When Wang Youzhen came over, he was holding a clay pot in his hand, which contained the cool well water dug from the village entrance well.

He walked to the side of grandpa with wood chips everywhere and quickly handed over the clay pot in his hand: "Grandpa, drink a little water."

Mr. Wang is tall, and the old man who has retreated from the border reveals a fierce aura all over his body.

Even though he is already sixty years old and his hair is gray, it still makes people feel very awe.

Such a fierce old man showed a kind smile when he saw his eldest son and grandson: "It's okay, grandpa will drink after he finishes this."

Wang Youzhen didn't dare to reveal the industrial knowledge in his mind to anyone, but he could have no reservations about his grandfather. He took out the drawings he had prepared long ago and handed them over: "Grandpa, after falling into the sea that day."

"My grandson went to Tiangong, lived there all his life, and learned a lot of knowledge."

Wang Youzhen was in a coma for only one day and spent his whole life in heaven.

Mr. Wang believed this nonsense.

The people of the Ming Dynasty believed that gods existed, and there was also an old saying in the world that had been around for thousands of years.

Mr. Wang’s exquisite carpenter skills are among the best in the villages, and he can see at a glance what is drawn on mulberry paper.

A single spinning machine.

This thing is very common, especially a single spinning machine. There are several in each ancestral hall in the village.

The salt steakers go to the salt pond to dry salt during the day, and the women wear yarn in the ancestral hall to supplement their household expenses.

But something strange is that there are many spindle shafts that wrap yarns in the spinning machine.

Mr. Wang counted it carefully several times, even though he was used to seeing all kinds of corpses and blood in the border, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

The spinning machine painted by his grandson Wang Youzhen can actually spin a hundred spindles of yarn.

While Mr. Wang was counting the spindles carefully, he was also checking whether this unprecedented spinning machine was feasible.

Standing there, checking for half the incense stick, Mr. Wang suddenly fell silent and stood without saying a word.

However, his right hand that had cut off the Eight Banners Tartars had trembled for the first time in these years.

After a bag of cigarettes.

Mr. Wang turned his face and his kind face appeared with an unprecedented seriousness: "Zheng'er, don't tell anyone about this."

"The Yinli involved in this is too amazing. If the news is leaked, our whole family will lose their lives."

Wang Youzhen would not know the benefits of this. It is also a spinning machine. This Jenny spinning machine that started the industrial revolution is one hundred times more efficient than that of the Ming spinning machine.

This shocking Jenny spinning machine is enough to make any bureaucratic and gentry kill Wang Youzhen's family.

After all, the Wang family is just a small ancestral temple in Yanding Village. It is easier to destroy the Wang family than to crush an ant.

Wang Youzhen nodded seriously: "The grandson understands."

Mr. Wang was at least an old man who retreated from the border. He was much more courageous than an ordinary old man in the countryside. He was not scared by this spinning machine that could cause family destruction. Instead, he thought about how to build it.

The scale of the spinning machine was marked on the mulberry paper. Mr. Wang took out an abacus and quickly calculated the price of silver in the material: "The planing of this spinning machine requires good oak, seven cents of silver per kilogram."

"In addition, cowhide and fine iron are needed. Raw yellow cowhide is the cheapest, and it costs three cents and six cents a piece of silver."

"The iron is slightly cheaper, and it costs three cents a pound of silver."

"If grandpa created it himself, ICBC doesn't need to be included. All the materials and silver are added together, and it costs at least ten taels of silver."

Ten taels of silver may not be much for bureaucrats and gentry, but for 90% of the people in the Ming Dynasty, it is an astronomical amount.

A pig is only one or five cents of silver, and a cow is only eight cents of silver.

Build a Jenny spinning machine enough to buy a cow and a pig, and it's still surplus.

No matter how exquisite the carpenter skills of Mr. Wang are, they cannot withstand many children at home, and they are very grateful that they can barely maintain food and clothing.

When Wang Youzhen saw that his grandfather was silent again, he knew what his grandfather was thinking, and smiled and said, "Grandpa, grandson has money."

"There are one hundred taels of silver."

One hundred taels of silver?

When Mr. Wang heard this astronomical number, he was not surprised, but instead began to be serious.

It’s okay to say that one hundred taels of silver is too much.

After thinking about it, Mr. Wang suddenly thought of a possibility: "Zhener, have you moved it away..."

I won’t say halfway, and I don’t need to say more about the next words.

Wang Youzhen nodded seriously.

As for why the eldest son and grandson moved the thousand-pound iron millstone away, Mr. Wang would not care about it, and a laugh appeared on his old face.

The grandson is really capable.

With the money at home, the next thing is much easier to do, and I buy all kinds of materials to create things.

Wang Youzhen immediately rushed back, dug out a clay pot from the corner of the yard, carried it to the ancestral hall and handed it to his grandfather.

Mr. Wang carefully hid the clay pot in the ancestral hall, tried hard to hold his smile, hummed fisherman's song and trotted all the way away.

Wang Youzhen was in a good mood when he looked at his grandfather who had disappeared on the dirt road in the countryside.

With this Jenny spinning machine that is far beyond the age, both in terms of silver and output.

A workshop that crushes all bureaucratic and gentry.
Chapter completed!