This time, Wang Hou was really embarrassed and lost power! He was shocked by Ke Bi Neng, a barbarian, as if Guan Yu, and went to the meeting alone.

"Here! Please!"

Although the plan for the wool weaving of the fine wool sheep was not launched last year, and the first phase of investment was invested in the Yuwen Ministry Bone Ceramics Industrial Park in Liucheng, it does not mean that Wang Hou forgot about this matter. The more than 100 fine wool sheep that were only selected from hundreds of thousands of sheep were opened by Wang Hou in Beizhen at the foot of Yiwulu Mountain, and a technical team was specially drawn out among the production elites of Rizhao cotton textile base to study how to weave wool into wool.

He took Ke Bineng to this small sheep breeding base that day. In front of a cement courtyard, Wang Hou reached out and asked the technical robber to go first.

Without any enlightenment to walk with a great time traveler, the grassland hero also dismounted without any hesitation. He stretched out his hand and pushed open the red painted iron gate that was the same as the factory door of a peasant brother in later generations.

The scene inside made the grassland hero unable to help but feel dazed.

The kind of ethnic reciprocity that Wang Hou wanted was completely realized here. The workers in this breeding farm include Han people, Wuhuan people and Xianbei people. They can clearly distinguish their appearance and clothing, but everyone is integrated and working hard for the same job.

At this time, the fine-haired sheep sheep that had been raised had grown again. More than a dozen sheep that had been used to being pulled by the sheep pen were led by the workers. They enjoyed the "Tony" teacher's feeding service without hesitation. As the scissors clattered, the wool fell off one after another.

In fact, if you understand a little, you will understand it all. Wool spinning is not much harder than cotton spinning. The key is how to turn the messy wool into a fluffy state like cotton balls.

When dealing with cotton, weavers use elastics, while handling wool requires a little more effort, that is, washing and combing!

It is said that within seven steps of the venomous snakes, the antidote that must grow, is so perfectly matched with the northwest. Wang Hou is a little proud, while Ke Bineng's brows were slightly tightened, and the large wool cut was stuffed into hot water by the workers, sprinkled with alkaline surfaces, and washed vigorously.

Wang Hou was so sleepy about such a boring process that he was bored. He simply ordered someone to bring another sheep nearby. Thanks to the cumin powder brought back by Zhang Qian, the Hou Bowang, and mixed with the Bashu vine pepper powder that replaced the pepper noodles. Wang Hou actually hummed a little tune and roasted the whole sheep.

But he is worthy of being Ke Bineng. He, a wild grassland man, can stand his temper, and he doesn't even blink. He pays attention to every step of his washing, and watches the wool with his own eyes wash from a distance, which is slightly yellow and black, until it is as white as cotton. Then he is picked up by the workers and dried it. Then he uses a tiny steel needle and an extra dense wool comb, and then combed it into large batches of wool wool like cotton candy.

Finally, it was weaving. More than a dozen women of all ethnic groups sat on the ground. The spinning wheel that often appears in Eastern or Western movies was stepped on by them with their feet, but in their hands there was a trace of wool floss on their hands with special patience. As the flywheel was rotating, the wool floss that were originally large and large tightened and quickly became the most familiar thread among the people in the Central Plains. Bundles of various models, thick or thin wool floss, became shapes.

These threads can also be woven into cotton cloth, silk-like cloth, but Wang Hou's own preferences still like to make thick threads, just like when Wang Hou was a child, his mother sat on the kang in winter and weaved it with long needles, so that several of his prodigal daughters-in-law knitted sweaters for him.

This head of Kebi was stunned when he looked at the woven cotton thread. After the mutton was finished, Wang Hou took off his coat and knitted it out for him. He also showed the cotton coat with a cute image. He held a heavy lamb leg and greeted him with a smile.

"Brother Ke Bineng, sharpening a knife will not delay chopping wood. Let's fill your stomach first!"

"These..., give all these female workers to me Xianbei! Since then, Xianbei has been your most determined ally of General Wang!"

The most precious and popular goods of the Han people on the grassland in this era were silk. They were really products that could compete with silk. Ke Bineng even trembled, and his voice was distorted. He turned around like he woke up from a dream and gestured to Wang Hou excitedly.

Who knew that Wang Hou was not anxious at all now. The sharp cutter produced in Ma'anshan cut into the tender and delicious sheep shoulder meat, and turned it into his mouth. He enjoyed the delicious food all the time. While he was reacting, he hummed with a shaking head.

"Even if you give it to you, it's useless!"

"General Wang, do you want to break your promise? Do you really want to fight a tug-of-war with my Great Xianbei warriors?"

"Even if you spun cloth! How to sell it? Do business with the gentry in Guanzhong, Bingzhou? You can try it. Those guys who are so cruel that they are inferior to themselves must put the price down to the point where the beggars cry. Hetao South Huns? They are more interested, but are you short of cattle and sheep?"

"And there are Western Regions. Either the merchants under your command have to turn two more circles than those bearded men, or you have to use a knife to force them to give a fair price, but it is no different from the cavalry who directly robs you!"

"In addition, will you manage the construction of factories? Will you organize production? How to upgrade quality? How to form a caravan to distribute the results! How to benefit all parts of Xianbei? Have you thought about it?"

Nomads and nomads are also different. Just like the Arabs, they seem to have this kind of business talent, while the nomad tribes active in the desert, the northern and northern deserts, and the grasslands of Central Asia and West Asia are better at playing tricks. Kublai Khan established the Yuan Dynasty court and the four brilliant Khanate countries in Mongolia, almost all had to entrust finance to Semu people to manage.

There are also Mongolian princes in the late Qing Dynasty, which also allowed Shanxi merchants to play around. Many Mongolian princes and princes even lost their business and were in debt.

Wang Houyi's terminology, Ke Bineng is really two rounds of mind. Even if he had asked the Central Plains gentry for advice, this set of Tao Zhugong's theory, the gentry who was farming and studying and passing on the family traditions still had ten or even nine orifices, but they didn't know anything.

"Then, what advice does the general have?"

"I can give you wool textiles! But I can't give them to you for free, I have to make a profit in it!"

"Building a city on the grassland, the fine wool sheep are handed over to the Xianbei tribe for breeding. After shaving the hair, they are sent to the grassland city for processing textiles. This part of the manpower is also produced by the Xianbei, preferably female workers. You Xianbei men are really lazy and annoyed me! In terms of business, we are the Han people. You can also send Xianbei nobles to follow the management and learn, but! You can't mess up the rules and dare to block my wealth. I will let you fight out. Don't blame me for not saying hello to you at that time!"

"As for marketing, I am responsible for selling it. From Liaodong vendors to the entire Han Empire, wool cloth and wool are sold. However, the profits are half the profits in Liaodong!"

"No, I will give you 20% at most!"

"Hey! Then start the war!"

In front of Yinzi, Wang Hou didn't let him go, his eyes were full of fire, and the two black-hearted heroes were all pushing their heads together, and the lightning was creaking in their eyes, like two goats in heat...
Chapter completed!