Ming Dynasty: I risked my life to teach the prince, the emperor begged me not to die

Chapter 315 Shocking the Fu Family Father and Son

Jiangxi, Linjiang Prefecture.

On the tenth day of May, after Fu Yuan received Chen Ce's letter, he began to work intensively to manufacture a new type of textile machine according to the drawings in Chen Ce's letter.

Although Fu Yuan was extremely smart and could manufacture a new type of textile machine according to Chen Ce's drawings, Fu Han did not quite believe what Chen Ce said.

He couldn't believe what kind of textile machine could produce 100,000 pieces of cloth in just half a month.

Fu Yuan has fully recovered these days. His previous depressed mood is gone, replaced by confidence and excitement.

He said to Fu Han, "Father, he has never been a person who likes to brag. He either keeps silent or speaks out. Once he speaks, anything you think is impossible will become possible in his hands."

"Don't think that anything is impossible in this world just because of your ignorance. If one day Chen Chunjian told me that people can fly in the sky, I would believe him 100%!"

Fu Han: “…”

His son has always been conceited and proud, and has never praised anyone so unconditionally. Fu Han really doesn't know what charm Chen Ce has that can make the proud and conceited Fu Yuan trust him so much.

Fu Yuan looked at the exquisite loom that had just been made. He asked Fu Han, "Dad, under normal circumstances, how many rolls of cloth can a loom weave in half an hour?"

Before Fu Han could speak, the second brother Fu Wan said, "Brother, I know this. Under normal circumstances, there are no more than three or five horses."

Fu Yuan nodded and said, "Then how much do you think this loom can weave in half an hour?"

Fu Wan guessed, "Seven or eight?"

Fu Yuan shook his head and said with a smile: "I don't know either."

amount.

Big brother, do you still have time to joke? There is still half a month left. If we can't produce 100,000 pieces of cloth by then, the government will definitely punish us for delaying the tribute to the royal family. We can't afford this punishment!

My father is no longer a popular figure. When he was in the Ministry of Rites, perhaps this was not a big deal. But now that he is no longer an official, who will give him face?
A small prefect now dares to collude with businessmen to target our Fu family. If the task is not completed, the family property of the Fu family may be completely swallowed up!
"We'll see."

Fu Yuan ordered the embroiderer to start weaving cloth with the new loom. He did not stay to check, but took Fu Han and Fu Wan to the central hall to drink tea.

This half hour was not a long time, but for Fu Han and Fu Wan it felt like a year.

They are not like Fu Yuan, who has unconditional trust in Chen Ce. This concerns the future life and death of the Fu family. How can they remain calm?

Fu Han wanted to check on the progress of the weaving several times, but was stopped by Fu Yuan. Fu Yuan told Fu Han not to disturb the embroiderer and let her concentrate on weaving. He just wanted to see how many pieces of cloth could be woven in half an hour.

As the ticking sound of the night watch continued to be heard, the long wait was finally over. Half an hour later, the servant of the Fu family hurriedly brought the embroiderer to the central hall with a shocked look on her face.

Fu Han asked impatiently, "How many pieces of cloth have you woven?"

The Fu family's steward stuttered as he spoke to Fu Han, "Master... forty, forty horses."

Fu Han seemed to think he had heard it wrong, and asked in surprise: "Fourteen or forty?"

"Forty horses! Forty whole horses!"

After saying this, Fu Han was stunned with astonishment, and the teacup that Fu Wan had just held fell to the ground with a thud.

No matter how good Fu Yuan's mood was, he couldn't help but open his mouth in shock!
Half an hour ago, Fu Wancai said that the efficiency of a traditional textile machine is only three to five horses in half an hour.

It has increased eightfold! A full eightfold!

Who wouldn't be shocked by this?
Fu Yuan swallowed his saliva. Although he had already imagined this result, he couldn't help but said, "Chen Chunjian! You monster!"

He was convinced, completely convinced. Chen Ce was really a monster, why did he know everything?
The Fu family was clearly in a dead end this time. Fu Yuan, who always prided himself on being extremely smart, was helpless and even nearly committed suicide from the blow.

But Chen Ce just wrote a letter, and the seemingly dead end situation was easily solved.

If this isn’t a monster, then what is it?
Forty pieces of cloth in half an hour, eighty pieces in an hour, one hundred and six pieces in twelve hours a day, one thousand five hundred pieces in half a month. We only need to build one hundred more such textile machines, and we can weave one hundred thousand pieces of cloth in half a month!

The Fu family is not short of money for the time being. Although it costs money to manufacture one hundred of these new textile machines, it is a drop in the bucket for the Fu family!
"Recruiting!"

Fu Yuan spoke immediately, but his father Fu Han and his second brother Fu Wan were still immersed in shock and did not hear what Fu Yuan said at all.

Fu Yuan kicked the second brother on the butt and shouted, "What are you standing there for? Go get some work!"

Fu Wan: "Ah? What are you doing?"

Fu Yuan was speechless and said, "First, find some craftsmen and ask them to produce 100 of these textile machines. Give them huge profits, and ask them to commit suicide after the production is completed."

Fu Yuan is not a good person, so he would naturally not let anyone outside know about the technology of this textile machine.

There will always be brave men under a big reward. As long as the money offered is enough, there will definitely be poor people willing to risk their lives.

"Second, recruit embroiderers. The more the better!"

He needed more embroiderers to work for him in shifts twelve hours a day. Only in this way could he meet the demand for 100,000 pieces of cloth by the end of the month.

"Oh...ohh!"

Fu Wan finally reacted at this time and said with great joy: "Big, big brother, are we saved?"

Fu Yuan said: "Nonsense, don't even look at who made the move!"

Fu Wan: “…”

You were not like this before. You were really desperate before. Besides, when you said this, I would think you were bragging. It wasn't you who did it, so why are you showing off?

Fu Han finally reacted at this moment, still unable to hold back his saliva as he stared at Fu Yuan in astonishment and said, "This...he...Chen Ce..."

Fu Yuan smiled slightly and said, "Father, I told you, as long as he is willing to take action, there is no situation that cannot be solved."

Fu Han: "You didn't deliberately seek death before, just waiting for Chen Ce to make a move, right?"

Fu Yuan chuckled and said, "If I don't deceive my father first, how can I make Chen Ce believe what I said?"

Having said that, who can tell whether he really wants to commit suicide or deliberately uses death to force Chen Ce to take action?

But no matter what, Fu Yuan's trust in Chen Ce is absolutely genuine.

Fu Han sighed and said, "That kid is really capable of doing things that others cannot do! Such a great benefit is just given to you for nothing?"

"He has no conditions?"

Fu Yuan shook his head: "No."

That doesn't make sense. We can make this textile machine, but Chen Ce can't? Knowing that it would bring such huge benefits, why would he give it to you for free?
You said that the other party is a monster, so he shouldn't be so kind-hearted, right?

Fu Yuan had the same doubts in his mind, and he couldn't figure it out either. In the end, he could only say, "Maybe his ambitions are higher? He's detached from worldly fame and fortune?"

(End of this chapter)