Daming: I asked you to supervise the country, Daming is all crazy?

Chapter 72 The God of War returns, with one order, 2 people start knitting sweaters! ! !

Back at the Prince's Mansion, Zhu Zhanji sat on a soft couch in a daze.

He was thinking about something, about yarn.

He always felt that there was something in it that he hadn't thought of.

Zhu Gaochi sat next to him and talked to him for a long time, but he didn't listen to a few words.

Instead, they stared unblinkingly at Zhang Shi and Hu Shanxiang who had unlocked new skills and were playing mahjong and knitting on the other side.

When Zhu Zhanji came back, he handed over the method of knitting sweaters to the two of them, which is easy to learn.

It is good to keep slipknots with a stick, it is easy to get started, and it is not difficult to do it.

Zhang and Hu Shanxiang immediately fell in love with this kind of thing as soon as they learned it.

After all, women in this era are basically female celebrities, although with Zhang's current status, she doesn't need to do anything by herself.

But this craft has not been lost. The two people's knitting techniques were a bit jerky at the beginning, but now they have become so proficient that they can do two things at once.

"son!"

"son!"

Seeing Zhu Zhanji sitting there staring at Zhang and Hu Shanxiang knitting sweaters, Zhu Gaochi pushed Zhu Zhanji with his chubby hand and said, "What are you looking at? Here I am." I've seen you staring at your mother and that girl Hu Shanxiang for a long time."

Zhu Zhanji: "It's nothing, I just thought of one thing, and felt that I didn't do it well enough, and I was a little distracted."

Zhu Gaochi nodded when he heard the words, and said: "The matter of supervising the country is of great importance. If you reflect on what you have done, even if you can't change it, you can avoid making mistakes again when you meet again next time. This is very good."

Zhu Zhanji: "..."

"Yes, yes, dad, what you said is right!"

"Son, what are you talking about with your father? Come here and see if the sweater my mother knitted is right!"

Well, this is not called watching mahjong, it's time to watch sweaters.

Zhu Zhanji heard the words and walked over, and then saw something in Mrs. Zhang's hand that could be roughly seen as a sleeve.

Unlike the sweaters of later generations, Zhang is still very good at integrating sweaters into this era.

The cuff opening of this sweater is relatively large, similar to some robes, not the tighter sweater Zhu Zhanji imagined.

Not to mention it looks pretty good this way.

Zhu Zhanji estimated that what his mother made should be for his stupid father.

Just this size, most people can't fit it.

So she nodded and said, "Mother, good-looking is good-looking, but the color is not very good. I'll ask someone to get some dyed wool for you tomorrow, and you can knit some patterns on it."

Zhang's eyes lit up, and he nodded immediately when he heard the words: "Son is right, I think so too, let's just go with the red one, it looks happy, hurry up and get me some more red wool tomorrow."

Zhu Zhanji nodded in agreement.

It doesn't matter what is red or not, the important thing is that my wife is happy.

Tomorrow, someone will send a message, and let Zhou Chen find a way to dye the wool.

In the future, there will be more tricks to sell and more audiences.

After he finished talking to Mrs. Zhang, Hu Shanxiang suddenly came over timidly on the other side, and then handed something to Zhu Zhanji with both hands, and said with a bit of shyness: "Grandson, this is the concubine just now. Weaving, take a look."

"not bad."

Zhu Zhanji took what Hu Shanxiang handed over, without looking at it, he smiled and praised first.

To be honest, this little daughter-in-law is very well-behaved, she is not clingy, she is very obedient,

In addition, she is beautiful and good-looking, with a good figure and a pair of long legs, which makes people love it even more.

Every time Zhu Zhanji gets along with her in private, he feels very happy.

So I am happy to praise this little daughter-in-law more.

Hu Shanxiang immediately smiled sweetly when she heard the words, she felt that the most correct choice she made in her life was to boldly express her heart to His Royal Highness the grandson that day.

This period of time can be said to be the happiest time since she was a child.

Zhu Zhanji also picked up the things Hu Shanxiang woven at this time, only to find that what Hu Shanxiang woven was actually a pair of gloves.

