye-Opening Textile Field
The scene in Nanjing is different from that in Xiangyang. Apart from the large number of people, the more difference lies in the abundance of commodities.

In addition to firewood, rice, oil and salt, there are silk brocades from Suzhou, porcelain from Jingdezhen, pens, inks, papers and inkstones from Huizhou, swords and screens from Japan, ginseng and deer antler from North Korea, and so on.

Wearing a Confucian shirt with a fluttering crown, he has a tall and straight figure that is very handsome, elegant and heroic.

Zhu Yixi is very satisfied with his attire, this is the first time he wears a Confucian shirt, and his gentle look is very novel.

"My lord, this looks even more handsome than those Tan Hua Langs!"

Yang Le saw this and praised happily.

"That's it!" Zhu Yixi nodded slightly.

Complacent, but he was very calm.

Walking in the streets and alleys, the big girls and girls along the way looked back one after another.

Zhu Yixi seemed to have forgotten about the previous collision.

After working hard for several years, he seemed to be able to relax a bit at this time, wandering in the city.

However, he already had an occupational disease. Although he was traveling, he kept thinking about it.

The price of food, the market for official salt, and the faces of the common people on the street.

Obviously, the living standards of Nanjing people are good, after all, they are supported by the whole south.

Before he knew it, he came to the champion building.

Huge banners were waving in the wind, and they seemed to cover half of the street.

The third floor was overcrowded, a large number of scholars and scholars were drunk and sang loudly, and it was not yet night, otherwise, when the Qing people from the Qinhuai River came, the pipa and wind music would be played, making it even more lively.

"Young master, please come inside."

With a long tone, the buddy hurriedly arranged to be seated.

"Just serve a few small dishes."

Yang Le ordered directly.

There were too many people, and there were no private rooms available, Zhu Yixi was not particular about it, and sat down by the window, admiring the atmosphere of the market.

"Have you heard? Enke will be held next spring."

"Isn't this nonsense? Your Majesty must have Enke to ascend the throne."

Several scholars couldn't help enjoying themselves.

"Several provinces in the north fell to the enemy, so we have less pressure."

"Hey, that's a good idea. There's nothing to do in other provinces. This year, the number of people in the township examination has increased to 200 people. We really have to fight for our own people."

Hearing this, people at several tables nearby also echoed.

Zhu Yixi shook his head. Although the Jiangnan children are proud, they are telling the truth.

After casually tasting a few dishes, Zhu Yixi put down his chopsticks. Although the taste was good, it was already difficult for him to eat.

"Let's go!"

Flicking his sleeves, Zhu Langjun got up and left.

However, he understands that for these scholars, fame is the first priority, and the Donglin Party doesn't care about anything.

People's hearts, people's hearts!

Slightly relieved, Zhu Yixi walked briskly.

Walking aimlessly, Yang Le and Sun Changzhou didn't dare to stop them. After a while, they left the inner city and came to the outer city.

If the inner city is home to middle class and above families, then the outer city is the ordinary working people.

Large fields, sparse and decaying houses, bare-bottomed children, ragged pedestrians, desolate beggars with absent-minded eyes can be found everywhere.

At this moment, Zhu Yixi was silent for an instant.

The truth is often cruel.

"The prosperity of the inner city is nothing but a falsehood."

Muttering softly, Zhu Langjun sighed.

Obviously, under his rule, the common people had no similarities or differences with those of Manchu and Hongguang periods.

If you have to find out one thing, it is that the law and order are strict, and there are fewer petty thefts.

Suddenly, he seemed to have come to a dilapidated house, and there were a lot of machine guns next to his ears.

"This is?"

He couldn't help stepping forward, and through a little gap by the window, he saw racks of textile looms, and in front of the looms sat a number of women.

This made him feel novel.

It appears to be a workshop, a private textile mill.

In history textbooks, the so-called sprouts of capitalism may refer to these!

"My son, is there something wrong?"

At some point, a businessman in a Confucian shirt asked with a smile.

Zhu Yixi looked at his appearance that looked like a businessman but not a businessman, and couldn't help but said:

"Besides this member, all the female workers and looms here belong to your family?"

"Isn't the young master from the local area?"

When the businessman heard the Shaanxi-style Mandarin, he couldn't help but say, "In Nanjing, there are two or three hundred factories like mine, not to mention one thousand or eight hundred."

"Please come in—"

Knowing that he was not a local competitor, he breathed a sigh of relief and welcomed the scholar in. The businessman pointed to the hardworking female workers and said:

"There are only thirty or fifty looms in my family, but in Suzhou, there are hundreds of looms everywhere."

Hearing this, Zhu Yixi was surprised, and said in amazement: "Is it the same place as you? How big is that place?"

"Of course not."

The businessman shook his head and said, "They let the female workers weave at home, and then pick up the goods when the time comes, which is much better than me."

Zhu Yixi wanted to ask again, but the businessman didn't want to talk, so he could only change the subject.

Looking at the complex wooden machine, Zhu Yixi understood that it was the result of continuous improvement over hundreds of years from the Yuan Dynasty to the present. Although it is not the most advanced, it is the most suitable.

"Each loom is worth a lot of money!"

"Why, the young master also wants to get one?"

The businessman showed a smug smile and said, "Each loom is only 50 taels. The key is sales."

After copying his hands, he raised his head and chest, and walked slowly: "Let's say that my family weaves silk. There are brocade silk and thread silk from Suzhou, plain silk, flower silk, damask flower silk, and light silk from Jiaxing. Pu silk from Guangwangdian, cage silk and fake silk from Jianchang, water silk and spun silk from Huzhou..."

"Whether it is dye or pattern, each has its own characteristics."

"And my in-laws run a silk shop, and [-]% of the silk is ordered from my house, so I live a good life."

"If ordinary people have no connections, just having money is not enough."

Zhu Yixi was stunned.

To put it bluntly, although the market is large, the access is narrow and severely restricted. Without a grasp of the channels, if you want to make money presumptuously, you can only lose your money.

After thinking clearly, he turned his attention to the group of female workers.

Girls aged [-] or [-] abound, and the remaining [-] to [-] percent are women.

"Why are they mostly girls?"

"To save for the dowry!"

The businessman took it for granted: "Nanjing City University is not easy to live in. Even if you get married, you still need to marry more."

"So, many women come to me to work for two or three years, save some money for themselves, raise dowry, and naturally live happily in the future."

Unexpectedly, at this time, the South has developed to fight for dowry.

In this damn society, introversion is everywhere.

I am afraid that this is the only way to allow women to leave the house and work in the textile field.

Weaver girls like this can be considered skilled workers, making more money than simply farming.

"How much is the monthly money?"

"Two thousand dollars!"

(End of this chapter)