The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Cheng Ping handed the package to Zhao Zhengyang's case table and opened the wrapping cloth.

Revealing the undyed white folded winter clothes...

"Well, isn't this white folded cloth?" As expected of a big merchant who has been engaged in ready-made clothing for many years, Zhao Zhengyang only glanced at the material to determine the material.

Cheng Ping nodded and explained.

"This is the white folded cloth, and it is filled with cotton to keep it warm and prevent the severe cold."

Zhao Zhengyang stretched out his hand, feeling the softness of the cotton cloth, and the warmth of the filling, his eyes lit up.

The feel and comfort of the winter clothes made of this white folded cloth filled with cotton is really much better than the linen filled with reed flowers.

"Such a set of winter clothes is all made of cotton. Wouldn't it be necessary to have a combination of resources?"

"Liangguan..." Cheng Yaojin couldn't help being happy when he heard this. He knew from his son's personal letter.

The cost price of such a cotton-padded jacket would not exceed eighty liters. I thought of the machinery that Saburo had worked out.

When the price of the white folded cloth fell directly below the linen cloth, Cheng Yaojin felt extremely happy. He deserved to be the third child, and his mind was as flexible as the old man.

Zhao Zhengyang, Zhao Xian and his son looked at General Cheng with dumbfounded expressions, and didn't quite understand why he was laughing.

At this moment, the housekeeper Cheng Fu walked quickly and murmured in Cheng Yaojin's ear.

Cheng Yaojin raised his eyebrows and stood up.

"Okay, the old man still has important things, Cheng Ping, take the old Zhao and his son down and say it well."

Cheng Ping hurriedly bowed to Cheng Yaojin respectfully. "Master, rest assured, the villain will do it all."

Father and son Zhao Zhengyang held the winter clothes like this, leaving the front hall with Cheng Ping with a clouded head.

When I came out, I saw a tall and burly figure about to walk.

Then I heard the loud and cheerful voice of General Cheng. "Second Brother Qin, you can count it, sit in the house quickly..."

The person who can be called Qin's second brother by General Cheng is afraid that there will be no other people besides that Yi Guogong.

Cheng Ping led Zhao Zhengyang and his son to a room and sat down.

Cheng Ping said bluntly. "You are also one of the shareholders of Hantang Commercial Bank. In that case, you don't have to hide this matter from your father and son."

"The third son of my family has mastered the techniques of planting cotton and spinning cotton into threads, winter clothes made of white folded cloth."

"It was designed and produced by the San Gongzi in the Jiucheng Palace. Weaving white folded cloth is no different from weaving linen. A skilled weaver can get one and a half horses a day.

And cotton spinning can get three catties a day, and a piece of cloth requires three people to spin a day..."

Facing Cheng Ping, Zhao Zhengyang's mental pressure was much less. Hearing this, he should ask the most important question.

"Dare to ask brother Cheng Ping, I wonder if the handling of cotton is cumbersome?"

The corner of Cheng Ping's mouth raised a pleasant arc, and he shook his head slowly.

"You don't need to worry about this problem. My son has already invented a machine called a gin.

One person and one machine can handle thirty to fifty catties of cotton. "

Hearing this, Zhao Zhengyang, instead of being shocked, just brushed his beard and head for granted.

"It's the third son of Cheng. If it's someone else, Zhao may not believe it, but if it's the third son, then it's okay."

When Cheng Ping saw the expressions of the father and son, he happily explained to them in detail that there are hundreds of thousands of catties of cotton stored in the warehouse of the old Cheng's house.

Nowadays, a large amount of seed cotton becomes clean and white cotton every day.

At the beginning of next summer, Han and Tang Commercial Banks must provide the court with 50,000 sets of cotton clothes and cotton gloves.

After listening to Cheng Ping's detailed explanation, Zhao Zhengyang and his son, who were already well-informed, naturally did not refuse.

"There is no problem at all, our old Zhao family, anyhow, for several generations in Chang'an, we started as cloth weaving."

"In Chang'an, although there are not many manpower, three to five hundred weavers and tailors can still be obtained."

"As long as the cotton can be supplied in a timely manner, it does not mean that at the beginning of the summer, at the end of this year, we will be able to hand over 50,000 sets of winter clothes."

Seeing this confident Zhao Zhengyang, the corners of Cheng Ping's mouth raised weirdly.

"Then if it is 200,000 sets, how long will it take you?"

"Two hundred thousand sets?" Zhao Zhengyang's expression couldn't help but change. "Two hundred thousand sets of winter clothes like this will probably last for at least half a year."

"Mr. Zhao, you are also a shareholder of Hantang Commercial Bank, and there is another news that Cheng has to tell you the branch first."

"Maybe next year, Hantang Commercial Bank, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com will acquire 500,000 mu of wasteland in Liangzhou for cotton cultivation."

"!!!"

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Zhao Zhengyang and his son, when they left Lu Guo Gong's mansion, the father and son felt that they were all floating.

The white stack of cloth, being so taunted by Cheng Saburo, turned out to be so good and cheap, and the emperor of Datang actually wanted to give Hantang Commercial Bank 500,000 acres of wasteland to grow cotton.

Five hundred thousand acres, and it was given away for nothing, but only two hundred thousand sets of winter clothes were paid.

"The third son of Cheng is an extraordinary and vulgar man. This skill, the old man really opened his eyes..."

Just as Zhao Zhengyang was sighing and sighing, Zhao Xian suddenly thought of a big event, and poked his father in a low voice.

"Father, we just ordered a thousand pieces of white folded cloth with Hu Shang before, look..."

Zhao Zhengyang reacted immediately and slapped his thigh with a slap.

"Oh, if you don't remind me, the old man almost forgot, it failed, so hurry to the West Market, and the old man personally went to talk to the nonsense businessman, let's not want the white cloth."

"Father, we have already paid a hundred deposits..."

"Are you stupid? The husman gave us a piece of white cloth, and he always kept five. If he got all of them back.

When the white folded cloth from San Gongzi hits the market, what price do you think it will be? "

The father and son urged the carriage to rush towards the West Market.

Qin Qiong looked at Cheng Yaojin in shock.

"Second Brother Qin, don't worry, brother, can I still use such a big thing as a joke to tease you?"

Qin Qiong raised his hand to caress the long beard, and shook his head for a long time. "Your Saburo, why can't you be stable for a while."

"How long has this pepper plantation matter passed?"

Cheng Yaojin was directly unhappy, and raised his eyes.