The thing about gloves actually appeared long ago. It was recorded in the "Homer's Epic" in the sixth century BC.

At that time, the function of gloves was similar to that of chopsticks. The people of Guhina, like Asanguo and Petroleum, used their hands to eat.

However, this thing has not been introduced to China, mainly because this thing has no use for it.

Gloves are made of silk or leather, which belong to the kind of things that the poor can't afford and the rich can't look down on.

When it was really introduced to China, it was in the period of the Republic of China, and then it became popular.

These gloves are undoubtedly much simpler than clothes and so on. Mrs. Zhang only knits a sleeve here.

Hu Shanxiang has already made a pair.

Put gloves on your hands.

Not to mention, the wool wool gloves are quite warm to wear. After moving his fingers, Zhu Zhanji found that the gloves are also very flexible.

Moreover, the wool is very soft, so the gloves do not look heavy, and the thin layer is quite comfortable.

"Okay, how did you come up with the idea of ​​weaving this?"

Zhu Zhanji glanced at Hu Shanxiang in surprise, and felt that his little daughter-in-law had a good brain.

He didn't teach them how to knit woolen gloves just now, and he didn't even say anything about neck scarves.

I just briefly talked about the method of knitting a sweater,

What I originally thought was to adapt the wool to the times, like Zhang, weaving it into clothes that belonged to this era.

I didn't expect that my little daughter-in-law could draw inferences from one example.

Hu Shanxiang saw that Zhu Zhanji seemed to like the things he wove, and immediately smiled sweetly again on his face, and said: "The concubine sees that every time the grandson comes back from outside, he will put his hands in his clothes. His Highness must have been frozen in the sleeves, so that's why he came up with this idea."

"Well, yes, this thing is called a glove, this glove is very good, I like it very much!"

Zhu Zhanji nodded in satisfaction.

At this time, Zhu Gaochi also came over, looking at the wool gloves in his son's hand, and at the sweater with only one sleeve in Zhang's hand, he was a little envious of his son.

He coughed lightly, looked at Mrs. Zhang tentatively and said, "Let's see, why don't you knit me a woolen glove too?"

As if he was afraid of Mrs. Zhang's objection, he immediately added: "Look, I have to practice sword every morning. It's freezing cold, and the sword is also icy. If I have such a pair of gloves, I don't think so. Can't you hold the sword better, and ah, this is much easier than knitting a sweater, Aifei, don't you think?"

Mrs. Zhang rolled her eyes when she heard the words, and was about to say something when Zhu Zhanji, who was on the side, heard what his silly father said, but suddenly his eyes lit up.

Then he looked at his silly father and said, "Father, I suddenly thought of something. You said that if we make hundreds of thousands of pairs of gloves, how about sending them to the soldiers on the front line of the Northern Expedition?"

As Zhu Zhanji said, he felt that this method was more and more reliable, so he smiled and said: "It's cold in the north, and it's nine times cold. Even if the soldiers don't fight in winter, they need to patrol, stand guard, etc. If they have gloves, even if they don't It's still cold, but holding a weapon is no problem."

"And also, we can make some wool socks and all that."

Zhu Zhanji felt as if his five meridians and six channels had been opened up suddenly, and his thinking was like a spring.

Why do I buy wool, isn't it to sanction the grassland in the future?

But if you use the wool purchased from the grassland to make gloves, socks and other things to keep out the cold, and then turn around and go to the grassland.

It's not too comfortable to use things from the grassland to hit the grassland, okay?

At that time, Wala in the winter will be so cold that he can't even hold a weapon.

Daming's army had a pair of gloves in their hands, and they slapped their faces with a splash.

Zhu Zhanji felt that if Mahamu knew that the wool purchased by Daming was used here, his mentality would definitely collapse.

"Son, I'm afraid it won't be that easy!"

Zhu Gaochi was not as optimistic as Zhu Zhanji. He thought for a while and said, "Although these gloves are simple to make, they don't take much time, but the production of gloves for tens of thousands of people is not something that can be completed in a short time."

