With Pinxixi in hand, I have a supermarket in the Changzheng!

"Uncle Shen is in charge here!"

Led by an old lady, they came to the outside of an adobe house.

The person who walked out was Mr. Shen, who met Chief Liu last time.

"Hello, uncle!"

Wang Dong, the leader, had a kind smile on his face and extended his hand to Uncle Shen.

Uncle Shen shook hands with him gently, with a hint of caution on his face.

"What's the matter?"

In this quiet little village, apart from the arrival of the Red Army in the past two days, there are few outsiders visiting.

This time, there were more than 20 strong men, so Uncle Shen couldn't help but be on guard.

Wang Dong didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point.

"Uncle, I run a textile factory. I think this place is great and I plan to build a factory here."

Uncle Shen looked puzzled. "Textile factory? What textile factory?"

In this remote and backward Liangshan county, there are many villagers whose farthest place they have ever been to in their lives is a small market dozens of miles away.

Naturally, I don’t know what a textile factory is or what it does.

Seeing the excitement here, the surrounding villagers gradually gathered around.

Wang Dong took something out of the wheelbarrow and showed it to everyone.

"Our textile factory mainly makes silk quilts, which are just like this one. You can feel them and have a look."

This is a five-pound silk quilt that Zhou Yue bought from the mall as a sample for explanation to everyone.

This silk quilt was passed from one villager to another. After everyone touched it, they all exclaimed in amazement.

"Tsk tsk tsk! This quilt feels so comfortable!"

"This quilt is so light, soft, and so warm!"

"The cotton quilt I bought for my wife last year wasn't as good as this!"

Everyone's face was filled with amazement and they couldn't let go of the silk quilt.

In those days, the villagers had never had a silk quilt or a down quilt.

Even if a quilt has turned black with use, people are reluctant to throw it away. Some poorer people even stuff reed fluff into their quilts and shiver in their beds in the winter.

Grandpa Shen's old hands stroked the soft and comfortable silk quilt.

"What is this quilt made of? Why is it so comfortable?"

When Wang Dong heard Uncle Shen’s question, he took out a box from the wheelbarrow.

"This silk quilt is made of this."

As he spoke, he put the contents of the box in front of the villagers.

"Ouch! What kind of bug is that? You scared me!"

"This bug can be used to make a quilt? You must be kidding!"

When the villagers saw what was in the box, their faces were full of suspicion.

How can these fat white bugs be used to make quilts?

It's no wonder they don't believe it. Although Ningnan County has many mulberry trees, the area is remote and has little contact with the outside world, and there is no experience in raising silkworms here.

"This is a silkworm. It can really be used to make clothes and quilts!"

Amidst these doubts, a clear female voice interrupted them.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that it was the new bride, Xiaohui, from the family at the east end of the village.

"Xiao Hui, do you recognize this thing?"

Xiaohui nodded, "My mother's family raises silkworms, and we can make clothes and quilts from them!"

Xiaohui married from far away, and there is also silkworm farming in her hometown.

Although her parents' family didn't raise one, she had seen other people's families have them, so she naturally knew what it was.

With Xiaohui's proof, everyone believed it a little more, and Wang Dong took out a few more white silk cocoons.

"After feeding these silkworms for more than 20 days, they can turn into cocoons. The silk from the cocoons is the raw material for making silk quilts."

The villagers around listened and nodded, asking questions from time to time.

"Brother, how do you feed these silkworms?"

There were several big mulberry trees at the door. Wang Dong picked a few pieces and put them into the box for the silkworms.

The silkworms immediately began to eat, and small holes appeared on the green mulberry leaves.

"These silkworms only eat mulberry leaves. They can survive if they are fed mulberry leaves every day."

At this time, the silk quilt was passed to a boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old. He held the quilt, and the warm feeling reminded him of the last winter.

He and his two younger brothers shared a bed, and the quilt they covered themselves with was dirty and hard like a pancake.

On a winter night, the three brothers huddled together miserably, but they were still very cold.

"Uncle, are you really going to build a textile factory in our village? Can I come to the factory to help?"

Wang Dong and the boy looked at each other and nodded firmly.

"Yes! There are many mulberry trees here, which are very suitable for raising silkworms and making silk quilts. When a textile factory is built in the future, everyone can come to the factory to work and get paid."

When they heard the word "wages", many villagers' eyes lit up instantly.

They have lived in this mountain since they were young, and have been working hard in the fields, facing the earth and digging for food.

The grain grown throughout the year, apart from what the family eats, can only be exchanged for a few cents.

Working in a factory and earning wages was a new thing for them.

Wang Dong turned his head and looked at him with sincerity, "But this matter still needs the consent of Uncle Shen and everyone else."

The villagers were in high spirits and were already excited.

"Why not? Big brother, just build the factory here!"

"Yes, yes, yes! We will all come to help you then!"

"My wife is very skillful, she will definitely learn how to make a silk quilt in no time!"

Uncle Shen, who had been a little defensive, now smiled kindly.

Building a factory here is a great thing for the villagers. Everyone will have extra income and will not have to starve in the future.

Uncle Shen returned the silk quilt to Wang Dong.

"Building a factory is a good thing. If you need any help, just let the villagers know!"

Wang Dong did not take back the silk quilt, and the smile on his face became even more intense.

"Mr. Shen, it's still a little cold at night these past two days, so you can use this silk quilt as a token of my appreciation."

"How can this be possible? It's too expensive..."

Uncle Shen felt a little embarrassed, but he really liked this silk quilt.

The villagers nearby were also jealous, after all, this silk quilt was so good.

"Uncle Shen, please accept it. Once our textile factory is built, every villager will have silk quilts in their homes!"

After hearing this, the villagers nearby became even more excited. They seemed to have already felt the comfort of nestling in a silk quilt.

"Brother, when will you start building the factory?"

"We're all here to help you!"

The villagers are like this. As long as someone is a little bit nice to them, they will respond with ten times more enthusiasm.

"We will start setting up the factory tomorrow morning. Anyone who comes to help will be paid 50 cents a day."

As soon as these words were spoken, they caused a huge uproar.