Xue Rengui's tribulation was still in the future, but Wu Meiniang's tribulation had only just begun.
Right now, Wu Meiniang was at the end of her rope. The spinning machine she was using was a product that had been passed down for a thousand years. It had already been perfected over a thousand years. If she wanted to improve it, she would need to make a big breakthrough. Small things wouldn't help at all.
Wu Meiniang had improved several spinning machines in a row, but in the end, all her efforts were in vain.
"Is it so difficult for a woman to succeed in her career?" Wu Meiniang couldn't help but say dejectedly. In the past, everything had been smooth sailing for her when she followed Modun. Now, she suddenly realized that everything had been smooth sailing for her because her master had already pointed her in the right direction. That was why she had been able to succeed so easily.
Now, she was in charge of the spinning workshop and no longer had a master to guide her. At this time, she felt the difficulty of starting a business.
"If Master was in this situation, would he be trapped?" Wu Meiniang couldn't help but reflect. However, she immediately shook her head. It wasn't that her master had never encountered a difficult situation. On the contrary, every time her master encountered a difficult situation, the situation was much more difficult than hers. However, every time, he could easily deal with it.
"If Master was here, what would he do?" Wu Meiniang's heart suddenly moved and she began to think in reverse.
"Mohist Machinery!"
Wu Meiniang's heart moved. The first thing he would do would be to transport the Mohist Machinery to the spinning workshop to save as much time as possible and achieve a more efficient spinning effect.
In addition to Mohist Machinery, her master would also apply the knowledge of a hundred other schools for Mohist Machinery. Even if it was a little improvement, it would have the effect of adding the finishing touch.
Wu Meiniang seemed to have opened a new door and suddenly became enlightened. At this moment, her mind burst with inspiration and thoughts like a spring. She locked herself in her room and closed the door to study.
A few days later, Wu Meiniang officially came out of seclusion. Ignoring the worried Mohist woman beside her, she simply washed up and went straight out of the city.
Wu Meiniang galloped along the brick road and soon arrived in front of a large workshop.
"Please report that Wu Meiniang of the Mohist Clan requests to see the weaver." Wu Meiniang dismounted and said loudly.
"Wu Meiniang of the Mohist Clan." When the gatekeeper heard this, he couldn't help but be shocked. In Chang 'an City, the Senior Sister of the Mohist Clan, Wu Meiniang, was a famous existence. Especially after the storm of King Jin's concubine selection, Wu Meiniang, everyone knew about her. and the gatekeeper didn't dare to delay and hurriedly went in to report.....
........... the weaver is truly fortunate!...... Not long after, a capable middle-aged woman appeared in front of Wu Meiniang. She was the famous weaver of Chang 'an City and controlled the largest cotton spinning workshop in Chang' an City.
Although the weaver controlled the largest market share in Chang 'an City, she didn't dare to underestimate Wu Meiniang. Firstly, the Senior Sister of the Mohist Clan was famous. Secondly, as far as she knew, Wu Meiniang was now her competitor. She also had a cotton spinning workshop. If it were anyone else, the weaver wouldn't be afraid. But Wu Meiniang, who was from the Mohist Clan, made her nervous. After all, the Mohist Clan's strength was absolutely superior to that of an ordinary workshop.
"Weaver is too polite. Mei Niang just entered the cotton spinning workshop and knows how difficult it is for a woman to start a business. Mei Niang really admires you for being able to establish a foothold in Chang 'an City on your own." Wu Meiniang complimented.
"Mei Niang is too kind. Mei Niang is a heroine. At such a young age, you are already famous in Chang 'an!" The weaver said modestly, but she was actually vigilant.
"Mei Niang is here today to discuss a business deal with you." Wu Meiniang straightforwardly stated the purpose of her visit.
"Oh! Mei Niang, please speak! "The weaver raised an eyebrow and waited for Wu Meiniang to continue.
"Mei Niang is building a new spinning machine that is powered by water. It can spin ten cotton threads at a time. One spinning machine is comparable to the work of ten female workers. Is Weaver interested?" Wu Meiniang said directly.
The water-powered spinning machine was the idea she came up with by reversing Meton's thinking. The biggest problem with the spinning machine was the problem of power. It required manual shaking, which was time-consuming and laborious. If the problem of power could be solved, it would greatly improve the efficiency. Meton's idea of using the power of heaven and earth made her instantly think of using water to replace manual labor.
"Really?" The weaver was shocked and said with a face full of surprise. She only had a few dozen spinning machines. If she had a water-powered spinning machine, her production capacity would increase by more than ten times.
However, the weaver was only moved for a moment. Then she smiled bitterly and shook her head. "Mei Niang really thinks too highly of me. You know the current situation of the textile industry in Chang 'an. Weaver can spin more cloth, but it will be in vain. There is no way to sell it in Chang' an."
Just like Wu Meiniang's analysis, the weaver understood that in a feudal society where men plowed and women weaved, spinning and weaving were essential skills for every household. The demand for commercially produced cloth was limited even in Chang 'an. The rich did not want it, but ordinary families could do it. Otherwise, with Wu Meiniang's talent, her cotton spinning workshop would not be on the verge of bankruptcy.
Wu Meiniang came prepared and said confidently, "Weaver, you are a little biased. You know that in Chang 'an, besides the middle-class families, there are hundreds of thousands of people who need to buy cloth."
"Hundreds of thousands of people? Really? " The weaver was shocked and looked at Wu Meiniang in disbelief. If there was a market of hundreds of thousands of people, her workshop would probably increase by several times.
"Of course. Haven't you heard of the famous' Song of the Mulan 'in Chang' an?" Wu Meiniang kept her in suspense.
"The army!" The weaver was moved. Chang 'an was the place with the most troops in the world. These soldiers were rich and did not know how to weave. Although they usually had clothes sent from home, it was not so convenient. Most of them still went to buy them.
"The Ma Family Village of Longxi specializes in making winter hats and cotton-padded clothes for the imperial court. Mei Niang can recommend you."
The weaver's breathing became heavy. The Ma Family Village was now making winter hats and clothes for the entire northern army. The amount of cotton and cloth needed was not small.
"As far as I know, the military is already preparing to reform the army. They will buy uniform and no longer let their families mail them. There are millions of soldiers in the Tang dynasty. Are you not interested?" Wu Meiniang tempted. Even 10% of the clothing of millions of people would be enough for the weaver to reach the sky.
The weaver's breathing stagnated. After a long time, she asked the biggest question in her heart.
"Why me? Since Mei Niang has the skills, the connections, and the cotton workshop in your hands, why don't you do it yourself? Instead, you give the benefits to the weaver." Wu Meiniang said bluntly, "Because I have no water power in Chang 'an. Because I want to give up the cotton workshop. More importantly, you and I are both women. By the way, I can give the market of the Mo Family Village to you."
The largest market of Wu Meiniang's cotton workshop was the Mo Family Village. Since Wu Meiniang gave up the cotton workshop, she would not give it to others.
"In this case, the weaver has no reason to refuse." The weaver finally nodded. The weaver was able to become the leader of the cotton textile industry in Chang 'an with her own strength. Naturally, she had some courage. She immediately ordered a batch of water-powered spinning machines.
The weaver never doubted whether Wu Meiniang was lying to her. If Wu Meiniang was lying to her, then Mo Jiazi would repay her tenfold.
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