Nowadays, this kind of patterning on cloth is almost done by embroidery stitch by stitch. Therefore, some ready-made clothes with patterns and textures can be sold for three to four taels of silver.
White cloth with nothing on it is very cheap.
It can be said that the labor cost at this time is very expensive.
Han Xi walked over and took a look, then asked: "Are you embroidering ducks?"
The other women all snickered secretly when they heard this, while the fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl blushed with shame, lowered her head and said in a mosquito-like voice: "This, this lark!"
"General, my little girl just learned embroidery not long ago, and she made you laugh." A woman next to her hurriedly explained.
Han Xi usually feels cold to others, but he doesn't shout and kill at every turn. In addition, the food given to the villagers during this period is provided by Heifeng Village, so the villagers think they can get along with him. .
Therefore, exchanges like this are often seen in the village.
"Okay, put away all the threads. I'll take them away later." Han Xi said. He was almost freezing to death now, but he wasn't that particular.
"Yes!" When several women heard this, they all quickly started to collect the threads. Only the girl who was embroidering the duck just now seemed a little in a hurry.
"There is no need to embroider these decorative things now. All the woven cloth will be made into cotton clothes." Han Xi instructed. Now not only is he the only one wearing the same clothes, but all the peasants and imperial soldiers are wearing cotton-padded clothes made by dead men.
It was the mandarin duck jackets that were leaked from the army last time. There were more than fifty sets in total.
I didn't wash it when I got it back. I just had it mended and wore it. Han Xi couldn't stand the smell of the clothes, so he didn't want them.
"What specifications are they made into?" the female steward asked.
After hearing this, Han Xi thought for a while and then said: "Five feet seven, six feet, six feet three, according to these three specifications."
A foot at this time is more than thirty centimeters, so the three specifications Han Xi mentioned are around 170, 180, and 190. Of course, the specific values are not very accurate.
The housekeeper wrote it down with a small piece of wood.
Seeing this, Han Xi was a little worried. There seemed to be no papermaking skills in the system, and his subordinates could not even find a piece of paper to write on, which seriously restricted development.
You must know that a lot of paper is needed for accounting, recording things, coordinating, and sending letters.
Regarding this matter, Han Xi planned to ask the grain merchant named Wu Ge next time if he could bring tens of thousands of pieces of paper.
But I don’t know if Wu Ge will come again.
After all, Wu Ge was also involved in what happened last time.
If he could meet Wu Ge again, Han Xi would definitely chat with him.
After looking around, Han Xi left the textile factory. Although there were many high-tech textile machines in the textile factory, other facilities were not complete and could not be built.
Now Han Xi is just like Ah San building an airplane. Experts have been invited, but nothing comes of it.
As soon as he walked out of the textile factory, Han Xi shivered. It had just rained and the ground was very muddy. The wet feeling was quite uncomfortable when he stepped on it.
"Huhuhu~~~"
A cold wind blew across the mountainside, and light snow began to fall from the gray sky.
Han Xi caught the falling snowflakes and exclaimed in his heart that it was raining and snowing at the same time. It was really terrible. He didn't know how the people in the valley survived the weather with their thin cotton clothes.
No wonder this ancient man did not live long.
Han Xi walked quickly to the field and saw only a dozen people harvesting cabbage.
It has been raining from time to time in the past few days, making the land very muddy. Han Xi was afraid that the vegetables would rot in the ground, so he asked someone to harvest a batch of cabbage in advance.
"Hahaha! General, what a bumper harvest! More than 1,500 kilograms of cabbage were harvested per acre." A tall village party member who was in charge of the harvest came over and said with a smile on his face.
All the old farmers around were smiling. They had planted more than 400 acres of various types of cabbage, and they were growing very well. At least one acre of land could yield a thousand kilograms.
There are few vegetables with such high yield in northern Shaanxi.
More than 500 acres means more than 500,000 catties. There are only 800 people in the whole village. If one person eats three catties a day, he can eat until next summer. He can even have extra to feed donkeys, make pickles, and dry vegetables.
Han Xi was not very satisfied when he heard that he could only harvest 1,500 kilograms per acre. You must know that the seeds he transformed were technological and ruthless.
In future generations, if you are lazy, you will be able to grow more than two thousand catties per acre. If you take good care of it, fertilize and apply pesticides, it will even reach seven or eight thousand catties at high times.
Han Xi shook his head slightly. Unfortunately, he spent more than half a month rubbing fertilizer with his hands, but the yield was just this. He didn't know whether it was because the land was not good, or it was harvested too early.
"Wait a minute, go and urge people to build the cave dwelling as soon as possible." Han Xi instructed.
While harvesting large quantities of cabbage is a joy, storing such large quantities was also a problem in ancient times.
Originally, Han Xi wanted to make all the cabbage into sour and spicy pickled cabbage, but this unrealistic idea was quickly shattered. He wanted salt, but no salt, wanted chili, but no chili, and wanted bean paste, but no bean paste.
Dry pickle directly, no jar yet.
"Don't worry, General, two have been completed and construction of the third has begun." Gao Gexiang Dang replied.
Han Xi nodded, then patted the tall township party on the shoulder to encourage him a few words, asking him to pay attention to drainage in the fields and don't let the vegetables rot in the fields, then turned and left.
When Han Xi turned around and came back, he immediately smelled the smell of cabbage stewed with beef, which was also mixed with a spicy taste, which whetted his appetite.
Han Xi walked quickly to the grain drying field and suddenly saw a rising white mist.
At this time, a shed covering an area of one acre has been built in the grain drying field. It has been raining heavily in the past few days. Now the whole village eats in the grain field, so only one shed can be built.
I saw three people holding two big shovels and stir-frying on a five-foot-long iron plate. As long as two dishes were fried on this iron plate, it would be enough for everyone in the Chen family to have a full meal.
Han Xi picked up a stainless steel plate from a row of wooden shelves nearby. This plate was unique and made by rubbing the ingredients by hand. It also contained a spoon and chopsticks.
Walking to the iron plate, Han Xi picked up a piece of beef and put it into his mouth. The beef was very chewy. It was obvious that the cow was very old.
"It doesn't taste good, put more salt!" Han Xi said.
The woman holding each plate and spoon hurriedly responded, then grabbed a handful of salt as white as fine sand and sprinkled it into the iron plate.
These salts are really the later industrial edible salts that Han Xi kneaded with sand. If this salt were sold in the state capital, it would definitely fetch a high price of fifty or sixty cents.
So the woman holding the spoon put the salt very carefully.
As a result, stir-fried dishes are often bland and tasteless.
Next to the salt bag are pepper, chili powder, allspice powder, turmeric powder, chicken powder...
Anyway, Han Xi had made a thousand kilograms of all the condiments he knew, using fine sand dug from ditches in the river, and the taste was absolutely pure.
With so many spices, it's hard to taste.
A group of kids who came back from herding sheep were watching eagerly outside the fence. Unfortunately, this dish was not for them to eat, so they could only enjoy it for a while.
The first dishes are all for the current imperial soldiers and country party members.
The second round is for the villagers to eat. The main ingredients are cabbage and radish. If the cow is killed today, it is mixed with beef offal and stir-fried. If the sheep is killed, it is mixed with haggis.
The third round of vegetarian dishes was for the prisoners.
