"Old woman, when I went to the street today, I heard that wool can be sold for money!"
In an ordinary farmhouse in Xianyang City, an old man with gray hair and beard just came back from the market. He ran into the house with a happy face and said happily.
"What? Wool? Haha, old man, are you crazy about money? How can wool be sold for money?"
When the old woman who was mending her clothes with a needle heard this, she didn't take it seriously at all and continued her work.
"Really, it's true. I asked someone specifically, and they said this was the latest content in today's newspaper, saying that the young master purchased wool at a price of five cents per catty!"
Seeing that he didn't believe it, the old man stamped his feet anxiously.
"The young master accepts it? That's even more impossible. Why do the paper mills and wine shops opened by the young master accept the wool from Xianduoduo?"
The old woman didn't believe it even more and shook her head with a smile.
"Ouch! Why don't you believe it? After I sold all the eggs at the market, I specifically asked the gentleman at the stall next to me. There was indeed this article in the newspaper. In addition to collecting wool, we also recruited people who could weave. The salaries offered to female workers are quite high!”
"Recruiting female workers who can weave? Is it possible that wool can be spun into cloth? It shouldn't be right? That thing is so cute, even if it can be made into cloth, who would want it?"
The old woman was slightly convinced.
"Don't worry about it. Wool is five cents per catty. Our more than 20 sheep can be sold for more than four hundred cents, which is enough for us to spend two months!"
Thinking of this, the old man's eyes lit up.
The children have all gotten married and established businesses, and the old couple are the only ones left in these two small thatched houses.
I definitely don’t have the stamina for farming, and I usually just raise some poultry and livestock in exchange for some money!
If the wool could really be sold for money, it would solve a lot of problems for their family!
"Okay! Since you can sell it for money, go ahead and cut it quickly. Don't wait until it's too late to stop harvesting!"
After hearing the purchase price, the old woman put down her sewing and hurriedly put on her shoes.
Even if this incident is false, what they have lost is just some effort, not a loss!
Once it is true, it can bring considerable benefits to their family!
"Click... click..."
Just do it, the old couple found scissors, one held the sheep down, and the other quickly shaved it off. In a short while, the hair on the white sheep was completely shaved off.
"It is said that the young master advertised in the newspaper that each sheep can be sheared twice a year. After shearing it now, when the wool grows out, it will be just in time for the winter. When the weather warms up next spring, it can be sheared again. While selling it, you can also make money. Let the sheep have a cool summer!”
Looking at the pile of wool on the ground, the old man couldn't close his mouth with joy.
"If these wools can really be sold for money, we will keep all the lambs we breed in the future. Just selling the wool will be enough to eat and drink every year!"
The old woman waved the scissors quickly, grinning from ear to ear.
"Don't worry, you will definitely be able to sell it. When did the young master's words not count? This is to bring benefits to our people! I heard that not only our wool is harvested, but also the wool from the grassland is harvested. Collect, think about how many sheep those people on the grassland have? They even accept all of theirs according to the order, how can they be inferior to us?"
"Haha, yes, yes, the young master is absolutely reliable in his work, as long as you, an old man, are not deaf and misheard!"
The old woman smiled jokingly.
"Sister-in-law, does your family also shear sheep?"
At this moment, outside the fence, a middle-aged woman carrying a sack passed by the old couple and greeted them.
"Yes, the old man went to the market and heard that wool can be sold for money. I don't know whether it is true or not. Let's cut it first and then talk about it!"
The old woman raised her head and saw that it was a nearby neighbor, so she spoke truthfully.
"Really! It's absolutely true. My son bought a newspaper when he came back from school and read it to me personally. No, the sack I was carrying behind me was filled with wool, and he was preparing to buy it. I'm going to sell it at the right place, but it's a pity that I raise too few, and it only weighed more than 20 kilograms!"
The middle-aged woman's face could not suppress the joy.
Even if he only weighs more than 20 kilograms, he can still get one hundred Wen, which is equivalent to an adult man's salary for more than ten days!
"That's not bad, haha!"
"No, I never dreamed that wool can be sold for money now!"
"Yes, I have to cut it quickly. After the cutting is done and sold, the money will be used to buy a few kilograms of wine for our old man, bring it back, and then make myself new clothes!"
"Haha, old sister-in-law, we thought we'd go there together. After selling the money later, we can go choose the ingredients together!"
"become!"
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Newspapers are now a daily necessity for all literate people, and they have branches in all major counties.
The content of daily newspapers is delivered by Kuai Ma. The ones that are closer can be published simultaneously with Xianyang City. Even the ones that are later can be printed and distributed the next day.
So the news that wool can be sold for money spread quickly, and people flocked to the purchasing point to weigh, record, sign, and get money!
All the people who came out of the purchase point were so happy that they couldn't help but smile from ear to ear!
The Xiongnu had troops stationed in various places, so the news naturally spread quickly.
After hearing the news that wool could be sold for money, the people's first reaction was that they couldn't believe it, and each family sent representatives to the clan leader to discuss it!
"Chief, wool costs five cents per catty. Should we sell it or not?"
Everyone sat around on the carpet and turned their attention to the old man who was the leader.
The old man's face was covered with wrinkles, his head lowered, thinking carefully.
"What are you selling? It's the Qin people who ruined our country. We can't do business with the Qin people!"
"Yes, the Qin people are cunning and have too many crooked ideas. We can't take advantage of doing business with them!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two strong men objected.
"You can pull it off. You two are raising cattle at home, and the total number of sheep at home is less than twenty. Of course you don't advocate selling them!"
"That is, among the rest of us here, which family does not have a hundred sheep? If sold, it would be sold for at least two thousand coins at a time. How much food would be purchased?"
"No, now Daqin allows us to trade. We can shear two crops of wool a year, which is about 4,000 yuan. If we go to Daqin to buy some grain, and add our mutton, we can definitely spend this winter happily, and we no longer have to worry about the lack of food in the winter. I’m worried about food...!”
Everyone's intention is obvious. The vast majority support trade with Da Qin and selling wool to Da Qin.
"Wool is a useless thing. If we can use it to exchange for money, it will indeed increase the income of the people on our grasslands!"
After a long while, the old patriarch finally raised his head and spoke slowly.
"No! Old patriarch, have you forgotten how the Great Qin attacked our grassland?"
The strong man who objected quickly persuaded him.
"I've already been beaten, what else can I do? Is it possible that those of us who are alive still don't eat or drink...?"
However, the old patriarch didn't listen to him at all and continued: "We didn't have enough to eat when Mao Dun was still there. Now even he has become a prisoner. If we don't leave, we may starve to death this winter. How many people are there!”
