Meton suddenly changed his tone and said, "The noodle pressing machine is a blessing for women, but it's not necessarily so for men. With this machine, making noodles in the future will change from a technical job to a manual job. I'm afraid the task of pressing noodles will be undertaken by men. I hope you won't blame me!"
The audience on the stand could not help but smile bitterly. According to the design of the noodle pressing machine, the noodles could be pressed by shaking the handle hard. What Mo Jiazi said could really happen.
"A gentleman should stay away from the kitchen. A group of vulgar people!" A scholar heard Meton say disdainfully that men should make noodles.
"Young man, I guess you haven't been married yet, right? When you get married, you will understand that a husband will not let his wife work too hard. "A dark-skinned craftsman looked at the scholar and smiled. In the past, they knew nothing about cooking, so they could not help. Now, with this machine, if it could help their wives not to work too hard, it was believed that every man would do the same.
"In addition, I can provide you with a business. For example, in Chang 'an City, the population is so dense that many women have to work. They don't have much time to make noodles. If someone buys a machine, rents a stall in the vegetable market, and specializes in pressing noodles and selling noodles, he will be rich and powerful. I can't guarantee that he will have no problem supporting his family." Merton said.
Immediately, many people nodded secretly. The price of the noodle pressing machine was not low. It was not worthwhile for a small family to buy a noodle pressing machine. If there were really noodles made in the market, it would be very convenient to buy some noodles when shopping for vegetables.
They could not guarantee anything else, but this noodle business was absolutely feasible in Chang 'an City. In the future, it would spread throughout the Tang dynasty.
"This must be another popular product." In the audience, Uncle Zheng could not help but sigh in his heart.
Mo Jiazi once said that he would solve the internal problems in the Mo Family's village in a few months. Obviously, the highlight was in this exhibition of Mo's skills.
Sure enough, Mo Jiazi did not let them down. The first thing he sold was a must-have for every family. With the insight of Uncle Zheng's old shopkeeper, he could naturally see that once the noodle pressing machine was released, it would definitely sell well in the Tang dynasty.
The Mo Family's strength increased once again. This time, the aristocratic families did not have any goods that could compete with Mo Jiazi. They could only watch helplessly as Mo Jiazi continued to grow.
"Why didn't we think of such a simple machine?" More craftsmen wrung their hands and sighed. The structure of the noodle pressing machine was simple and easy to understand at a glance. If they could have this patent, they would not have to worry about food and drink for the rest of their lives.
Xiao Dengkui said indignantly, "I hate that I wasn't born in the North!"
Xiao Dengkui realized the broad prospects of the noodle press machine. He couldn't help but feel jealous. If he was born in the north, perhaps he would be the one who invented this machine. Then he would be able to earn a lot of money for his family!
Li Yun, who was at the side, looked at him in surprise. He shook his head and said, "It's easy to know but hard to do, let alone invent."
Li Yun was just trying to persuade him, but Zu Mingjun directly retorted, "Since the Dengling family is in Jiangnan, why don't they build a cooking machine for Jiangnan?"
Xiao Dengkui's face immediately flushed red.
"Mo Jiazi has a new ink skill." Suddenly, a cry of surprise came, which helped Xiao Dengkui out of his predicament.
Everyone raised their heads and looked at the ink skill exhibition center. Merton said, "I'm sorry to disappoint everyone. This time, I'm not recommending a new ink skill. It's an ink skill from three years ago!"
"An ink skill from three years ago!" Everyone was stunned. Three years ago was the last time Mo Jiazi hosted an ink skill exhibition.
"Could it be!" Gongshu Hao's heart moved, and he blurted out.
"Young master, could it be that you've already guessed it?" Gongshu Lun quickly asked.
Gongshu Hao nodded and said, "In the ink skill exhibition three years ago, Mo Jiazi created a wheelbarrow and a tricycle that were comparable to a wooden ox. At the same time, he also introduced an immature ink skill."
"Bicycle!" Gongshu Lun suddenly remembered.
"That's right!" Gongshu Hao nodded solemnly. In the past three years, although the Mo Family Village didn't mass produce bicycles, there were still a lot of bicycles coming out every year. Especially Qin Huaiyu and the other two people riding bicycles in Chang 'an City, they were very flashy. However, bicycles had a shortcoming, which was that they were too heavy and slow.
Those rich and powerful people even used bicycles in different ways. They rode bicycles from the top of the gently sloping mountain to the bottom of the mountain at lightning speed, which attracted a lot of attention. It wasn't until someone broke a few ribs and was sent to Mo Hospital that the popularity of this event slowly died down.
