Since Chang'an City was the capital of the Jin Kingdom, the whole city has continued to develop, and the commodity society has attracted more people to concentrate in Chang'an, making Chang'an's prosperity far greater than before.

Since a few years ago, when the Jin State set the national policy of opening up the overland Silk Road, business and handicraft workshops in Chang'an have gradually emerged.

From the initial smuggling of goods from the Ming Dynasty, becoming second-hand dealers, accumulating the first wealth, to their own production and processing, opening handicraft workshops, and accumulating capital little by little to expand the scale, to now Chang'an has become the most prosperous city in the north of the Huai River and Qinling Mountains, and even the declining status of Beijing cannot be compared.

Outside Chang'an, various workshops have sprung up over the years, and after the space in the city is full, the population and workshops that cannot accommodate it have moved outside the city.

These workshops, shops and houses have formed the same scene as the outer cities of Nanjing and Suzhou, and they have the spirit of a great country and a central capital.

In the words of Jin Guofangshi, the imperial spirit of Chang'an City gathers, and there is the possibility of competing for hegemony and winning the crown.

At this time, in the west of Chang'an City, near the south bank of the Wei River, there was a large number of workshops, mainly weaving and dyeing workshops.

On weekdays, you can always hear the "squeak" loom sound day and night, see the dyeing shop by the river, and the green smoke of boiling dye rising into the sky.

But today there is no sound of looms, no smoke, only the panic and astonishment of the crowd at the entrance of each workshop.

At this time, at the door of a weaving workshop, many men and women gathered in front of the workshop, and they were all employees of the workshop.

The atmosphere in the north is different from that in the south, and under the influence of Manchu and Mongolia, the religion is not as heavy as in the south, and many women can show their heads and work in the fields, so there are many female workers in the workshops in Chang'an.

"Boss, suddenly there is no work to do, what should we do?"

Hundreds of men and women, their faces full of panic and confusion, stood outside the workshop door, surrounding a middle-aged man with a depressed face.

The commodity society brought about the disintegration of traditional society, and these hired laborers, who had worked in the workshops for many years, had long since left the original agricultural production and became a new class.

They have been working for many years, and many of them have settled outside Chang'an, and the land and houses in their hometowns are gone, so they rely on working in the workshop to support their families, and now the workshop has suddenly closed down, and their lives are gone, and their faces are complacent and uneasy.

"Everyone, everyone, Hu has no choice!" The frustrated middle-aged man stood on a high place and bowed his hands to hundreds of faces, crying: "This time we were deceived by Mingren, all the goods were rejected, and the promised payment was not paid." Now the cotton cloth in the warehouse is piled up, and the money from the workshop is used to sell raw materials, and not a single copper can be taken out, and even if there is silver, the goods cannot be sold, and there is no way to start work. ”

"And what about our wages?" Suddenly, a man in the crowd waved his arm and said.

The workshop owner's surname is Hu, his face was full of helplessness, and he repeatedly apologized, "Everyone, even if Hu is sorry for everyone, the cloth in the warehouse, each of you has thirty pieces of cloth, so it should be regarded as wages." ”

"Boss, don't you dare to ask for it!"

"Yes, the family is waiting for the wages to get out of the pot, and the cloth can't be sold now, so we have money to buy food!"

Hu Dongzhu looked at the hundreds of hired workers in front of him, and then looked back at the plaque hanging on the door of the workshop, which read "Hu Runchang" three gilded characters, and his heart was extremely sour.

From one loom and three hired workers in Yongzhang's three years to two hundred and eighty looms and more than six hundred hired workers now, he has accumulated step by step to achieve the current scale, but in an instant, it will collapse.

In seven years, the workshop has become bigger little by little, he has feelings for the workshop, this is his hard work, and he also has feelings for hundreds of employees.

The people of this era are loyal, many people have followed him for seven years, he looked at the ownerless and confused employees, his heart was uncomfortable, he felt that he had not fulfilled the responsibility of a proprietor, failed to give them a stable job, people in their thirties, had not cried for more than 20 years, but now tears poured out.

