Sun Huan was an engineering man.
In his eyes, this kind of textile machine could be said to be an extremely simple machine.
He was not building a Jenny loom, but a spinning frame.
The spinning machine was a new type of spinning machine that ingeniously combined the yarn drawing cylinder of Arkwright Machinery and the main sliding table of the improved Jenny machine.
The number of yarn spools for this type of textile machine was originally 400, but later it was further improved and increased to 900.
This kind of textile machine had been greatly improved on the original basis. Not only did its productivity increase greatly, but it also increased its production efficiency.
Moreover, the cloth that was imitated had a uniform thickness, smoothness, and smoothness.
The adaptability of the mule spinning machine was also the best. It could not only spin the thickest wool yarn, but also the thinnest wool yarn.
When the worsted looms came out, they immediately swept the United Kingdom at that time.
In a year, there were 600 factories for spinning frames in England.
The textile machine could be seen as the beginning of the industrial revolution.
It was precisely because the textile machine had greatly liberated the hands of the people and increased productivity that everyone saw the benefits of machinery.
The textile mill built beside the river was affected by the current and could not produce stably.
That was why the steam engine was born.
Industry further liberated people's productivity and freed people from complicated and inefficient labor.
It created a modern world.
Sun Huan had dealt with machinery for many years.
Creating such a machine was a piece of cake.
Soon, the three of them arrived at a small factory built on the riverbank.
Although it was called a factory, it was actually a big house with an area of about 300 square meters.
Ying Zheng ran out without saying anything.
A textile machine!
A creation that could change the world!
The moment he entered the textile mill.
Ying Zheng saw a small mountain of cloth piled at the entrance.
He was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
He touched it with his hand.
F * ck, this is top-grade fabric!
Nobles like him usually wore clothes made of silk.
However, the commoners at the bottom wore hemp clothes.
This kind of cloth could be sold for one gold coin per bolt outside.
Counting the hill-like pile of cloth in front of him, Ying Zheng was completely dumbfounded.
There must be tens of thousands of them, right?
Wouldn't that be worth tens of thousands of gold?
This was all cloth, this was money!
Raising his head from the pile of cloth, Ying Zheng saw a complicated wooden machine that was neatly arranged.
Two women were working on the machine.
The machine's spindles spun dazzlingly, and fresh cloth was spat out like flowing water.
Ying Zheng was completely dumbfounded!
"This textile machine!"
"His speed is astonishing!"
Zhao Ji was also shocked.
As a woman, she knew how difficult it was to weave cloth.
Sun Huan didn't think much of it.
"Come, come, come. Since you're refugees, each of you should get a set of clothes. Pick a horse and go to the tailor shop to make two sets of clothes for yourselves.”
"Making clothes!"
Zhao Ji's eyes immediately lit up.
Since ancient times, women liked beautiful clothes.
"Master, this textile machine is indeed a divine item!”
Ying Zheng quickly took out a small notebook and wrote it down.
Master created a textile machine that can produce forty horses a day. The fabric is extremely exquisite and beyond human ability!
Sun Huan gave him a hard slap.
He deserved a beating.
She only knew how to be mysterious every day.
Sun Huan was here today to settle the cloth and prepare to move the produced cloth back to the city, waiting for the caravan to come and exchange it for other things.
"Don't just stand there. Come and help me calculate how many pieces of cloth there are.”
Both Zhao Ji and Ying Zheng were among the few people in Sun City who could read.
The remaining residents were basically illiterate, and Sun Huan could not even give them some basic work.
It just so happened that there were these two clowns.
Ying Zheng was eager to try.
Master is testing me on my math!
Even if I have to calculate for a few days and nights, I, Ying Zheng, will definitely be able to calculate all these materials clearly.
Sun Huan called someone to pull an ox cart over.
Ying Zheng and Zhao Fang were counting down one by one.
"One, two, three, four…fifty!”
In order to make it easier to calculate, Ying Zheng pulled fifty bolts of cloth with each carriage.
Every time a car was pulled away, Zhao Fang wrote down a word in her notebook.
Sun Huan threw them aside and ran to the factory to see if the machine had malfunctioned.
The maintenance of these machines.
Only Sun Huan could do it.
There was no way to avoid this job.
Sun Huan had a small room in the factory. It was a resting room that he had specially left for himself when he was building the factory.
After Sun Huan wandered around the factory for a while and found that there was nothing wrong with it, he lay down in the lounge and went to sleep.
In the end, when Sun Huan woke up, the sky was already dark, and he found that Ying Zheng and Lady Zhao were still fighting with torches lit up.
Sun Huan came down to take a look and realized that the cloth had been packed.
However, the two of them were sweating profusely as they scratched their ears and cheeks at a pile of paper.
"Mother, where were we just now? What was ten fifty plus ten forty-five?”
"I don't know either."
"It's over, we have to calculate again!"
Sun Huan took a look at their draft.
He was instantly amused.
During the pre-Qin period, our mathematics had actually made great progress.
Even scores were useful.
The simple four arithmetic operations were even easier, and people like Ying Zheng could almost understand them all.
During the Warring States Period, the Nine Jiuge was already common knowledge.
However, that was all.
There were tens of thousands of bolts of cloth in the warehouse.
The nine-by-nine multiplication table was not enough.
The Arabic numbers that people used daily were only accepted by the Chinese in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties.
And such a large number was calculated.
Under normal circumstances, it would require a specialized arithmetic talent to use counting rods to calculate.
Moreover, it was very normal for a large amount to take two to three days.
Therefore, facing the tens of thousands of pieces of cloth in the textile warehouse, the mother and son were in a dilemma.
Sixteen ox-carts pulled twenty-one trips, each trip carrying fifty pieces of cloth. How many pieces of cloth did they pull in total?
This was an astronomical figure.
Only then did the mother and son fiddle with it for a long time, but they still could not figure it out.
It was too difficult!
Who would calculate this for no reason!
Both Ying Zheng and Lady Zhao were in despair.
"Master, please wait a little longer. We'll be done soon!”
"Sir, why are you here?"
Sun Huan picked up their records and took a look.
These two motherf * ckers didn't even know how to count.
If he went out, he would really be his disciple.
Sun Huan slowly reported a number.
"Sixteen thousand eight hundred."
The mother and son looked up at the same time.
His eyes were filled with shock.
This is also science?
Ying Zheng had been a top-notch mathematics student since he was young, but for such a large number of calculations, even the best old masters would have to spend a day and a night calculating.
Master actually got the answer just by looking at it?
Master, is there anything you don't know?
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