After all, it is a new thing and I really lack understanding.
If you haven't experienced it yourself, no one knows its true effect.
Not only him, Zhan Zhizhan also looked at this new thing with curiosity.
Liu Mingquan simply took off his sweater, signaled the waiter to take away the tea, and then placed the sweater on the Eight Immortals table.
"Of course, you can touch it as you like, no problem, no problem." He pointed with his right hand, with a smile on his face, indicating to these people to touch it boldly.
At Mei Shou's signal, Jiang Zheng took the lead in touching it.
"This is very soft, very elastic, and feels very warm." He then simply touched it a few more times, and his face was extremely surprised.
Wen Tianxiang also stepped forward and hesitated for a few times, looked at Liu Mingquan, and asked cautiously: "Can students also touch it?"
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Liu Mingquan glanced at everyone and waved his right hand, "You can touch it if you want."
Wen Tianxiang, Lu Xiufu and others couldn't help but be overjoyed. They all came forward to touch it gently, and couldn't help but admire: "There are such soft and elastic things in the world. The key is that it feels warm."
"You haven't discovered its biggest benefit yet." Liu Mingquan watched everyone on the scene caressing her without minding it at all.
Lu Xiufu couldn't help but be astonished, and stepped forward to salute him respectfully: "Shopkeeper Liu, what are the other benefits of this sweater?"
"It's very close-fitting and feels much better than fur clothes." Although Liu Mingquan's tone was calm, he had no intention of showing its extraordinary qualities.
Lu Xiufu looked at the sweater carefully and couldn't believe it: "It's obviously not as strong as a fur coat. It seems there are some gaps, but it's actually warmer than a fur coat?"
"I thought the same way before. It wasn't until I put it on that I realized the advantage of it, it is close-fitting. The fur coat looks really strong and very rich, but it has a fatal flaw, it is not close-fitting at all." Liu Mingquan explained lightly, "No. I think you all know what the consequences of being close to someone are, and they are just blowing someone up."
"It's so magical?" Mei Shou couldn't bear it any longer. He stepped forward and touched the sweater, then looked at it carefully.
After stroking him, he turned to look at Jiang Zheng and couldn't help but ask: "Zizhong, what's the reason for this?"
"The reason why it fits close to the body is because its shape is very similar to the human body, so there are no gaps exposed." Jiang Zheng looked over and over again, suddenly realized, finally understood, and couldn't help but marvel.
After saying that, he picked up the sweater and compared the figure with Liu Mingquan.
Now, everyone present also saw it.
There really is no harm if there is no comparison. Although the fur coat is wide, it is not similar to the human body, so it is inevitable to have ventilation.
Wen Tianxiang thought for a while and bowed his hands to Jiang Zheng: "Jiang Dianli, if the fur clothes are also made into the shape of the human body, wouldn't it be warmer?"
"It's difficult, very difficult." Jiang Zheng shook his head while stroking it.
Wen Tianxiang thought for a while and gave a reason: "Maybe it will be more expensive, but it will be better if it fits the body."
Wen Tianxiang also comes from a family of farming and studying. His family is very well off and he usually wears fur clothes in winter.
Now that he saw the shape of the sweater, he had an idea and suddenly thought of this problem.
"It's not a matter of cost." Jiang Zheng still shook his head, picked up the sweater, and pointed at it while thinking, "Can a fur coat be as thin as this? If it is so thin, it will not be able to keep warm at all, because it does not have a sweater. So soft and stretchy, it can’t be knitted together.”
When Wen Tianxiang heard this, he couldn't help being disappointed and had to give up this idea.
He was disappointed, but there was hope.
This person is none other than Xiao Huadong, a junior official.
"I dare to ask shopkeeper Liu, what is the raw material of this sweater, is it related to Mao?" Xiao Huadong thought for a while, an idea suddenly came to his mind, and he asked Liu Mingquan for advice.
"You are indeed thoughtful and able to use your brain," Liu Mingquan looked at Xiao Huadong happily and praised it, "It is indeed made of wool, it is wool."
Xiao Huadong felt incredible: "Wool, then why is the sweater not black, but white? Could it be that Zhaojiazhuang used a dye to dye the black into white?"
"You are wrong about this. It is not made of goat hair, but sheep wool." Liu Mingquan laughed, feeling that Xiao Huadong was both smart and cute.
Xiao Huadong felt a little embarrassed when he heard Liu Mingquan laughing.
"Weird, really weird." He smelled it again and felt incredible: "The smell of wool is very strong, why does this sweater have no smell?"
In fact, this sweater also smells like Liu Mingquan's sweat. Naturally, he couldn't tell the smell. "Of course wool has an odor," Liu Mingquan nodded first, then changed the subject, "But the little sage invented something that can eliminate the odor during the production process."
