When rolling out wool, Xu Ping eliminated the process of squirting cotton here, and directly used a machine to card and then spin. After coarse spinning, worsted spinning, and the cotton yarn became thinner and thinner.

Xu Ping's previous life used branches to represent the fineness of cotton yarn. Although there were metric units, they were used to using the English system. Xu Ping didn't understand those at all, so he created another set, using how many rulers a or two of cotton yarn was used to represent. This number is quite huge and inconvenient to use. He could only wait until the subsequent weight and weighing system is accurate before thinking about a solution.

The spinning requirements for power are much higher. If it is difficult to use animal power, it is still possible to pedal with human feet. It is still a person who is riding a bicycle, pedaling the winch and uses gear transmission belt to transport the spinning wheel.

Looking at the nearly twenty spindles running at the spinning wheel at the same time, Cai Qi and the officials glared. They could spin cotton yarn like this or spin him like this. This efficiency is much higher than that of a hand-cranked spinning wheel.

The reason why spinning wheels could only be operated by a single person in the past was that some movements required manual work. Xu Ping used machinery to connect these movements, and the severity would be increased in an instant. If there was stable power, such as hydraulic power, these spinning machines could be very huge and their efficiency would be amazing.

After looking at it for a while, Cai Qi couldn't help but ask Xu Ping: "I wonder if this kind of spinning machine can be used to weave silk thread?"

"Yes, yes, but where can I go to collect silk and hemp for spinning? The peasant women in the countryside make some money by spinning and weaving in their spare time. How many of them can be sold after the imperial taxes?"

Cai Qi nodded and shook his head again: "Then you can also make this spinning machine smaller, so as to save countless efforts from the Weaver Girl."

"Of course, it's OK. In one or two years, the Sansi people will do it."

Xu Ping said, feeling helpless. Under natural economic conditions, there is a large amount of surplus labor in the countryside, and the cost of these labor is extremely low. When textile machinery is made, people in this era first think about whether they can be miniaturized so that small farmers can operate it. It is quite difficult to compete with these people with a completely commercialized factory.

This is the characteristic of China's economy. Not to mention this era, Xu Ping also faced the same problem in his previous life. When introducing large agricultural machinery abroad, the problem he faced first was not imitation production, but miniaturization. If it was not miniaturized, there would be no market in China. Once it was miniaturized, industrialization would face fierce competition from the small peasant economy.

It is not something that can be completed in decades or a hundred years to destroy the production model in the countryside. The only thing that can be done is to make what farmers produce become commodities. More labor is condensed into the products, and it will have higher value. It is not cost-effective to wear them themselves. They would rather sell what they make and then buy industrial products.

The purer the handmade ones are, the more expensive it is, and the more mass-produced ones are, the cheaper it is. This is the logic of the commodity economy. Only in this way can smooth commodity circulation be formed and farmers can also participate in the commercial chain.

From the very beginning, Xu Ping's positioning of the cotton textile industry was to replace the handmade hemp textile industry, rather than replace silk. Silk has its own production logic, and it is estimated that it will last for a long time after the industrial production of cotton cloth.

However, with the circulation of cotton cloth, it may take decades for the Song Dynasty to emphasize pure nature and hand-weaving. Perhaps, there will be special merchants who will collect local goods from rural areas and sell them to the city at high prices.

What the officials are most interested in is the spinning process, and they are not so interested in the cloth woven like flowing water behind. As the same goes, these mechanical cloths are not exquisite enough and cannot be compared with the silk products on the market. The mechanization of jacquard weaving technology is quite complex and far from being able to complete by Xu Ping alone. This problem can only be solved by taking longer time and the natural development of technology.

The limitations of the times, the benefits brought by the officials to improve labor efficiency are only a sentimental person who knows, and cannot look at this question from a theoretical perspective. For the government, cloth comes from a tax revenue, and does not require any cost at all. More production is more than less production, and it is only meaningful when cloth is money like copper coins. But cotton cloth obviously cannot be used as currency like silk, and its value in their eyes is not as great as Xu Ping thought.

Only when wealth is created by human labor becomes a consensus, the significance of the enlightenment and improvement of labor tools, and the improvement of labor productivity can it become a rational understanding and clearly know what this means.

By accompanying everyone to visit these machines, Xu Ping could clearly feel a sense of alienation in understanding and a loneliness from the deepest part of his heart. It was not that these people were not smart enough, but that this misalignment in understanding was condensed by a thousand times. Even the genius could not cross a thousand years in one step.

Simply speaking, it is very good to change people's thoughts at this time. The smarter the people are, the more they have their own inner persistence and the more they can be convinced. Jinshi who can stand out from tens of thousands of candidates, without fools, wants them to change their existing views, it is not possible to rely on their mouths. In fact, most of them have more words than Xu Ping. Only by using the reality that has been born in society and is about to be born can their eyes penetrate the fog of thousands of years.

