The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

"I know you are kind-hearted and can't see others suffer, but they are not my dry people. There is no way to distribute the military food prepared for the officers and soldiers."

Seeing Xiao Jiu, Lin Yuan, Liao Peng, and even the most direct tempered supervisor Liu Gong looking at the sky and the earth, Guli had no choice but to speak and be the villain.

"You don't have to give them grain."

Jiang qianxia thought of a way to deal with it when she made a voice to keep people. If she wasn't sure, she wouldn't take the mess at all.

Pointing to the cattle and sheep left behind, Jiang qianxia said with a smile: "these are captured by the army and need to be turned over to the imperial court. I don't care, but during the Spring Festival, can you always sell me cow and sheep milk and wool?"

Several people look at each other face to face. They don't eat cow and sheep milk and keep it for sale. The soldiers below should be happy, but what's the useless thing like wool coming for? It's not the whole peeling system.

"Don't you know that wool can be spun into wool and made into clothes?"

Jiang qianxia asked casually and said impatiently, "is it OK to sell these things to me anyway? I don't have the money for the time being. I owe it first. I'll let Wanbao Pavilion give it on the way back to Beijing."

"Since the girl is not allowed to prepare the army's grain, I have no problem here."

Liu Gong was the first to make a statement, and the others had nothing to say.

After confirming that these old and weak herdsmen belonged to Jiang qianxia, she immediately sent He Bin straight to the south, asked him to take the wanbaoge brand and find a branch at random, asked wanbaoge to help raise some grain and transport it, and asked wanbaoge to bring two of the textile workers and skilled carpenters in the store, so that there was a big deal.

The attraction of big business to wanbaoge is extremely strong, especially the big business in Jiang qianxia's mouth.

Under the command of Jiang qianxia, the herdsmen built an ice house for themselves and let them kneel down one by one to thank the God for his gift.

They thought there was a warm place to live, so they had to start working. Unexpectedly, they accepted their master and only let them milk and make cheese every day, which was finally filled into their stomachs.

No one has ever been so kind to them. Although this fairy like master often dislikes them as dirty and smelly, he is furious every time he sees them and asks them to take a bath, but he can barely fill his stomach and have a warm residence in the snow disaster, which many warriors don't have.

After a few happy days of doing nothing, the herdsmen began to panic.

An old man who could speak Daqian Mandarin was elected to negotiate with Jiang qianxia. Jiang qianxia saw the old man with white beard kneeling outside the ice house. He thought that the herdsmen were not satisfied with the day when they can only eat once a day. As soon as he was ready to comfort, he heard the old man knock his head on the snow.

"Kind Master, please order us to take care of the cattle and sheep!"

Jiang qianxia was a little confused and said strangely, "aren't those cattle and sheep taken care of by soldiers?"

The old man looked disdainful and didn't mean to save face for the soldiers. He demoted the soldiers who took care of cattle and sheep to the ground and wanted to step on them.

The onlookers' soldiers were angry and their heads were smoking. If it weren't for Jiang qianxia's face, they would have smoked the old man in the morning.

Although Jiang qianxia was embarrassed, he had to admit that compared with herdsmen who took cattle and sheep as their life root, soldiers who were better at cutting people with knives were really not the material to take care of cattle and sheep.

"You can't help being dissatisfied. Those cattle and sheep are not mine. You have no right to take care of them."

With a sad face, the old man sang a pastoral song of loving cattle and sheep, and then begged: "although we can't take care of cattle and sheep, but kind Master, please order us to do things. The industrious herdsmen can't do nothing, otherwise sooner or later, the cattle and sheep will be eaten up, and the herdsmen can only die in wandering."

Is this turning a corner and calling yourself a black sheep?

Jiang qianxia scratched his head, which was funny.

"Don't worry, you won't be free for a few days. If you really want to find something to do, go and cut off the wool and put it away. The innermost layer of fine wool should be carefully separated and opened separately. Don't waste it at all."

There is something to do. The old head went back to report the good news with his head held high like a victorious general.

Listening to the happy cheers of the herdsmen, Jiang qianxia couldn't help feeling that he really found a group of good coolies.

On the 13th day after he bin left, the vast caravan brought a lot of grain. Although most of them were yellow old grain, Jiang qianxia didn't mind, and the herdsmen were grateful.

To Jiang qianxia's surprise, the one who came with the grain team was the big shopkeeper of wanbaoge, master Qian Weng!

"Old man, why did you come here in person? It's freezing. It's a long journey for you. Other managers of Wanbao Pavilion can really do it!"

Jiang qianxia kept complaining, helped Qian Weng out of the carriage, and quickly welcomed him into the newly built ice house.

Qian Weng first looked at the ice house curiously, and then said happily, "thank you for your concern, Miss Jiang. I don't have to take credit with young people. It's really that you say that if there is a big deal, it must be a big deal. Wanbao Pavilion doesn't dare to neglect, so I have to let this old man come."

He smiled and shook his head. Jiang qianxia brought a cup of brown sugar ginger tea to Qian Weng, and then said with a smile, "it's ok if you're in town. I don't know if the carpenters and textiles have come?"

"I'm here. It's just because I have to transfer people that I'm delayed for two more days."

After putting down the tea bowl, Qian Weng said in a resolute manner, "what does Miss Jiang want carpenters and weavers to do? Is the big deal related to fabrics?"

Without a positive answer, Jiang qianxia handed the drawing of the wool textile machine to Qian Weng, and then said reluctantly, "we Daqian people only wear cotton, linen and silk clothes. We think the wool clothes have a strange smell, which is wrong..."

"Oh? Why not?" Qian Weng frowned and asked.

"How to say, the reason why most of today's wool fabrics can only be used as rough things such as carpets and blankets is that the wool is not screened well."

Think about future generations, pure wool sweaters are very expensive. If cashmere sweaters are expensive, the price is distressing. However, the rough grassland talents can mix wool, hard wool, fine wool or cashmere, which simply can not reflect the superior warmth preservation and comfort performance of wool.

Most of the goats left in the army are goats. Jiang qianxia has collected some cashmere with the herdsmen these days, washed it, and held it in his hand. It is soft and slippery.

Handed it to Qian Weng, Jiang qianxia said with a smile: "the cashmere produced by five sheep per year is enough to weave a lining. This material is extremely precious and warmer than cotton. It is comfortable and won't make you feel uncomfortable."

Careful kneading for a moment cashmere, Qian Weng a little lost way: "things are good, but compared with the glaze and perfume, there is still a certain gap."

Seeing Qian Weng's melancholy, Jiang qianxia said with a headache: "cashmere is for dignitaries and dignitaries. No matter how expensive it is, it can't make much money. Most of it is still sold to wool clothes worn by civilians."

"The goat's wool is too hard. I harvested some in shallow summer to find something to do for the herdsmen. It's a good wool material to comb out and make a yanghao pen for Master Liu Gong."

"The big deal that Qian Xia said is to find herdsmen on the grassland to buy sheep wool next year."

Cotton wool is soft. After acidification and high-temperature pressing, it will become warm and comfortable when mixed with cotton or silk thread.

Clothes made of such materials are much more comfortable than cotton and linen clothes that are cold and hard in winter, and the market is even broader.

"This is an industry that can be inherited as long as salt and iron. It is the most secure to accommodate some retired elders and worthless young people in the chamber of Commerce."

Seeing Qian Weng's face moved, Jiang qianxia mysteriously approached and whispered, "the most important thing is that this is an industry that can be tied with mulberry and hemp. Now the queen has to raise silkworms and weave cloth every year. Maybe she will have to spin wool herself in the future."