"The machine I'm talking about cannot be made in a day and a half."
Zhou Peirong looked helpless and scolded Wenxi in a low voice, but still let Wenxi pull him and left the house.
Jin Yueru and Li Yulian also followed immediately, and the others were also unwilling to lag behind.
Speechless along the way!
Soon, everyone arrived at the place chosen by Zhou Peirong.
After resting for a while, Zhou Peirong found a few familiar carpenters and handed them some drawings.
"You just need to follow the data above and make the parts I want."
"You don't need to worry about other things!"
Zhou Peirong said to these carpenters with a smile on his face.
After listening to Zhou Peirong's words, these carpenters didn't mind at all.
Those who are carpenters naturally understand the importance of inheritance and drawings.
If it were them, they would definitely not hand over important drawings to others easily.
It is very rare for Zhou Peirong to allow them to participate in the production.
You know, even if many carpenters die, they will not be able to hand over their proud works to others to make them.
Under Zhou Peirong's arrangement, the carpenters quickly began production.
As the saying goes, when everyone adds firewood, the flames rise!
With so many carpenters working together, it only took three days to assemble all the parts for the cotton stripping machine and the new loom.
At this time, it was finally time for Zhou Peirong to appear again.
People present were very surprised when they saw Zhou Peirong assembling various parts together with ease.
Especially the two brothers Wenxi and Wenzhuo.
Looking at the take-off machines and looms that were gradually taking shape, their eyes were full of emotion, and their faces were filled with expressions of reminiscence.
Obviously, they thought about everything they had in the Wen family and felt emotional.
After waiting patiently for a while, Zhou Peirong finally assembled the doffing machine and loom.
Of course!
Zhou Peirong has also prepared other tools for spinning cotton thread.
Following Zhou Peirong's order, bags of cotton were delivered and filled into the doffing machine by Zhou Peirong.
"Look, I'm going to start the operation!"
Zhou Peirong reminded everyone, and then controlled the machine and started processing cotton.
This process of handling cotton is very boring, so Jin Yueru and others naturally have no interest in it.
On the other hand, the two daughters, Li Yulian and Wenxi, studied extremely seriously.
Especially Wenxi.
This little girl's talent is really high.
She just watched it for a short time and already basically grasped the trick.
Despite this, she couldn't wait and pulled Zhou Peirong aside and stood next to the cotton doffing machine.
"Cousin, please get out of the way first and let me try!"
"I knew you would be like this!"
Zhou Peirong did not stop the little girl, but allowed her to do whatever she wanted.
Don't tell me!
Except for being a little rusty at the beginning and making some mistakes.
In the following time, the little girl performed very well.
"The reputation of this cloth-art family's genius is indeed not given for granted!"
Jin Yueru nodded repeatedly and did not hesitate to praise him at all.
The little girl was elated when she heard Jin Yueru's praise.
"Since I have performed so well, cousin, can your textile factory be managed by me in the future?"
The little girl looked forward to it and asked Zhou Peirong eagerly.
"Here you go!"
Zhou Peirong looked doting on his face and nodded to the little girl.
"From now on, this textile factory will be handed over to you two brothers and sisters."
"I hope you will take good care of this industry and never let me down."
"Don't worry, I have the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the Wen family on my shoulders!"
"I, Wenxi, will definitely do my best to run this textile factory well, and I will never let you down, cousin."
Wenxi rarely put on a solemn expression, patted her chest and repeatedly reassured Zhou Peirong.
That serious look made Zhou Peirong and others laugh.
After laughing and joking for a while, Zhou Peirong finally handed over the management of the textile factory to Wenxi.
But now, there are only two brothers and sisters, Wenxi and Wenzhuo, in the textile factory.
Even though Wenxi was given great power by Zhou Peirong, strictly speaking, she was still just a polished commander.
But the little girl didn't care about it at all. Instead, she was extremely active and ran to the textile factory on time every day.
However, it was precisely because of Wenxi's enthusiasm that Zhou Peirong's progress in building the textile factory was greatly improved.
On this day, almost all the women in Xifeng Town, big and small, who were nimble with their hands and feet, were brought to the textile factory.
Wenxi was in high spirits, standing on a high platform beside the square in the textile factory, and began to lecture in a serious manner.
Not far away, Zhou Peirong and others were watching quietly.
Zhou Peirong and others are still very satisfied with the little girl's performance.
"You made the right choice by arranging this little girl to be the administrator of the textile factory."
Jin Yueru looked at Zhou Peirong with a smile, and a slightly emotional voice came from her mouth.
"How could my cousin, Zhou Peirong, be so bad?"
Zhou Peirong smiled proudly, with a proud expression on his face.
"You said you were fat and you still had asthma!"
Jin Yueru gave Zhou Peirong a blank look, but she had no intention of dwelling on this matter.
After a brief silence, Jin Yueru asked softly: "You don't seem to have much cotton reserves! What will you do when the cotton is used up?"
I know you have cotton seeds, but it seems like it will take a long time for the cotton to mature, right?
There is no production of raw materials during this period, which is a very serious problem, and you have to think of countermeasures in advance."
"Don't worry, I have already thought of a countermeasure for this."
Zhou Peirong smiled confidently, but the next second he suddenly changed the topic and asked Jin Yueru in a low voice.
"Ms. Jin, do you know what hunger marketing is?"
"If you ask me this kind of question, do you think you can get the answer?"
Jin Yueru glared at Zhou Peirong and growled angrily in a low voice.
"Well……"
Zhou Peirong wiped his nose, smiled awkwardly, and then explained the meaning of "hunger marketing" seriously.
After listening to Zhou Peirong's explanation, Jin Yueru's eyes lit up and she immediately thought of many things.
And her admiration for Zhou Peirong increased even more.
"I really want to open your Tianling Cap and see what's in your head."
"You can actually think of such an idea. I am convinced by you now!"