When Meton appeared in front of the crowd with a brand new bicycle, the crowd couldn't help but be in an uproar.
Mo Jiazi put bicycles in the ink skill exhibition for the second time. It was obvious that Mo Jiazi attached great importance to ink skills.
"Not bad! After three years of research, brother Mo Jiazi finally perfected the technology of the bicycle and achieved mass production. "Meton patted the familiar 28" bicycle beside him and said proudly.
"The originally heavy wheel hub has been replaced by the most advanced steel spokes. These spokes are as thin as a string, but they are indeed made of the same material as the steel cable of the Wei River Bridge. They are made of the most advanced third generation steel of the Mo Family." Meton pushed the 28 "bicycle in his hand and walked forward. The spokes of the wheel rotated as if they were hollow.
"This bicycle weighs nearly 50 pounds and can carry up to 400 pounds. It is enough to carry two adults. An adult riding a bicycle can carry 50 pounds of goods and can travel up to 30 miles in half an hour. It will only consume a bowl of rice for 100 miles." Meton introduced the bicycle's performance. He suddenly remembered a joke about bicycles in the future and couldn't help but joke, "With these conditions, why would we need a horse?"
Although Meton was joking, everyone present nodded. One must know that a horse was not only expensive, but also extremely precious. It needed to be fed with fine feed. A horse ate more than two adults. For an ordinary person, it was an extremely heavy burden.
The bicycle that Mo Jiazi introduced was very similar to a horse. However, it didn't need to be fed. Anyway, people had to eat even if they rode a horse. Why not just eat by themselves and ride a bicycle?
"Here, I would like to apologize to my counterparts in the Xi City. Once the bicycle is introduced, the price of horses will definitely drop. If you guys suffer a loss, you can come to the Mo Family. I will give you preferential treatment of selling bicycles." As soon as Meton said that, the merchants in the Xi City were overjoyed. The horse business was not easy to do. The price was expensive and the sales were low. The daily feeding cost was huge. However, the Mo Family Village's bicycle business had a bright future. It didn't need to be fed at all. It was much more promising than selling horses.
Gongshu Hao's eyes lit up. He couldn't help but excitedly said, "Bicycles are dead things. They are not as intelligent as horses. Also, they are expensive. The most important thing is to pay attention to anti-theft. I already have an inspiration. I will definitely be able to create a suitable bicycle lock in the shortest time possible."
At that moment, everyone couldn't help but look at Gongshu Hao. No one would have thought that in such a short time, Gongshu Hao would design a new set of locks based on Mo Jiazi's bicycle.
The Dengling's branch couldn't help but be silent. They were all arrogant, but they didn't have any ink skills. Moreover, Gongshu Hao personally created a new ink skill in front of them. It was a great stimulation for them.
"Dengling's branch didn't hate not being born in the North? Bicycles have been in the world for three years. I haven't seen any progress. Don't tell me you haven't studied bicycles in private. "Zu Mingjun snorted.
Suddenly, Xiao Dengkui's cheeks turned red. The other Dengling's disciples also looked embarrassed. As one of the three branches of the Mo Family, they had studied bicycles in private. However, no one had made any progress. Even their master Yang Siqi thought that Mo Jiazi's bicycle was the limit. There was no way to improve it.
However, who would have thought that the steel used to build the Wei River Bridge would be used to build bicycles. It was like using a butcher's knife to kill a chicken.
No, this bicycle was comparable to a horse. It was not an exaggeration to call it an iron horse. It was very useful for both the country and the people. Thinking about it this way, it was like a treasure knife matched with a hero.
"Mo Jiazi just took the initiative." Xiao Dengkui said stubbornly.
In his opinion, Mo Jiazi's success with bicycles was due to the advantage of the advanced materials of the Mo Family Village. Without the Mo Family Village's accumulation of steel, bicycles would not have been successful.
"The inspiration of the Ink Technique is clothing, food, housing, and transportation. The noodle press is food, the bicycle is transportation, and the most important thing is clothing." Merton said.
Everyone suddenly understood that Meton's next Ink Technique must be related to clothing. In an instant, everyone thought of the new clothing material that appeared in Chang 'an in recent years, cotton.
Since cotton was promoted by the Mo Family Village a few years ago, cotton was widely planted in the Tang dynasty. It was especially prosperous in Song Jiang Prefecture. Song Jiang Prefecture was the center of cotton weaving. Every year, a large amount of high-quality and inexpensive fabric was exported from here. It was cheaper than silk and warmer than linen. It immediately became the most popular fabric in the Tang dynasty.