An old fellow next to him looked at it with a sour heart, and couldn't help but whisper, "The owner." ”

Hu Dongjia waved his hand and said with tears in his eyes: "Everyone, if I have silver, how can I not give it to you, you are all people who have been with me Hu for many years." Everyone, go and get it now, if you wait for the money bank to come and collect the debt, and give the workshop a letter, you will have nothing! ”

Like other workshops, in order to expand the scale and catch up with the orders of the Ming Dynasty, Hu Dongzhu also borrowed money from Qian Zhuang and friends, and many of the upstream raw materials were also owed. He waited for the cloth to be delivered and took the money, but as soon as the Ming Dynasty withdrew the order, the entire industry was immediately broken, and he was instantly in huge debt, leaving only a few warehouses of cotton cloth piled there.

The old guy next to him, seeing that everyone was still standing still, couldn't help but hurriedly said: "Everyone don't go quickly, when the people from the money village come, you won't be able to get anything." Zhao is waiting in the warehouse, let's go! ”

Hundreds of people listened, and then they rushed to the warehouse. Seeing that everyone was gone, Hu Dongjia waved his hand to the old guy next to him, "Old Deng, you can go too, I explained to Zhao Accounting, he will give you a few more horses, and a few taels of silver, live a good life in the future, go back to your hometown." ”

The old man was reluctant at first, but Hu Dongjia waved his hand again, and he followed the crowd and walked three steps and turned around to leave.

After everyone left, Hu Dongjia looked like he was more than ten years old, he squatted down with his back hunched and leaning against the wall, his face was covered with tears and snot, and he squatted in the corner of the wall and cried bitterly.

The entire workshop area is gloomy, and the hired workers are rushing to grab the goods in the workshop, worrying about their future livelihood. The owner of the workshop who owed debts was either depressed, or cried bitterly like Hu Dongjia, or hung a rope on a beam, kicked the stool with his feet, and committed suicide directly.

The person who came to ask for the payment of raw materials pushed open the door of the workshop and saw the hanging corpse, and his heart immediately cooled in half, and even found a place next to him, and hanged himself together.

The blow of the Ming Dynasty to the Jin State this time was not only the weaving workshop, but the entire industrial chain was hit hard, and even the rich village went bankrupt.

In the east of Chang'an City, more than ten miles away from Lieshi, it is the most prosperous area of Chang'an, with various shops, and it is the distribution center of goods and raw materials in Chang'an City.

Han Chaoxuan, accompanied by the prefect of Chang'an, went to Dongshi, and the streets were crowded with carts loaded with raw materials for the weaving industry such as cotton and dyes.

The group parted the crowd and finally walked into the market from the side of the vehicle, and saw several shops in front of the people, and the doors were full of vehicles loaded with goods.

The prefect of Chang'an is called Han Dongzhou, who is Han Chaoxuan's protégé and Yongzhang's six-year tanhua, he accompanied Han Chaoxuan and said: "Cotton is normally five taels per quintal, and this year it has risen to fifteen taels per quintal, but it has plummeted since yesterday, and now it has dropped to the point that one tael per quintal is not collected." The price of raw silk has also dropped from 360 taels per quintal to 40 taels per quintal, a plummeting of almost nine times. ”

Han Chaoxuan looked at the long queue of cars, and his heart was cold. The shops along the street that used to help the workshops buy raw materials have closed their doors, and wooden signs hang in front of the shops that are closed.

After knowing that the price of cotton had fallen, they hurriedly rushed to the vehicles, and the merchants who wanted to sell the goods were blocked outside the shops.

The shopkeeper of the shop kept apologizing, "Everyone, I really can't collect it, the workshops in Xicheng have fallen, who am I selling it to!" I haven't recovered the payment yet, everyone gives me the way, I have to go to Xicheng to ask for the payment······"

The merchants who lined up outside the shop, hearing that the business did not accept it, smashed all the goods in their hands, turned pale one by one, and the wealth they had accumulated for several years shrank to a few years ago.

Han Chaoxuan's heart sank to the extreme, and at this moment, suddenly a large group of people poured into the market with cloth bags, ran to several grain stores, and began to rush to buy grain.

The merchants next to the car, when they saw the crowd of people who came to grab grain, immediately reacted, their silver was used to collect cotton and other raw materials, this cart of goods, can not be eaten as grain, if the price of rice rises, then they are finished. Suddenly, these people also ran to the grain store and joined the rush to buy.

Cotton prices have fallen, grain prices have risen, how many people will not be able to afford to eat food, Han Chaoxuan's body couldn't help shaking, Han Dongzhou on the side hurriedly supported him, and exclaimed: "Teacher." ”

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