The Han women do not believe it, but the Dukes believe it.

Looking at the entire Tang Dynasty, who doesn’t know Han Yue’s ability to make money now? Although the young man in front of him is not very old, he is called the God of Wealth among the people.

What's wrong with everyone making hundreds of stale money?

Since the God of Wealth dares to say that, he will definitely be able to do it.

"Prince, I wonder what industry you are going to start?"

Liu Hongji is the most shameless guy, and he said with a saliva: "Although I, Old Liu, is a rough man, my heart is the softest. Can the prince ask me to invest some money and be the only one who helps the Han girl overcome the difficulties..."

He deliberately twisted, "You know, I am the softest in my heart, I feel very sorry for these girls!"

"Bah!" Li Jing suddenly spitted on the ground, with obvious contempt on his face.

Liu Hongji is not even a bird, Li Jing, this guy squirted directly when he turned his eyes and said loudly: "Duke Wei Guo is not happy? I dare to vomit my saliva. If you have the seed, you will keep holding on. Don't invest in the prince's new industry if you kill him..."

Li Jing was slightly stunned. He subconsciously turned his head to look at the surrounding dukes and found that although everyone looked at Liu Hongji with contempt, no one laughed at this guy.

The Dukes all looked at Han Yue with great gaze, and they clearly wanted to invest.

Li Jing felt a sudden heart and suddenly laughed: "I led a million troops to support me. How could King Zhao of Xifu not give me a chance?"

Liu Hongji curled his lips and said angrily: "You guy is also a money fan!"

Li Jing smiled and stopped fighting.

Han Yue didn't care about the quarrels between the dukes. He held the Han girl and suddenly pointed to the flock of sheep outside the camp, saying softly: "Sister, you have been grazing in the grassland for many years. You should know a lot about cattle and sheep. I'll ask you now, do you feel that the wool is soft?"

"Soft!"

"Is it warm?"

"Of course warm!"

Han Yue nodded and continued, "Then I ask you, how do you use these wool?"

The Han girl was stunned for a long time before she replied: "The cattle and sheep in the tribe are all wealth, and we are not qualified to use it."

This time, Han Yue was in a daze. He looked at the pale and thin face of the Han girl, and suddenly felt sad.

He forgot one thing: cattle and sheep on the grassland are wealth, but Han girls just work hard, and their value is not as valuable as a sheep.

"Negotiable, we actually used wool as well..."

The Han girl suddenly spoke in a low voice. She lowered her head shyly, and said like a mosquito and flies: "In summer, cattle and sheep will have leg hair. After the Turks occupied my slave, they will occasionally give me some rewards. The slave collects wool and sews it with rags. In winter, it can be used as a quilt to cover it."

Han Yue sighed, and he suddenly held the palm of the Han girl tightly and shouted: "Don't cover those broken quilts in the future, these wools are of great use."

“Is wool of great use?”

"Not bad, it's very useful!" Han Yuezheng pointed his head and said softly: "I can make a loom that can weave wool into threads, then knit into soft sweaters, knit into luxurious blankets, and even knit into exquisite underwear and panties to sell to wealthy families..."

The Han girl's eyes were shining and she couldn't help looking at the flock of sheep in the distance.

Han Yue looked at these suffering women and encouraged him, "My Han sisters are the most skillful. Now let me tell you if you have the confidence to do this job well."

"I have confidence, I have confidence!" The Han girl nodded repeatedly and said loudly: "Although I have been in the grassland for many years, I have been taught by my mother since I was a child to be a girl. I can weave cloth and do embroidery..."

Han Yue nodded and turned to the Han girl around him and said, "Now I tell you that the industry I want to start is called Textile Industry. This is an industry that can be robbed money. It is no problem to earn hundreds of taxes a year. Can you do this work, will you do this work, and whether you dare to do this work?"

After asking three questions, the Han girls cheered in unison.

In ancient times, women had to learn needlework at the age of five or six. From the daughters of nobles in the royal palace to poor families, all women would sew clothes by themselves. This is a must-have life skill for the daughters of the Han family.

The Han girls cheered, but the Dukes saw great wealth.

Liu Hongji is the most greedy for money. While swallowing his saliva, this guy asked Han Yue in a low voice: "Prince, is this wool textile business reliable?"

"What do you think?" Han Yue asked back.

