The new spinning wheel was placed in front of the king.

Louis XIV walked around it with interest for a few circles, and then returned to the position. The inventor and manufacturer of the new spinning wheel stepped forward and began to operate the spinning wheel with trembling hands. As described before, the spinning wheel was as big as a four-poster bed, and the towering wheel axle was as high as the four-poster bed's post. To make it move, one or two people needed to operate it together. With the familiar creaking and bumping sound, one silver-shiny cotton thread slowly expanded on the spindle.

No one can deny that this kind of spinning wheel is not only more efficient than the original small one, but can only be held in the hands and placed on the knees, but also spin better threads. The maker of the spinning wheel was a little bit shrunk due to awe at first. As the spindle gradually became "fat", his expression also became relaxed and proud. However, this pride was completely worthy of the king's praise. Louis nodded: "This is indeed the best spinning wheel I have seen."

Joseph opened his hands and looked at him foolishly. But Bang Tang stepped forward and signaled that he should kneel down and accept the king's reward and praise.

He knelt on the ground, and Louis leaned over, and could easily see his thin hair on his head—not because of the spinning wheel, no, it should be said that his hair was still good before the terrible murder, but when the fire was on fire, he tried his best to transport the spinning wheel to a place that the flames could not reach, but how could this be possible, the blazing red surrounded the entire warehouse.

The people who came had planned it, and the location they chose made it easier for them to set fire. Buckets of kerosene were transported near the warehouse. As soon as Guy, Joseph, and their spinning wheels entered the warehouse, they bolted the door of the warehouse from the outside, poured the kerosene into the gap between the door and the wall panel, and then lit the fire.

If it weren't for the king's "birds" who had been watching every part of Orleans, even if Joseph and Guy threw away the spinning wheel, they would not have escaped from the storm of the flames. Even if they escaped, there would be soldiers hired by the guild leaders waiting outside, and they would never escape to death.

What Guy and Joseph could not guess or think that if they really took out the new spinning wheel in front of the guild leader Du Bo, Du Bo would not take the new spinning wheel to seek credit from the king. They would only destroy the spinning wheel, and its inventor.

Seeing this, someone would be confused. Isn’t it a good thing to present the new spinning wheel to the king and get the reward from the king?

It is a good thing, and even for most people, it is a good thing. But in this world, there are always some foolish idiots. They can only see three inches in front of them, and can only understand what they were born until they were twenty years old, or they understand everything, but they are afraid of change. Unlike Louis XIV who yearns to change this country and even the entire Europa, the world, they hope that everything in the world will not change, and never change.

Of course, the latter, in general, live a life of satisfaction, like Joseph or worse, they will not care about it.

Since Louis XIV is determined to create a job for women that is enough to allow them to leave their homes, the nursing staff in hospitals is still considered not "serious"; whether it is France, Spain, or Ottoman Turkey, men or the main labor force in the fields and workshops; such as mines, smelting, engineering, etc., it is not a heavy work that women can afford - even if there are one or two women, they mostly work with their husbands and sons or do odd jobs.

In this way, only the textile industry is the most suitable. After France annexed the Netherlands and Flanders, France's business and textile industries were developing rapidly. Needless to say, Flanders has always been full of British merchants. Why? Because Flanders is the region with the largest output of Europa wool, they have to buy tens of millions of livres of wool from the British every year and process it into more valuable beautiful wool and sell it to all directions.

But please note that, whether in France or Flanders, textile workers are still men, and all the steps are done by hand. To turn a person into a thread or weaver, it takes several years of apprenticeship-help-craftsmanship, and the threads and cloths that women spin at home are not considered valuable production.

In the attachment to the edict, the king proposed that the spinning wheel must be able to operate a woman skillfully and freely (so Joseph asked his wife to try it), so that some guys with a keen sense of smell smelled some ominous scent.

Unlike commercial guilds, the guild of handicraftsmen did not like this king very much. Although Louis XIV has created many profitable new industries and new industries since returning to Paris after the Second Stone-Traveling Movement, it seems to those who stick to the rules that this is purely the nobles who are doing things on their own terms. If only these are the only ones, it would be fine. After buying Lorraine, because Lorraine has iron ore and mountainous land, and clay, the king naturally opened all the Wang family's large workshops, steel, mirrors, glass, ceramics...

Needless to say, the workshops opened by the king, from tools, technology to workers, did not have the guild's involvement, which made the leaders of each guild embarrassed and jealous. The good things produced by the king's workshops every day were like the river water flowing from the Seine. The gold Louis they exchanged for could cover the squares of Paris and Versailles like the sun, but they could not get even a single child.

The most hateful thing is that because when working in the king's workshop, it is not strictly required to be a craftsman or a member of the guild. You were even just a farmer or a soldier. As long as you are willing, an official will arrange a skilled person to teach you how to do the work. In this way, the guild will not only not get the fees and bribes that must be paid during the promotion process of the craftsman-the guild, but also a large part of the new blood of the guild will be lost.