"The sweater is so perfect, what's the price?" Xiao Huadong couldn't help but said, feeling his heart almost jump out of his chest.
Not only him, but everyone looked at Liu Mingquan.
"Its price is one tael of silver." Liu Mingquan said calmly and gave the answer.
Xiao Huadong couldn't help but exclaimed: "What, this thing costs one or two silver? It's too expensive."
"It's expensive. Is it as expensive as fur clothes? It's only 10% of fur clothes, and it's even warmer than fur clothes." Liu Mingquan replied calmly.
Xiao Huadong was embarrassed and gave the reason: "But its raw material is wool, so the things are always thrown away as waste."
"That was before, and it will be valuable from now on, and the price of wool will soon rise in the future." Liu Mingquan analyzed and said patiently, "It doesn't cost anything to change wool into sweaters. The little saint has to rely on it to support five people." Thousands of people."
"Can this feed 50,000 refugees?" Xiao Huadong found it difficult to understand. "I heard that most of these 50,000 refugees are old people, women and children. How can we feed them?"
"These 50,000 refugees came to Xi County almost penniless." Liu Mingquan said solemnly, "The little saint must not only give them a way to live, but also provide them with accommodation, clothing, and food, and also ensure that Then every child can go to school. Where does the money come from? It comes from sweaters."
"The old will die, the strong will be useful, and the young will grow. This is no longer a well-off society, but a great unity." When Mei Shou heard this, he couldn't help but interjected and agreed, "Does Xi County want to achieve great harmony?"
"Of course, Datong has always been the goal pursued by the little saint, and it has basically been realized in Jintang County, Changyuan County and other places. Of course, the little saint thought the same way in Xi County, but the Hu people suddenly sent 50,000 old and weak people He was sick and disabled, so he came up with this method." Although Liu Mingquan's tone was plain, everyone could hear his pride.
Upon hearing this, everyone, including Mei Shou, bowed solemnly to Xi County.
What is Datong? It is the lifelong goal of every scholar.
But Datong was too difficult. The Song Dynasty had made a lot of efforts before, but at best they could only achieve partial prosperity.
After all, before the Song Dynasty, although officials were wealthy, the taxes on the grassroots people were extremely heavy.
They can only say that they can barely support their families except for taxes in good years, but when encountering natural disasters and man-made disasters, they flee everywhere.
If the people have reached a moderately prosperous society, how could there be an uprising by Fang La, Song Jiang, Wang Xiaobo and others.
Unexpectedly, the Datong society that scholars in the Song Dynasty had always pursued would be realized in Xixian and other places.
But Xiao Huadong was a little unconvinced. After hesitating, he suddenly said: "The little saint raised them, isn't he raising lazy people?"
"No, no." Liu Mingquan shook his head, "These sweaters are hand-woven by those women. They rely on their own hands and feet to support themselves and their families."
"It's a pity that it's still too expensive." Xiao Huadong still wanted to keep the price down.
Liu Mingquan compared the prices: "Is this expensive? The Hu people buy it with a delivery card, which is equivalent to two taels of silver. I heard that the Hu people who sold it to the Western Regions even bought one tael of gold."
"But they are Hu people, and we are Song people." Xiao Huadong was still unwilling, "Song people should take care of Song people."
Liu Mingquan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and analyzed this one by one, "You know, this sweater must be woven hand by hand. It takes one person seven days to weave one piece, not to mention the deodorization, oil removal, straightening, etc. Drying and other processes. This sweater is much stronger than ordinary clothing. As long as you take good care of it, it will not be a problem to wear it for ten years. After all, it only costs a hundred cents a year. "
"It's only one hundred cents a year, which is really not expensive." Xiao Huadong was a little embarrassed, "Is there any sales in Lin'an?"
"This thing has just been produced, and the main sales are to Hu people and the West." Liu Mingquan sighed.
Xiao Huadong almost lost his temper and wanted to punch Liu Mingquan. After a long time of trying to seduce our sweater addiction, it turned out that there was no stock.
But when he saw that Liu Mingquan was stronger than him, he had to give up the idea because of his thin body.
He suppressed the anger in his heart, bowed his hands and asked: "Shopkeeper Liu, why do you want to sell Hu people and the West?"
"This is very simple, because the supply of sweaters exceeds the demand, merchants are queuing up to get the goods, and the deposit has been paid until next year." Liu Mingquan sighed and said while returning the gift. Mei Shou and Jiang Zheng exchanged glances, and Jiang Zheng stepped forward and said, "This is normal. Xi County is far away from the capital, which is the most convenient place for the Hu people. Even Chengdu is thousands of miles away, so it is natural to sell it locally."
