How much is Chapter 190 worth?

   Working for the head of the clan is also doing, and working for the Han people is also doing. Ordinary Di people think that this is not much different.

   Isn’t it all to fill the stomach anyway?

  Of course, seeing their own people die at the hands of the Han people, those Di people would be wrong to say that they don’t feel the sadness of the death of a rabbit or a fox.

It’s just that every time I see the gleaming weapons of the Han people, and when I can eat my full meal on time every day, I can’t help being left behind. The longer the time passes, the less I can remember how many people died in the clan. No one dies for a year?

  Just like Mu Wuzhe, if he is asked to go back to the mountains to herd sheep at this time, he will also hesitate. Apart from not being able to punish those sheep slaves at will, and not being superior, what is not better than herding sheep in the mountains?

  If he was an ambitious person, he would naturally not have such hesitation, but how could an ambitious person vote for the Han Chinese with his entire clan?

  So what about being a boss? A small tribe like his might be annexed one day. Don't say that you might become a sheep slave. I'm afraid you won't even be able to save your life. Why bother?

  Besides, even if you are attached to the Han people, it is not that you have no chance to rise. Today, Mei Sizi is very likely to be the first person to rise.

  So Mu Wuzhe was also crowded in the crowd at this time, looking at the eleven ethnic women in the field, he wanted to see if the Han people would keep their promise.

  Although the technical content of weaving is higher than that of spinning, the speed of weaving is faster than that of spinning.

  Mei Sizi was the first to complete the operation. After all, there are not too many wool threads for experiments.

  After the initial nervousness, she has already entered the state. She is very skillful in wiring and knotting in her hands. Seeing that the thread is about to run out, she wants to pick up another spindle, only to find that it is gone.

  Then the loom stopped slowly, and Mei Sizi picked up the cloth on the loom, got up and walked to Feng Yong, bent down and said, "My lord, the weaving has been finished."

   "Brother, why did she call you an adult? When did you have such a daughter?"

  Zhao Guangzheng was standing next to Feng Yong, and when he heard Mei Sizi call him that, he cried out in surprise.

   "Get lost!" Feng Yong angrily kicked Zhao Guang away.

  How much Chinese can Hu people recognize?

  In their cognition, adult means the biggest person.

  Even the patriarch can only be called master, how dare they compete with Fang Chang for the title of master?

  So I had to take a step back and called Feng Yong to be my lord, which meant that there was nothing wrong with the biggest person in their eyes.

   Besides, Feng Yong controls the life and death of all of them, and he is their father, so there is nothing wrong with him.

   "Show me," Feng Yong stretched out his hand to take the cloth that Mei Sizi handed over. Although it was only more than one foot long, it was heavier than expected because it was very thick.

  Feng Yong lowered his head and observed very carefully. Although the wiring density is not as uniform as that of later generations, it can barely be seen. The key is that the wool should be as thick as possible according to Feng Yong's request, so the holes should be a little bigger.

   "That is, barely usable."

  Feng Yong sighed. It is not as beautiful as the later generations. The only thing worthy of praise is its thickness. If it is made into clothes, it must be able to keep warm.

  Compared to the white-yellow cloth weaved for the first time, it actually looks a lot better this time, at least it won’t be that yellowish-looking.

  But Feng Yong is used to the colorful and finely crafted clothes of later generations, how could he be interested in such elementary fabrics as today?

   "Brother, this cloth looks much thicker than before!"

   Li Yi came up, stretched out his hand to touch it, and said pleasantly.

   "The color is also a lot whiter."

  Wang Xun also surrounded him, his eyes sparkling, "Good stuff!"

   "Well, of course it's a lot thicker. I specially asked them to spin the thread thicker. In this way, it will be much warmer when you wear it in winter."

  Feng Yong casually threw the cloth to Li Yi, letting them see for themselves, and at the same time explained why the cloth was thicker than the ones woven before.

  In fact, there is another reason for this, that is, the improved pedal loom has much stronger power and can bear the strength of weaving thick cloth.

  No way, this kind of cloth is currently estimated to be the only cheap and warm thing, and there is no need to worry about raw materials.

  Thieves Cao can control the Hu people in the territory, can they control the Hu people outside?

  Even if they later discovered the purpose of the big man buying wool, Feng Yong's ranch is probably almost done, so there is no need to worry about raw materials.

   "Tell me, how much can you sell for such a horse? Five hundred dollars is okay?"

  Feng Yong asked.

   "Five hundred dollars?"

   Zhao Guang, who had been kicked away, squeezed over again, touching and admiring the thickened cloth. Hearing this sentence, he exclaimed: "How can it be sold at such a price?"

  Looking at Li Yi and Wang Xun's expressions of agreement with Zhao Guang's statement, Feng Yong, who doesn't know much about the current market situation, felt a little embarrassed and scratched his head, "Then what do you say?"

   It is true, the wool is woven into cloth, in addition to the extremely low wool purchase fee, it is also to give the weavers some food, not including the labor cost, and it is probably a bit expensive to sell for 500 yuan.

   "At least one thousand and five hundred yuan, and five plants. If you exchange grain and grain, it can be cheaper, but at least you have to exchange a stone for a horse."

  Li Yi, who was originally a son of a family, was most familiar with this, so he immediately turned his mind around and quoted the price as soon as he opened his mouth.

   Damn it!

  Feng Tubie's eyes widened all of a sudden: "How much? Why is it so expensive?"

  He originally thought that the price he offered was already high enough, but he never thought that these friends would be even more ruthless than himself, directly asking for three times the price.

   "It's not expensive, brother!"

Li Yi handed the cloth in his hand to Zhao Guang, leaned over and said in a low voice, "Only my elder brother can make this cloth in the world, and it's a warm thing in winter, it doesn't look much worse than that fur coat. "

"Brother think about it, a piece of fur coat costs tens of thousands of dollars, that's not to say. Don't say it's a family with some fields, even the wealthy family in Jincheng. How many people in the family can wear fur coats?" ?”

   "This cloth is different. It can keep warm and can be worn by those rich families. The price is just right, just right!"

  You are so right, I am speechless.

  Feng Yong looked at Li Yi speechlessly, whose eyes were shining with excitement, thinking that this kid must have thought about this for a long time, otherwise he wouldn't have said these words with a single mouth.

  Actually, this cloth is much worse than the fur coat, okay? It's just that in this era, there are very few warm clothes in winter, so wool cloth that can be mass-produced is extremely valuable.

Feng Yong rubbed his chin, he didn't know what he was thinking in his eyes, and said in his mouth: "Then Wenxuan, if you exchange such a thick piece of cloth with the barbarians, how many cattle and sheep can you exchange? Listen It is said that the barbarian's side is very cold in winter."

  When Li Yi heard this, the excitement in his eyes became even brighter, and his voice trembled: "It's hard to say, but if one piece of cloth can't exchange for five sheep, or one strong cow, then it's a loss."

  (end of this chapter)