"No wonder I see that you are always having trouble with that needle. It turns out that the thread is difficult to tie, and it is easy to loosen the thread when threading the needle. It is necessary to tie the thread again."
Only then did Liang Chuan notice the small iron needle. The needle holes on the small iron needle could be easily produced if cast by a machine. However, in this era, just like making brown sugar, it was all done by hand. It is not easy to make a hole in the iron needle.
"It would be nice if there was a needle eye on this needle. If you pass the thread through it, it will definitely not break unless the thread is too soft."
Liang Chuan's attention was completely focused on this needle, and he suddenly asked: "How much does it cost to buy this needle at the market?"
Shen Yuzhen didn't understand his intention and just replied: "This one is worth twenty or thirty cents as thick as a needle, and the thinner one is fifty cents."
No! Liang Chuan only thought that this kind of thing was only worth three to five cents, and he never thought that he was just looking at this issue from the perspective of future generations. Who didn't have a sewing machine when he was an adult? Besides, how many girls of his generation are good at needlework? When clothes are torn, you can just throw them away and replace them. How many people will take a needle and thread to patch them? Without production demand, production tools will naturally become worthless.
"I didn't expect this little needle to be so valuable! I underestimated this needle!"
You wouldn’t know if you didn’t ask, but you would be shocked if you asked. This little needle is almost as big as a bucket of rice.
"Of course, one needle can often be used by a family for several generations. You don't have to buy needles every day to use at home. If someone doesn't make repairs, the price of the needles will naturally be high." Shen Yuzhen actually has one of her own. Insights. In this day and age, no one would consider it a treasure to wear a piece of clothing. It has been mended for three years, and mended for three years. A patched embroidery needle is like a heirloom in the eyes of farmers. It can be used for several generations after being sharpened. Just like the bamboo weaving that most people in Fengshan are doing now, modern people who are not engaged in agricultural production cannot recognize agricultural tools. importance, but as long as you have to pick food and goods, bamboo baskets are better than anything else. Such 'gadgets' are naturally worth a lot!
Liang Chuan calculated in his mind that even if one stick only earns ten cents, a thousand sticks would cost ten thousand cents, which is ten thousand cents. Moreover, this stick would cost at least dozens of cents, but the cost is only a few kilograms of iron.
Although the price of iron is not cheap, the material used to make this iron needle is small, but the value has doubled many times. It can be said that you can make a lot of money at extremely low prices. This is an extremely hidden way to get rich.
"If Yuzhen were you, this needle would have an extra eye. Would you buy this kind of needle?"
Liang Chuan asked tentatively whether the product is useful or not. It is best to let these market users have a say. Just thinking that it is useful is of no use at all.
Shen Yuzhen tilted her head and smiled: "Of course I will. You don't have to think about it to know that a needle like that will definitely be much easier to use. It saves time and effort when sewing, and it doesn't cost much. I will definitely buy it."
"I see."
Although needles without needle holes are difficult to sew, Shen Yuzhen still overcame many difficulties to sew Liang Chuan's clothes. In the past, when Liang Chuan had nothing to do at home at night, besides being busy making humans with Yi Niang, he would lie on the bed and chat with Yi Niang all over the world. Yi Niang's craftsmanship was much better than Shen Yuzhen's. The clothes she sewed were fine and strong, and they would crack again. Opportunities are rare.
"Master, give it a try."
Shen Yuzhen handed the clothes to Liang Chuan, and Liang Chuan took them and put them on himself. Although the patches on the clothes were more obvious, the clothes themselves were made of burlap, so the patches did not affect the view at all.
"Thank you Yuzhen."
"Master, you don't have to thank me, but I want to thank you for teaching me another song tonight."
After seeing off Shen Yuzhen, Liang Chuan's mind started to work. He had read the book "Tiangong Kaiwu" by Song Yingxing of the Ming Dynasty, which recorded the method of making such fine needles with needle holes. He just happened to get the plate from Fang Tianding. After going to a blacksmith shop, I was worried about how to open up the blacksmith's business. Now I have a direction.
The next day, Liang Chuan originally wanted Zheng Ruoying to help write another deed, which was for the blacksmith shop, but the sun was as high as three poles and there was still no sign of Zheng Ruoying. The door was locked. Tight.
Liang Chuan had no choice but to go to Shen Yuzhen. Shen Yuzhen's handwriting was more beautiful than all of them. She was a bit overqualified, but it didn't matter. The prettier the better, to avoid ambiguity due to typos or polysemy.
After Shen Yuzhen finished writing, Liang Chuan originally wanted to take Zhaodi to Fang Tian to settle down, but Zhaodi was seriously injured. After lying down for a night, Liang Chuan looked like a normal person and Zhaodi was miserable. His whole body ached, and he couldn't even sit down while lying down. It's not even when I'm sleeping. I'm still humming even when I sleep. When Liang Chuan saw this scene, he couldn't bear to let him suffer. After all, the kick he received was for himself, poor baby.
Liang Chuan paid 300 yuan from Su Wei. Now Liang Chuan asks Su Wei to take care of the money coming in and spending it out, so that he can count how much money he has made. He has been doing very well this year, but he has no money left. Too little.
