Black Iron Crown

"Flying Shuttle?" The middle-aged man who called himself Old Ruimu limped out of the room.

His left leg is lame, which was caused by the unification war of the Ridka Kingdom more than 20 years ago.

When others laughed at him, he always said, I was a brave soldier, until I got an arrow in the knee.

Thanks to his experience in many battles on the battlefield, he trained his two eldest sons who were lucky enough not to bite into strong men, and successfully joined Leiner's army.

As a result, their family became richer, and they were not small landlords in this village.

"But what's the use of it, our family doesn't rely on weaving to make money!" The respect for the Duke made him not laugh as usual and throw the shuttle to the ground, but said tactfully.

"My two sons have huge bounties, and my family has so much land, I really don't need this!"

"Don't say that about Old Ruimu!" ​​The village official waved his hand and said, "This is an order from the Duke, he hopes that our residents can have something to do in their spare time and create better living conditions for their families.

"It can increase the speed of weaving to more than three times the current speed!"

"Three times the speed?" Old Rim thought about the dusty small weaving tool at home that hadn't been used for many years. The weaving speed like an old carriage left a deep impression on him.

But the clothes that everyone wears are all spun like that.

"Three times the speed, it is indeed very fast, I am willing to try it, but how does it work?"

Old Ruimu was a little tempted. If there is such a speed, it can indeed produce a lot of value.

"I don't know about this for the time being. The Duke is still making flying shuttles. The first batch is distributed to you for free. If you want to bother you in the future, you will need to spend money. Remember to protect it!"

"That is to say, this thing is just a waste for the time being?" Old Rim suddenly lost interest.

Although the duke's invincibility is enough to make many people ignore the fact that he is only nineteen years old this year, but it can't change the fact that he is still young.

Hearing the words of the village official,

Old Rim felt that the Duke's youthful temper had flared up, and he wanted to do something to prove himself.

"Obviously no proof is needed, the previous wars and a series of wise decrees have proved that he is a qualified ruler!"

Old Ruimu thought this in his heart, but on the surface he didn't reveal his inner thoughts.

"Of course not. After a while, the Duke will send someone to teach you how to use the shuttle, which will greatly increase your income!"

As time went by, in three days, countless shuttles were transported from the temporary carpenter's workshop in Mecaron City to the villages near Mecaron.

This attracted the attention of merchants who purchased handicraft goods in various villages in the north.

"What is this?" A local merchant in the northern border looked at the shuttle in his hand and asked curiously.

During this period of time, he has been in the northernmost part of the northern border, near Fort Moreland in the cold forest.

He is mainly engaged in the fur business. In autumn, the wild beasts make full preparations for the winter and hoard a lot of fat crazily. Therefore, the quality of the fur in winter is the best, not only very thick, but also very beautiful in the morning.

After buying a large truckload of furs, he returned to the vicinity of Mecaron, planning to buy some handicrafts in the villages here as fillings, and transport the furs to the south for sale.

So, he noticed the shuttles that every household was assigned.

"This is a flying shuttle, distributed by the Duke. It is said that it can increase the spinning speed by three times!" the villager said casually.

"Three times the spinning speed!" These words instantly set off a storm in the merchant's heart.

The commercial atmosphere in the northern region is not very developed yet. Although it has developed rapidly under Aizexi's operation and the policies promised by Leiner, there is still a huge gap with the southern regions.

When he was doing business in the south, he knew the selling price of the cloth. If he could increase the production by three times at the current stage, it would mean that the cost would be greatly reduced and the quantity of goods would be increased.

The businessman's breathing became short. He seemed to have seen his own bright future. He thought he had found a business opportunity that could make him rich.

"So, what's the real output?" He held back the excitement in his heart and asked as calmly as possible.

"Who knows!" said the villager, shrugging.

"Don't know?" The businessman was very puzzled: "Didn't you try it?"

"We don't know the method to use!" The villagers explained: "This is distributed by the Duke, and it is said that it can increase the output by three times, but no one knows exactly how!"

The corner of the merchant's mouth couldn't help twitching. He thought with joy that he was about to turn over, but it turned out to be like this in the end.

Not only the businessman, but other people's eyes were also attracted by Reiner's fanfare.

A plaque called "The King's Wardrobe" was hung on a medium-sized building in the middle of Mecaron City.

Those who dare to call such a name are naturally not small shops.

In fact, this is a huge chamber of commerce with a long history.

Including the name "King's Wardrobe" is also an antique that has been handed down for more than 150 years.

This was a title bestowed by a king of the Moland family in the past, and later became the name of this chamber of commerce.

They were originally a local chamber of commerce in the northern region. Later, with the unification of the Ridkar Empire, they set their sights on the south with a larger market.

The background of only providing some dried animal skins and a small amount of currency is no longer their business focus.

However, no matter how small a fly is, it is still meat, and they still did not give up on the northern market.

They almost monopolize the linen business in the entire northern border, including the sale of raw materials such as sisal and flax.

Although plants such as sisal and flax are not impossible to grow in the north, in the final analysis, because of the impact of the climate, the production will be reduced. Under the squeeze of their cheaper and high-quality sisal and flax, no one will planted.

Therefore, they obtained a lot of gold coins and various special products in the northern border every year, and the income was very huge.

Inside the chamber of commerce, there are six more ornately dressed people who are in charge of the northern border.

"I think that's actually a good thing, don't you?"

"Why do you say that?" This triples the amount of weaving, and we can ship linen from other places to sell in the North, and have them woven into cloth at a much lower price and in larger quantities, which we then buy and sell elsewhere! "

"Think about it, what a huge benefit this is!"

"However, in this way, we will completely lose our monopoly position. Although there are benefits, more people will snatch the market that should belong to us!"

"Stop quarreling!" An old man said, tapping the ground with his cane. "As far as I know, flax and sisal are no longer needed for the weaving of this new fabric. They use another material!"