"This is the Spinning Machine! This is the Weaving Machine! "
As Mo Jiazi introduced the functions of these machines one by one, ordinary people were bored. However, most of the people present were craftsmen, so they listened with great interest.
The Dengling Family could not help but feel proud. After Mo Jiazi left Jiangnan, the Dengling Family Village took over the position of the Mo Family Village in Jiangnan. However, they gathered the children of the Dengling Family Village to modify the Spinning Machine and Weaving Machine for Song Jiang Prefecture. The effect was much better than the machines of the Mo Family Village.
However, Meton changed the topic and said regretfully, "Of course, Mei Niang doesn't know how to do any of these, and she doesn't know how to sew her own clothes. Every time, it was Aunt Xu who prepared the clothes for her."
Below the spectator stand, Wu Meiniang blushed and fell into Auntie Xu's arms. Auntie Xu stroked Wu Meiniang's hair lovingly. She had watched Wu Meiniang grow from a weak little girl to the valiant Mo Family's Eldest Senior Sister. She had long doted on her like a daughter.
"This last Ink Machine is also tailor-made for my little disciple. It can allow someone who doesn't know needlework to sew clothes easily."
As Meton waved his hand, the curtain rose and revealed a long square table that was three feet long and one foot wide.
"A table can actually sew clothes. Is Mo Jiazi talking in his sleep?" Everyone frowned and looked at the yellowish-brown table in the center in confusion.
Meton laughed and reached out his hand. They saw that there was a mechanism on the table. After removing the wooden board, a black steel machine rose from the hole in the table and was perfectly embedded on the table. It was the most common sewing machine in the 80's and 90's of the future.
"Deliberately mystifying!" The people of the Dengling Clan snorted coldly. When it came to small mechanisms, the Dengling Clan was an expert. In their eyes, Moton's small mechanism was nothing special at all.
"How long do you think it would take to sew an adult's clothes? Two hours or an entire morning?" Meton looked around and asked.
Everyone frowned and pondered. It was common for wives to sew clothes at home. Usually, a good needlework would take at least two hours to sew an ordinary piece of clothing. If the workmanship was precise and the needlework was exquisite, sewing a piece of clothing might not even be completed in a day, let alone an entire morning.
"As everyone knows, Aunt Xu is the best needlework master in Chang 'an. Even so, it would take her four hours to sew a piece of clothing. I wonder how long it would take to use this sewing machine." Meton smiled and invited Aunt Xu to come to the stage.
Aunt Xu went to the stage and took the cloth that had been cut. She sat in front of the sewing machine and stepped on the pedals. Suddenly, a crisp and rhythmic sound resounded throughout the venue.
"Da da da!"
The rhythmic and crisp sound was the most pleasant sound to the ears of the craftsmen.
"If Aunt Xu could sew for an hour, do we have to sit here for an hour?" Xiao Dengkui curled his lips and complained in his heart.
Xiao Dengkui also knew that the reason why Mo Jiazi could make a sewing machine was because it could sew clothes very quickly. An hour was already an overestimation.
However, before he could complain, the crisp mechanical sound stopped. He saw Auntie Xu get up and use scissors to remove the excess thread. With a shake of her hand, she put it on. A brand new set of clothes had been sewn.
"So fast!" Everyone exclaimed. They saw a few pieces of cloth being sewn into a new piece of clothing in front of everyone's eyes.
"Less than half an hour!" Deng Long said with a shocked face. His family was poor, and his mother lived by sewing clothes for others. He naturally knew the speed of sewing clothes. However, Aunt Xu sewed a piece of clothes in less than half a quarter of an hour. It was an unimaginable thing.
Moton nodded and said, "The clothes made by Auntie Xu are all exquisitely made. Auntie Xu has practiced needlework for decades. With this sewing machine, even a woman who has just learned needlework can make clothes that are comparable to those made by the best tailors. Moreover, the speed at which she sews clothes is ten times faster than the best tailors."
Everyone gasped and looked at the small machine in the center of the venue in shock. Everyone in the world needed to sew clothes. Once the sewing machine appeared on the market, it would definitely cause a revolutionary change in the garment industry. Sewing by hand would be eliminated from history.
Gongshu Hong took a deep breath and said, "It must be the circle that is driven back and forth by the pedals that is the key."
Meton said proudly, "The noodle press machine, the bicycle, and the sewing machine are not only a gift from me to my disciple, but also a gift for all the women in the world. Now that the New Year is approaching, if you prepare these three Mo's machines for your wedding, and welcome the festive trumpet, the husband and wife will have a prosperous life."
Meton believed that the "three turns and one trumpet" of the Tang dynasty era would definitely become a must-have for marriage in the future.
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