Fang Tianding saw with his own eyes yesterday how Liang Chuan was beaten and kicked by three thugs from Qingtang. He thought that it would take at least a few days before he would see Liang Chuan again. Unexpectedly, he saw this kid coming back alive and kicking early in the morning, with a knife in his hand. He was carrying a large bag of money. Needless to say, the money must be three hundred guan from his own blacksmith shop.
"Brother Liang Chuan, is he okay with the recruitment?" As soon as Fang Wan saw Liang Chuan, he took the initiative to ask about the situation of the recruitment, with worry on his face.
"Brother Zhao is seriously injured and is recuperating at home. Why don't you come back with me later and go see him?"
A blush appeared on Fang Wan's face. She looked at her father shyly. After getting his approval, she turned back to Liang Chuan and said, "I'll go take a look with you later."
"Master Fang, take a look at this deed. If you are illiterate, I can read it to you. These are the three hundred dollars you owe Qingtang. I brought them."
"You don't have to read it. Just tell me where to mark it. I can't read a single word, and I can't even write my own name."
Liang Chuan smiled and said: "It's okay, just press your fingerprints. Don't take it too seriously." Liang Chuan knew that this Fang Tianding was most likely illiterate, and there was nothing he could do about it. Reading and literacy in ancient times was a privilege that only a few people could enjoy. He was the only one who could do it. There is no shame in being a blacksmith.
Fang Tianding happily pressed his fingerprints on the deed paper Liang Chuan brought. Yesterday, he noticed something suspicious about how his daughter seemed to know the two of them. After asking, he found out that he didn't know both of them, but only the follower at the back.
Fang Tianding no longer had the slightest concern about Liang Chuan's behavior and identity. Besides, if Liang Chuan wanted to punish him, why would he go to the trouble of offending those living hell kings in Qingyuantang? It couldn't be justified.
The fingerprints on Fang Tianding's hand were almost worn away, leaving only a faint mark. The big hand left ten bright red marks on the deed. The purpose of ancient inscriptions is not to identify fingerprints, but to identify the number of digits. Ancient people found that the digits on people's hands are rarely the same, or the shapes are not the same. Using this best trace for identification, People determine whether the contract is valid.
After Fang Tianding finished the painting, Liang Chuan said, "Master Fang, I have an idea here. I wonder if it is feasible to match your craftsmanship?"
Fang Tianding was stunned. He had just taken over the shop and wanted to reflect on him. Fang Tianding's heart sank when he thought of this, and he still asked politely: "Sanlang, just tell me."
"I think we can make some needles to sell. You are responsible for making them and grinding them. I don't know how to blacksmith, so I can just come up with ideas."
"Needle?" Both father and daughter asked in confusion.
"Yes, it's the needle for embroidery and making clothes!"
"How much money can I make by making a needle? I can make hundreds of dollars by making a kitchen knife. I can't make that much money even if I put a lot of effort into making needles."
Experts watch the door, but laymen watch the fun. This young man is an outsider after all. His ideas are quite fresh, but he doesn't know how to give random orders.
"How many kitchen knives can Master Fang make in a day?"
Fang Tianding looked at him with his eyes wide open. The boy didn't even breathe when he spoke: "It's a lot for me to be able to make one kitchen knife in one day. Sometimes it takes two days to finish one!"
Liang Chuan nodded affirmatively and said, "It's very fast. You can earn hundreds of pennies a day with just one handful."
At this point, Liang Chuan picked up a kitchen knife intentionally or unintentionally, and said without looking at anyone: "Making a kitchen knife is quite fast, but it's not enough compared to making a needle!"
Fang Wan asked curiously: "What kind of owner?"
Fang Wan had already changed his name to "Master". Liang Chuan smiled at her and said, "I can make hundreds or hundreds of needles in a day. If we can earn him 50 cents for one needle, how much is that?"
Fang Tianding could not count the words in his head. After hearing this, Fang Wan looked straight at Liang Chuan with a look of disbelief. They have also made iron needles, but not many people buy them. Injection is a very delicate job, and sometimes it is more tiring than blacksmithing. So Fang Tianding gave up this business very early. So much so that you can't usually see them in the shop unless you come to place an order in advance.
Liang Chuan explained: "A little makes a lot, and a tower makes sand. What I plan to let you make is not an ordinary needle, but a needle that is completely unavailable in the market now, a needle with a needle eye!"
"What?"
"Fang Wan, you should be pretty good at nvhong, right? The needles and threads you usually use can only be tied around the head or tail of the needle?"
Fang Wan said: "Yes, the tied thread is easy to take off. If it is not tied tightly, it will be very troublesome to use. You have to stop and retie the thread after a few stitches. The linen material is very tight, and it is even harder to mend."
"My needle has an eye at the end of the needle, and you can pass the thread through the eye. With this needle, unless the thread breaks, you can sew without losing the thread!"
Fang Tianding asked in surprise: "The needle is as thin as a hair. Sanlang, do you have the ability to put a hole in the needle?"
Liang Chuan smiled and said: "Of course I don't dare to do the porcelain work without diamonds. I just have a way, so I thought of selling this. Do you think it's feasible?"
Fang Wan said happily: "Of course it's possible! You don't know how hard our girls go. In order to sew a piece of clothing properly, it takes a long time. With this needle, who among the women in the city is not willing to spend tens of thousands of dollars?" Can you give me some money to buy one and send it back?"
"You are as smart as my Yuzhen, so I came to discuss it with you today. If we monopolize this craft, the blacksmith shop can make a lot of money just selling it!"