"Shopkeeper Liu, you are from Zhaojiazhuang. Can you get us a batch of sweaters? I'll give you the deposit." Xiao Huadong rolled his eyes and thought of a way.
Liu Mingquan nodded, looked at the people present, and said: "This is no problem. I am from Zhaojiazhuang, so I can naturally get it. There is no need for a deposit, and I can give you a 10% discount on the price."
"Thank you, shopkeeper Liu." Xiao Huadong felt that he was too proud, and he still had this result after all his fussing.
Liu Mingquan didn't just take his face seriously. He actually used Xiao Huadong's words to give everyone a meeting gift.
Isn't it? Mei Shou, Jiang Zheng and others also thanked Liu Mingquan for this.
Mei Shou suddenly bowed his hands and asked solemnly: "Is Dingjun Mountain still in the hands of the security team?"
"Of course it's still in the hands of the security team." Liu Mingquan didn't understand why Mei Shou repeatedly asked about this, so he answered while returning the courtesy.
Mei Shou nodded, with a very serious expression, and solemnly said to Liu Mingquan: "I have decided that I want to go to Xi County. I wonder if the little saint will welcome you?"
He was so solemn and obviously wanted to get an answer from Liu Mingquan.
"Welcome." Liu Mingquan also bowed extremely solemnly and replied in a deep voice, "Mingquan will report this matter to Zhaojiazhuang immediately."
After all, he is a shopkeeper of Lin'an Mansion. It is of course extremely difficult to see the little saint, but he can report the matter to the chief secretary of Zhaojiazhuang.
Mei Shou couldn't help but be overjoyed. After all, he was a sixth-grade imperial official, and he was not from the Little Saint faction. He was worried that the Little Saint would reject him, but he didn't expect Liu Mingquan to agree.
"I'm waiting for good news." He bowed solemnly to Liu Mingquan, then looked at his three subordinates, "Will the three of you go to Xi County?"
After all, he is alone and wants to bring a few subordinates to help him when the time comes.
Jiang Zheng couldn't help being surprised. His original intention was to go to Changyuan County, the safest place in Sichuan, but if that didn't work, he might as well go to Jiading and Jingyan.
But now Mei Shou actually asked him to go to Xi County together, which was beyond his expectation.
Although there are many people in Xi County, after all, it is under the noses of the Hu people, and there are half a million Hu people watching.
Seeing Jiang Zheng's hesitant expression, Mei Shou didn't know what he was thinking.
He pulled Jiang Zheng and Xiao Huadong into another room. There was no one else in this room, only the three of them.
He looked at the two of them, looked at them and asked, "Have you noticed that I have repeatedly said whether Ding Junshan is in the hands of the security group?"
"Exactly, we don't know the reason, and we hope that official Mei will tell you." Jiang Zheng looked at Xiao Huadong, and then looked at Mei Shou, hoping that he would give an answer.
Mei Shou walked around the Eight Immortals Table for a few times, then suddenly stopped and asked flatly: "Have you heard that there is a legend that someone can conquer Hanzhong from Dingjun Mountain?"
In fact, there is another saying, if you win Hanzhong, you will win the world.
These words were even more shocking, but he didn't want to say them. After all, he was a minister of the Song Dynasty.
"Of course I've heard of it. Could it be?" Mei Shou thought about it and his expression changed drastically.
When Xiao Huadong heard Mei Shou's words, he suddenly understood something: "If you win Dingjun Mountain, you will win Hanzhong; if you win Hanzhong, you will win the world. This, this, this..."
At this point, he couldn't talk any more.
"The little saint is devoted to the Song Dynasty, and of course he has no second thoughts. But looking at the world, there is no one who can compete with the barbarians, only the little saint." Mei Shou nodded and reminded.
Mei Shou nodded, and then chanted: "The remaining people shed tears in the dust, and look south to the king's division for another year."
"When you die, you know that everything is in vain, but you will not see the same sorrow as Jiuzhou. Wang Shibei sets the Central Plains Day, and don't forget to tell Nai Weng during family sacrifices." Xiao Huadong read along.
The three of them couldn't help laughing and reached an agreement.
Jiang Zheng and Xiao Huadong saluted to the west and solemnly expressed their stance immediately: "The little saint wants to take back the north, and we will follow him to the death."
In the Qinzheng Hall of the Song Dynasty Palace, Lizong's calm heart was broken.
He once again stopped thinking about tea and food, and he kept tossing and turning at night and couldn't sleep.
He looked at Dong Songchen, his personal eunuch, and asked: "Why did the imperial students build the Ewang Temple? Why did the Lin'an Mansion want to supervise the construction?"
"The official family, the official family, and the slaves are always in the palace, how do you know this?" Dong Songchen looked confused. This is a matter for the court. How did he, a eunuch in the palace, know this.