As Zhu Gaochi said, he glanced at Mrs. Zhang and Hu Shanxiang beside him, and said, "Now the imperial court has spent a lot of manpower and material resources in the Northern Expedition. If gloves are added, when hundreds of thousands of pairs of gloves are finished, the time will be lost." Is it next year?"

Zhu Gaochi's worries were not unreasonable.

The function of gloves is nothing more than allowing soldiers to take up weapons and fight in winter without frostbiting their hands.

But if the weather is warmer after winter, the glove will mean little, unless of course the battle will last until next winter.

However, Zhu Gaochi felt that this battle could not last that long.

Firstly, he felt that Daming's finances would not be able to support it, and secondly, with Daming's combat power, it is estimated that most of the grassland could be defeated in such a long time.

Zhu Zhanji heard what his stupid father said, but he didn't care at all. He can mention this matter, so he naturally thought of a solution.

It is true that Daming has spent a lot of manpower and material resources on the Northern Expedition, but is Daming short of people now?
I'm afraid that what Da Ming has the most now is manpower, right?

Thinking of this, he smiled and said: "Father, don't worry, I have a solution for this matter, isn't it just hundreds of thousands of pairs of gloves, I am sure I can fix them all within ten days."

"Ten days?"

Zhu Gaochi was startled by his son at this time, and said with disbelief: "Son, don't fool your father about this matter. I'm not good at arithmetic, but this account is still clear."

As he was talking, Zhu Gaochi broke his chubby hands, and then he counted them one by one and said: "The number of people your grandfather set off this time, and the troops gathered in various places are no less than 50. Some of the civilian husbands who have been conscripted, and there are also two hundred thousand soldiers."

"With so many people, one pair of gloves per person is 20 pairs. In ten days, that's 2000 pairs a day. Just now I saw the time when Shanxiang was weaving gloves. Even if one person doesn't eat or drink, that's the most in a day." Ten pairs of gloves, that is to say, you need at least [-] people to weave for you for ten days without eating or drinking, where did you get so many people?"

"Isn't it just 2000 people, how much did I think it would be?"

Zhu Zhanji pursed his lips when he heard the words, then deliberately raised his chin, and said with a little pride: "There are only so few people. I worry about you, let alone 2000 people. Believe it or not, now I give an order, it will count as 2 people." Thousands of people can immediately find out and knit gloves for me."

"Don't mess around, kid."

When Zhu Gaochi heard this, he thought that Zhu Zhanji was going to forcibly recruit civilian husbands or something, so he was taken aback immediately, and quickly said: "Now we have been fighting for years, and the people's life is not easy. Your grandfather has recruited so many people for this war. Dominfu, you can't mess around anymore."

"Am I that kind of person?"

Zhu Zhanji curled his lips, and then said: "I'm talking about asking them to help me voluntarily, do you believe it?"

"Volunteer?"

Hearing that it was voluntary, Zhu Gaochi heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time looked at Zhu Zhanji curiously: "How is it voluntary?"

"Hey, guess what!"

Zhu Zhanji chuckled, seeing the curious little eyes of his silly father, he found it funny, made a joke, and ran out before Zhu Gaochi could react, and then a voice came from afar:

"Father, mother, I have something to do, I'm leaving first!"

After the words fell, people had already left the gate.

Only Zhu Gaochi was left with a gloomy face, looking at Zhu Zhanji's back, then at Mrs. Zhang, and said in a muffled voice: "Look at your good son, is this the way to talk to his father?"

"Pfft!"

Seeing her husband's resentful eyes, Mrs. Zhang couldn't hold back, laughed out loud, and said:
"Don't look at me, you taught my son, I, a woman, can't guess what you two are doing."

"I taught? Didn't you teach?"

Zhu Gaochi was even more depressed when he heard Zhang's words, so he muttered.

Mrs. Zhang blinked when she heard the words, then looked at Zhu Gaochi and suddenly said two words: "Guess!"

Zhu Gaochi: "..."

I do not guess you guess guess?

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