The literary giants of the late Ming Dynasty began by copying books

Zhuang Chunfu is in his forties this year. He has three sons with Li Zhi's daughter. He has also provided for Li Zhi's wife until her death. However, this time he has just returned from visiting Li Zhi in Tongzhou.

He said: "I read Mr. Jingguan's article on the way, and I was planning to make a fortune to sell silk in Quanzhou. I thought that instead of going elsewhere, I would go to Hengjin Alley. Although the profit would be less, I still have a heart. I don't want to give it up. I met the famous Mr. Jianyang."

After Wang Wenlong inquired carefully, he found out that Zhuang Chunfu's family was not rich, and he said it was a small business, but it was really small. He planned to buy a batch of Xiangfei yarn and then use a cart to drag it back to Quanzhou to sell in the market.

Wang Wenlong was even more moved when he heard this. Quanzhou was also a silk weaving center at this time, and there was no shortage of mid-range silk. However, Fuzhou was also called the Silk City, and high-end silk products were produced. This high-end silk could only be brought to Quanzhou from Fuzhou. Only by selling can you make a profit.

Zhuang Chunfu has seen that Xiangfei yarn is just a mid-range silk fabric. He probably thought that he would not make much money by buying Xiangfei yarn back to Quanzhou, but he still wanted to help.

Zhuang Chunfu said with a smile: "It doesn't matter even if the profit is less, it's all a matter of heart."

Wang Wenlong heard that he really wanted to help and couldn't help but be moved.

Apparently, Zhuang Chunfu had just returned to Fujian and didn't know that the Quanzhou taxi merchants were very positive in this war against the women's textile factory. Now Xiangfei yarn has become quite famous in Quanzhou. Hearing about the reputation, he went to Hengjinxiang to contact him. There are several Quanzhou businessmen who want to sell Xiangfei yarn as agents.

Wang Wenlong smiled and said: "I will organize some goods for Mr., and Mr. will advance the money back to Quanzhou to sell. If we can sell it, we will do business. If it is not easy to sell, I will also deliver the goods to Quanzhou, and Mr. will deliver the goods to Quanzhou. My seller handles it, is that possible?”

Zhuang Chunfu was quite surprised when he heard this, but then he waved his hands repeatedly: "This is not to take advantage of Mr. Jianyang. I am here to help, why do I need to do this."

Wang Wenlong smiled and said: "There is no need to refuse. Xiangfei's yarn is also going to be delivered to Quanzhou. Mr. Fengwen has purchased the goods and gone to Quanzhou. Even if it cannot be sold, he is still helping the women's yarn factory."

Wang Wenlong repeatedly asked Zhuang Chunfu before reluctantly agreeing.

Wang Wenlong planned to buy a cart of good cloth and send a steward to Quanzhou with Zhuang Chunfu.

As long as the sales situation is good enough, Wang Wenlong can propose to Hu and Youjia that Zhuang Chunfu be the agent for some Quanzhou products.

As a Quanzhou dealer of Xiangfei yarn, Zhuang Chunfu's family will probably become rich.

In the original history, Zhuang Chunfu would die of poverty and illness in a few years at only fifty years old. Perhaps his family conditions could be improved by selling silk at this time and space.

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The next day, Hu, who came to Fuzhou to check on the progress of the textile factory in the editorial office of Xundao, couldn't help but admire Wang Wenlong's various operations as described by her manager.

"Mr. Jianyang is not only good at writing articles, but he is also very capable in business." Hu said with admiration: "How come these methods of sir are really coming up!"

Deng Zhimo watched Wang Wenlong's entire hype process and said with admiration: "Jianyang's few articles in the "Xunbao" are what others can't learn even if they want to."

The female manager of the factory who came to explain the situation also said: "The machines invented by the boss are also easy to use. The cloth produced by our factory is of better quality than others and can be weaved faster. The sisters all say that the boss has magical powers."

Listening to everyone's praise, Wang Wenlong knew how much he weighed, and he quickly said: "As soon as this article came out, I was attacked by many parties. Fortunately, Mrs. Hu can always help, otherwise our factory would probably be ruined."

"I'm not lying. Mr. Jianyang did set up the factory out of public motives and saved many women in the factory. Even if I am not a shareholder of this factory, I will definitely help him."

Wang Wenlong said: "Even in this case, Madam can speak up and speak up, which also helps us a lot."

During this period, the attacks on women's textile factories were fierce. If Hu had not used her identity as a martyr woman to help Wang Wenlong's platform, the attack would not have been limited to the public opinion field, and there would have been big problems in the operation of the factory.

After Wang Wenlong finished speaking, he picked up an article on the desk and handed it to Deng Zhimo: "Brother Zhimo, do you think it would be appropriate to put this article as our advertisement in the next issue of "Xun Bao"?"

"Brother Jianyang wrote the advertisement himself?" Deng Zhimo found it quite novel. After hearing Wang Wenlong's operation, other people present were also curious about what kind of propaganda method he would come up with, and they all gathered around to look at what Wang Wenlong had written.

A few people saw Wang Wenlong writing a ballad on the manuscript paper:

The moonlight shines in all directions, shining all over the world. Fathers and mothers only wish to have a boy and not a girl. If they give birth to a girl, they will feel sick. The father is worried that his adopted daughter will not be repaid for his kindness, and the mother is worried that her adopted daughter will have no clothes to wear. Daddy, daddy, mother, mother! Why don’t you think about it? I like having chickens and dogs, but why do I have a daughter who is as poisonous as a wolf? I advise fathers and mothers, it is better to abandon a daughter by the roadside. The grace of saving her life is still there, even if she is extremely poor, it does not matter...

