"High Minister, what gave you the idea of weaving clothes from wool?"
Gao Lanying cupped her hands. "It was all thanks to Your Majesty's sagacity."
Even this was thanks to me?
Zi Shou frowned. Little Gao, this won't do. When other people pin things on me, there's at least some connection. Weaving, sweaters-I've never even mentioned them, let alone touched them.
After another question, he learned that the culprits were the explosion in the West Garden, the Goat-Carriage Visit, and eating too much lamb hot pot. Though he could not quite understand how the civil and military officials' minds worked, Zi Shou decided not to pursue the source of her inspiration.
Instead, he asked, "How many Wool Sweaters can you produce?"
Gao Lanying felt admiration well up within her. Just as she had expected, the instant His Majesty saw the Wool Sweaters, he had thought of the war in the south. Only sufficient quantities could guarantee winter uniforms for the soldiers.
"Please do not worry, Your Majesty. I have already contacted the Peng family. They have decided to establish sheep ranches in the north and will hire large numbers of women to weave Wool Sweaters."
I'm actually very worried. You've already set up centralized production. Is the Industrial Revolution next?
If that had merely been a sarcastic thought, the sight of the spinning machines made Zi Shou feel that something really might go wrong.
What the fuck kind of Hand-Pattern Loom was this?
Had some modern person transmigrated here?
Zi Shou did not know much about spinning machines, but he was not blind. The machines the women used had all sorts of strange additional components, and they looked different from the Hand-Pattern Looms he had seen. He did not know whether this was the famous Jenny Spinning Machine, but he