Liu Hongji smiled embarrassedly, and suddenly started calculating with his fingers, happily saying: "The flocks of sheep on the grassland have thousands of legs and hairs in summer and will grow in winter, so wool is not valuable and there is almost no business..."

He glanced at Han Yue and said carefully: "Now there is only one thing that cannot be confirmed. Will anyone buy this wool-made clothes?

Han Yue laughed and said lightly: "I have worn this kind of clothes and covered a wool blanket. This kind of thing not only keeps warm and cold, but also has a soft and comfortable touch. As long as we make it, it will inevitably become popular in the entire Tang Dynasty..."

He stopped here and said, "The Tang Dynasty is second, the key to the Western Regions, the grasslands, and the Liaodong. The weather in these places is bitter and cold. We can sell wool products and sell them. The export business is the most violent. I guarantee that everyone will make a fortune."

Liu Hongji gusted in his throat, and this guy was constantly swallowing his saliva.

Li Jie suddenly spoke and asked, "I wonder how many sheep's wool is needed to weave a sweater?" This question came to the point, involving the business knowledge of input-output.

Han Yue looked at him and pondered: "Based on the height of an adult man, a sweater requires about four sheep's wool."

"Where is the selling price?" Li Jie asked again, and said with a serious look on his face: "How much is the price the prince is going to sell? This matter is related to the profit of the industry..."

Han Yue thought about it and found that a pure wool sweater in later generations costs about a few hundred yuan, which is equivalent to about half a tael of silver in the Tang Dynasty. It is almost the same as copper coins.

Considering that the economy is not very developed in this era, Han Yue quietly gave a discount. He slowly stretched out five fingers and said lightly: "I just calculated carefully that a sweater can be sold for this number..."

"Fifty-month?" Li Jie looked surprised.

Han Yue sneered and said, "The British Duke is not generous enough. You should double the price ten times, 500 yuan!"

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Li Jie gasped and murmured: "Isn't that half a penthouse more than a half penthouse?"

Although it was said that one thousand essays were the same as the one in ancient times, it was considered eight hundred essays when it was actually circulated. If a sweater is sold for 500 essays, it would be more than half a essay.

"Don't joke about King Zhao of Xifu. This matter involves industrial income, so you must not talk about it in a big way."

Han Yue laughed and pointed at the robe on Li Jie's body and said, "Duke British, how much does it cost to make a brocade robe?"

Li Jie subconsciously lowered his head and pondered: "This robe was sewn by the old couple. Handmade is not a lot of money, but the fabric is indeed purchased. Three robes were sewn with silk."

Han Yue nodded and suddenly said, "Then I ask you, how much does it cost to buy a high-quality silk?"

"About ten guan..." Li Ji blurted out, and before he finished speaking, he was stunned and murmured: "In this way, the cost of this robe can cost at least three guan!"

"Your robe is worth three guan, but it is definitely not as comfortable as a sweater!" Han Yue smiled slightly and said lightly: "What is the price of a sweater? We only sell half a guan..."

Li Ji nodded repeatedly, finally said with joy, "The price is cheaper than brocade robes, but it is more comfortable to wear than brocade robes. Now I am confident that your wool industry will definitely make a fortune!"

Han Yue laughed, he looked up at the sky, and said with memories: "That's nature, I can't afford to wear a pure sweater if I wanted to..."

A young girl next to her suppressed her shyness and said, "Neither Prince, after you set up a workshop, I want to knit you the most beautiful sweater in the Tang Dynasty. Do you dare to ask for it and wear it?"

Han Yue laughed and deliberately joked: "As long as you don't chase me and let me mess around, I dare to ask anyone who gives me a sweater..."

The young woman around her laughed, and the girl's face turned red and said, "Since you want to wear my sweater, you have to give me a child. The little girl has no relatives at home and needs a child to support me."

Such bold seduction made Han Yue blush and his neck thick.

At this moment, the first Han girl who was pulled up by Han Yue suddenly changed her face and said in a crying voice: "I just thought of something that cattle and sheep are the wealth of the Turks, and they will never make textiles for us!"

As soon as he said this, the Han women around him also changed their color, and some of them were so weak that they couldn't help crying again.

Without wool, textiles cannot be made.

If you can't do textiles, you will definitely not be able to make money.

If they can't make money, they will still go hungry when they return to the Central Plains.
Chapter completed!