This is a folk song recorded by later generations in the Qing Dynasty that reflects the phenomenon of drowning girls. The lyrics are adapted from the popular folk song "Moonlight Light" in Fujian and Guangdong. People in southern Fujian and Chaoshan areas should be familiar with it.

"Alas..." Deng Zhimo couldn't help but sigh before he finished reading the lyrics.

Hu's eyes welled up with tears, and she shook her head and said: "The lyrics of this folk song have been changed like this. It is really sad and heartbreaking for those who listen to it."

Hundreds of years later, this song was still regarded as a typical representative of the phenomenon of female domination, precisely because it touched people's hearts.

The female factory manager nearby was a Hakka. After listening to others reading the lyrics, she reacted and said: "The lyrics seem to be adapted from the country tune "Moonlight", and the original song is different from it." Deng Zhimo was quite surprised when he heard this. , asked: "Can you please give me a try?"

The female steward nodded and sang Wang Wenlong's lyrics in Hakka. The original song "Moonlight" was a children's ditty, describing a midnight scene, with a cold charm. Coupled with the adapted lyrics, the vocabulary was more elegant. , that desolate feeling was intensified several times, making people feel sad.

Only halfway through the song, Hu shook her head and chanted: "This song is so sad, I feel pitiful when I listen to it."

Deng Zhimo on the side sighed and praised repeatedly: "Jianyang uses this song and music as propaganda. Both scholars and ordinary people will know what Jianyang means after listening to it."

Wang Wenlong said: "I plan to use this song "Moonlight" as a promotional song for the women's textile factory, and it will be followed by large characters admonishing women to indulge themselves."

Not only did he want to place an advertisement in the "Xunbao", he also planned to print "Moonlight" in large quantities to make packaging materials. In the future, all the fabrics sold from Xiangfeisha would be packaged in wrapping paper with the lyrics of "Moonlight" printed on it.

While everyone was sighing for this song, You Siyi also walked in from the outside. As soon as he entered the room, he said happily: "Our Xiangfei gauze is sold out, the supply exceeds the demand!"

You Siyi's excited words interrupted the original sad atmosphere in the room, and Mrs. Hu quickly asked: "What happened?"

"There are so many people in Hengjin Alley today. They are all coming to our store to buy Xiangfei yarn. I think we need to prepare to expand the store quickly."

Wang Wenlong was quite surprised: "Why did so many customers suddenly come today?"

You Siyi laughed, but Mrs. Hu on the side reacted immediately, looked at You Siyi and said, "It's probably Jingzhai's nephew who helped."

You Siyi said with a smile: "I just told people in the church that our factory is a place for doing good deeds. How did you know that my brother was so helpful? As soon as word spread among believers, our Xiangfei yarn would be completely sold out." Out of stock.”

Wang Wenlong was confused and asked: "What religion? What believers?"

You Siyi smiled at Wang Wenlong and said, "I haven't explained to Jianyang before that my brother's name is You Sizhong, and my family is from the Xia sect."

Wang Wenlong was stunned for a moment, and then realized in an instant that Xia Sect, also known as Trinity Sect, was a new religion that emerged in Putian, Fujian during the Jiajing and Wanli years. It was mainly popular among intellectuals.

The influence of the Trinity Church in Fujian was very profound. Until Wang Wenlong traveled back through time, there were still hundreds of thousands of believers in the Putian area, with believers all over the south and Southeast Asia.

Lin Zhaoen, the leader of the Trinity Church, was originally a Confucian student. After he founded the religion, he paid great attention to social ethics. During his lifetime, Lin Zhaoen also led his disciples to participate in the fight against Japanese pirates in Putian. He provided medicine and medicine to the common people, collected corpses and donated coffins to poor families, and rescued women. The matter was also in line with their teachings, so as soon as You Siyi told his brother You Sizhong, You Sizhong immediately mobilized the believers in Fuzhou to buy Xiangfei yarn, and took the opportunity to advocate saving girls and avoiding drowning of infants.

You Siyi's brother You Sizhong is also a big shot. He is a direct disciple of Lin Zhaoen, the founder of the religion. A few years ago, he and his senior brother Zhang Hongdu went to the south of the Yangtze River to preach on Lin Zhaoen's order. They were the backbone of the religion. His senior brother Zhang Hongdu later served as the head priest, and because of his great contribution, he became one of the four gods of the Trinity Temple in later generations.

The Trinity Church has great influence in Fuzhou. With their help, Xiangfei yarn sold out instantly.

……

Wang Wenlong led people to the store and saw that the store was already crowded with customers.

The saleswoman was busy working at the counter and was sweating. From time to time, people came to inquire about prices but she couldn't reply.

The newly selected female store manager said loudly to everyone: "Everyone come one by one, don't worry, our store has clear prices and the prices are marked on the counter. We are innocent and we have no right to discount... In fact, it has already been compared. Stores outside are cheaper, thank you for your support."

But the guests didn't care about this. An old man pointed at a piece of cloth and still couldn't see the price below and asked, "How much does this kind of cloth cost per foot?"

"Twenty cents per foot..."

The clerk also had to struggle to reply, and more people simply gathered around the store manager and asked:

"Is there any new cotton?"

"I want to see this silk."

“Do you sell ready-made clothes?”

While the store was in chaos, another group of scholars rushed into the store. The leader was a man with oily hair and a powdery face. He held a portrait of a female textile worker published in the "Xunbao" and asked: "Are these the cloths produced by the women's textile factory?"

(End of this chapter)