Outside the Sour Jujube Gate, Qiao Datou helped Fan Yangli, who was covered with holes on his head, and tidyed the rags with flesh exposed everywhere on his body. He raised his head and walked towards the city gate with his chest.

A soldier guarding the city had sharp eyes and rushed up, grabbed Qiao Datou, pulled him aside, and threw him to the ground.

Qiao Datou suddenly jumped from the ground, stared at the big eyes, and shouted at the soldier: "You birdie, why do you want to throw your grandpa? Are you going to be beaten?!"

The soldier was startled, took a step back, held his waist knife, and said viciously: "This is the capital, can a cat and a dog enter at will? Who are you? Where are you?"

"Grandpa is from Bingzhou and comes from Mount Wutai. I tell you, I have military information here, don't block my way! Be careful that the officials will blame you in the future, and you who guard the city gate will not be able to afford it!"

The soldier laughed to the sky: "A thief beggar dares to say that there is any military intelligence! I think you are crazy about gaining and losing! Get out of here, go back wherever you come from, don't come to the capital to make trouble!"

Qiao Datou is a fool, who can stop him whoever is sure of things? When Chen Zhen was honest in the past, he still listened to his words. When Chen Zhen left, the world was big, and I was the biggest in the world. A red man dared to shout at him?

After coming up vigorously, Qiao Datou ignored the soldier and took big steps and broke into the city gate.

"Oh, I've rebelled against you! Brothers, come on together and take this thief beggar!"

The soldier greeted him, and watched the city gate surge upwards, pressing Qiao Datou to the ground.

Qiao Datou struggled desperately, but after being kicked a few times, he was not only dissatisfied, but also struggled even harder.

The gatekeeper who was resting in the city gate heard the noise and hurriedly ran out, looked at Qiao Datou on the ground, and asked, "What's going on? What's the noise? Who dares to do whatever he wants at the foot of the emperor!"

Bing Ding reported: "This guy on the ground said he was from Bingzhou and came from Mount Wutai. He looked like he was dressed in a mess. He was obviously a beggar. Who knew what bad things he was going to do when he entered the capital? The little guy looked like he was not a road and took him down. This guy was not convinced and shouted to fight and kill on the ground!"

While speaking, Bing Ding kicked Qiao Datou, who was twisting on the ground.

The gatekeeper looked around and saw that it was the hottest time of the day, and there were almost no pedestrians on the road. He said to the soldier: "Tie this guy, don't let him commit crimes. Take him to the city gate and I will interrogate him slowly."

The soldier agreed and took the rope, tied Qiao Datou's hand tightly. While cursing, he pushed into the city gate.

The ward jailer returned to the back of his table and sat down, took a sip of tea, and saw the blue veins on Qiao Da's forehead swelling, and he was desperate to break the rope on his hand.

"Puchi" the sect official laughed, "You guy is so stupid! The hemp rope is extremely strong. No matter how strong a thief is, he has to let me enjoy it with his hands. You guy actually want to break free!"

Qiao Datou shouted: "Let me go, and let me go with my grandfather with my real ability!"

"Shut up your beak and go back to the quarter-level level!" The soldier next to him raised his legs and kicked Qiao Datou's butt.

The gatekeeper slowly drank tea and asked Qiao Datou: "I ask you, where are you from, what kind of livelihood you are engaged in, why did you come to the capital? Are there any relatives you have surrendered to as a security?"

Qiao Datou stared at him and said, "What kind of bird level are you? You're so nonsense! I'm a good citizen under the rule of the Song Dynasty. Why can't I enter the capital? You care about the heaven and earth, and I can control my grandfather?!"

"Put your mouth!" The gatekeeper ordered and leaned on the chair, watching the show.

The soldier on the side got the order and came to Qiao Datou, snatched his arms open, and his mouth squirted and swollen Qiao Datou's mouth.

After finishing his mouth, the soldier kicked Qiao Datou again: "What are you asking about Jijiao? Answer honestly! If you dare to speak randomly, be careful to cut off your tongue!"

The hero did not suffer any loss in front of him. Qiao Datou turned his eyes and closed his mouth.

"Tell me, who is from here and why I came to the capital? Is there anyone who protects you?" the garrison official asked slowly. The hot weather was bored, so I would use this man to relax and relieve my boredom.

"I am from Bingzhou. Because an elder left in Lingnan, he was cremated and brought the bones back to Hedong Road. I heard that Mount Wutai was the Manjushri Bodhisattva's temple, so I went there to do rituals and let my elder have a good birth in the next life."

"It's so nonsense! Why are you here to come to the capital?!"
Chapter completed!