In the front yard of the Transport Office, five large trucks were lined up, all of which were filled with huge cotton bales. The horses had been unloaded and led to the stables behind to feed them, and only a few public officials were guarding there.

Wang Gongchen said to Xu Ping as he walked: "You have always said that the color of colored cotton should be the same, and the color of cotton produced every year after the seeds is reserved. In this way, there are not many colored cottons that are compliant with the field business. Here are colorful cottons, each color is one car. There are only so many this year, but there are really no more, so I can only wait until next year."

Xu Ping said: "Enough, enough. By the way, have these colorful cotton seed cottons been shipped together?"

"It's all in the car, otherwise there would be so many. Ducao, I'm asking me to say that this colored cotton is short, crisp and hard, and it's not available in the textile farms by the Luo River. I have to use the old method to spin slowly with a spinning wheel. This will inevitably be expensive, and the color is not bright, so who can I sell it to? This colored cotton always feels like a useless rib, and I don't know what to do."

Xu Ping smiled and said, "Everything is born to be useful. We don't think it's useful, just because we haven't found a useful method. Although colored cotton is inconvenient to spin and weave, it has its own special purpose."

While walking, he walked forward.

The public official guarding the car hurriedly saluted and, as instructed, uncovered the cotton cloth on the car and asked Xu Ping to check it out.

These colorful cottons are very distinctive as natural products in nature. They are divided into various colors, but each color looks dim and dim and compared with the bright color of dyeing. If you are depressed, it is what Wang Gongchen said, it is a useless rib, neither brighter than dyeing, nor cheaper than dyeing, and it is not reliable at both ends. To be positive, in Xu Ping's previous life, this was called green without pollution and had a bright future. Unfortunately, people in this era had too many green without pollution, so they really couldn't be interested in this advantage, and white cotton dyeing also used natural dyes.

After seeing the goods on the car, Xu Ping said to Wang Gongchen: "Do you want to know what I want to use this colored cotton?"

"Of course I want to! I am so depressed that I am not sure what it is to plant this little colored cotton. I don't know what it is for. You have to be serious about the orders, and I don't dare to be careless at all. Now that I have planted it, I have to let me know what it is for."

"Okay, I'll take you to see!"

Xu Ping ordered a few public officials to unload the cotton bag from the car, push it with a small wheelbarrow, and follow him Wang Gongchen.

Seeing that Xu Ping asked the broken cotton bags of seed cotton to be unloaded, Wang Gongchen said strangely: "Hey, why do you need to use seed cotton? What's the use? The color of this cotton is difficult to grow, and it is made into cotton and wrapped in disorder, so even the color cannot be seen!"

Xu Ping smiled slightly: "Follow me, you will know what you are doing when you get to the place."

Wang Gongchen was confused and couldn't think of what Xu Ping wanted to use colored cotton, so he had to go with him.

After leaving the Transport Office, I went back from the path next to it, and walked around to the back of the yamen. There was a small river. There was a row of newly built houses by the river, with a large yard in front of it. The yard was heavily guarded, and soldiers guarding the gate stood in front of the door. There were soldiers patrolling around me, and I didn’t know what important things were inside or some important people lived in it.

Wang Gongchen became increasingly unable to understand, and even the yamen of the Transport Department did not have such strict defenses. If it were said to be important, the money house in Xijing City could be considered a land area, and there were not many people watching it.

Xu Ping led his way forward and arrived at the gate of the courtyard. The soldiers guarding the gate sang with their hands: "I have seen Ducao."

He pointed to Wang Gongchen and the public officials who were accompanying him, and Xu Ping said: "I have something to do when I go in. This is Wang Tiju of the camp and field affairs. I have official business when I go in. Those people are with me. You must remember it clearly and send someone to follow me."

The soldiers agreed, and someone immediately took out a booklet, recorded everyone's names and time of entry. After everything was remembered, two more people were sent to the yard with Xu Ping and others.

Wang Gongchen became more and more strange the more he looked at it. His appearance of being so strict was much more dignified than money.

After entering the yard, I smelled the pungent smell of caustic soda a little shortly after walking. Wang Gongchen became more and more strange. Is this a place to be a business? I don’t know what it was doing, and it made it so mysterious.

After passing through the first entrance to the yard and the second entrance, Wang Gongchen saw it and realized: "It turned out to be a paper-making! What special paper is made here? It must be so tight!"

Xu Ping said: "June, what paper outside is the most valuable now?"

Wang Gongchen laughed and said, "This is not difficult for me. The most valuable thing is naturally ancient calligraphy and paintings! Wang Youjun's calligraphy and Wu Daozi's paintings are worth a thousand gold medals. What else is more valuable?"

Xu Ping smiled and shook his head repeatedly: "Can I still make fake ancient calligraphy and paintings here? I'm going to ask you, so I can't ask these questions. Besides, those ancient calligraphy and paintings use silk, and how many are really paper!"

Speaking of this, Xu Ping turned to Wang Gongchen and said, "I tell you, the most valuable thing is naturally money, more money!"

At this time, Wang Gongchen had already entered the yard. After looking at the samples posted outside, he suddenly realized: "It turned out to be the bills for depositing money into the bank! But what's the use? The bank has a basic account, and you can't get away with the fake bills when you go to the bank to withdraw money!"

"This is not about using fake notes to withdraw money from the money shop, but about cheating people outside the money shop. Money is not convenient to be stored in the money shop. Sometimes, it is difficult to explain the purpose to outsiders when using a large amount of money. Sometimes, it may be just used to deal with emergency responses. It is inconvenient to withdraw money from the money shop in three or two days."

"That's not OK. If these bills are not entered into the bank, they will not be able to withdraw money. Isn't it equivalent to waste paper?"

Xu Ping shook his head: "June, you are a little ignorant of the sufferings of the people. There is a stake in the outside world, and you can use real estate and property to borrow money. Why can't you use money bank notes? Not to mention that there are many private transactions, which are not through the government, and these bills can also work. Preventing forgery is to prevent these troubles."

There is another deeper layer, and Xu Ping did not explain it thoroughly. The bills in the bank now do not have the problem of circulation in other places, and it will always be inevitable in the future. Even if the conditions for banknotes are not yet mature, but the issuance of tickets is still a problem of storage and exchange. The circulation in other places is inevitable. The higher the anti-counterfeiting technology, the lower the system cost.
Chapter completed!