This is not surprising. If there is another way out, who would like to be an apprentice for three years or two years of helper, sometimes it would be extended for one year separately. And whether you can become a craftsman must be decided by the leader of the guild. This is another considerable expenditure. Moreover, with the guild's constraint on the number of craftsmen, now to become a craftsman, you need to have a workshop, supporting tools and equipment, and a deposit. Recently, someone has proposed that after the helper becomes a craftsman, his craftsman should be given free service for three or five years.

For artisans whose average lifespan is only about forty years, they may be able to work for themselves and their families for only ten years or less…

But if it is in the king's workshop, whether young or older, there is no need to worry about their future. Young workers, as long as they are not lazy or stupid, are hopelessly dull, the workshops that the king keeps opening always have their place to live; and for those veterans who have lost their helpers and apprentices, they can receive a bounty for each person in their church, and in the king's workshop, they do not need to pay any extra fees except the count tax.

Of course, the leaders of the guild would be full of resentment. Their existence was originally a good stake to support the growth and stability of seedlings, but now they are vines that strangle trees, without new "trees". Not to mention enjoying the sunshine and rain at the highest point, it is impossible to stand by themselves.

But their opponents are not humble craftsmen, dizzy elders or whimsical MPs. They are facing a Leviathan (the giant beast in the sea in the Bible), and they dare not even look at him, let alone play with conspiracies - but to say that they obey their orders and do not resist at all, that is nonsense.

Before the king's order was issued, they had strengthened their control over craftsmen, helpers and apprentices, especially the sons of craftsmen. If their sons or nephews did not become apprentices and inherited their craftsmanship, the guild would deprive their craftsmen or helpers, drive them out of guilds, or even cities, and notify guilds in other places, not allowing them to continue to do this business, forcibly buy their workshops and houses at low prices, and so on.

It's like a worse bullying, destroying the hands and eyes of work, or killing people.

In addition, there are restrictions on new tools, new technologies, and new ideas and ideas - because some of the technologies and products (such as dyes) used in the King's workshop come from scholars (wizards), and the guild has no way to intervene, but they can refuse them to penetrate into their guild - don't forget that the raw materials for guild members are also purchased by the guild leaders.

They also tried to collude with merchants, but the business guild and the handicraft guild were originally enemies. Louis XIV's relationship with merchants has always been quite close. Merchants are only willing to be neutral or watch. Anyway, no matter which side benefits, they are indispensable. Although they are definitely optimistic about the king, who knows...

However, even the guilds, as long as they are smarter, they know that this is just a delay of time. They can survive, and they rely on the carelessness of the Sun King. Even the princes of Brittany are not enemies worthy of Louis XIV facing each other. What are they? But even such a small hope was shattered in the king's decree.

The decree has clearly stated that there will be no threshold for the textile industry in the future. It may be possible for a person to start working after a few days of study. It is possible for men, women, and even children and old women. This will undoubtedly completely break the monopoly of the guild - who doesn't want to make the family more income? Even if the guild members are controlled, the farmers, servants or soldiers' families are OK, and countless people will work in the king's workshop.

In contrast, when such a large workshop is built, the guilds and members who live by hand-woven textiles will not have a way out. To be precise, the leaders of the guild and those who suck blood on the guild system will be desperate. After all, the guild members can still lower their posture and work in the large workshop.

Joseph was just a helper who was not valued by the craftsman and was somewhat afraid of it. Of course, he was even more unlikely to know what Barrow didn't know, but their craftsman, as Du Bo's confidant, had long been mentioned. Under the commission of the leader of the textile guild, the leader of the carpenter had decided that not only would he not allow his craftsman to study any new spinning wheel, but if there were helpers or apprentices to make it, they would also destroy it together with the spinning wheel.

It can be said that if Elder Juyi had not covered it up, Joseph might have exposed it earlier. Unfortunately, in the end they could not hide this secret and were almost burned to death in the warehouse.

In order to save the spinning wheel, Joseph's hair was burned, as was the eyelashes and eyebrows. A head looked like a browned egg, which made people laugh when they saw it, but from the bottom of their hearts, his new spinning wheel was indeed the best - since the king issued an edict to France and even outside France, the spinning wheel sent to him - even if there were guilds, there were a dozen, including the British and Spanish.

Joseph's spinning wheel could drive the most spindles, and the threads were spinned were the most solid and smoothest. Louis chose him without hesitation. Next, he had to work with other colleagues. He was the champion of the spinning wheel, and another Flanders won the lead in the loom.

When Joseph heard that he could work in the king's workshop, he was shocked and happy and almost fainted. He was a little nervous before, but he still had to work in the guild after all. The craftsman was only one of the members of the guild. He offended Dubo completely. Not to mention Orleans, he probably couldn't stay in other cities. Maybe he had to take the king's bounty to another country, but since he was already the king's craftsman, what else should he worry about?

He was excited and knelt on his knees, lowered his head to kiss the king's feet. Bang Tang quickly stopped him - Louis could tolerate such etiquette before taking power, and he never accepted anyone's foot kissing ceremony after taking power unless necessary.

Although he could not kiss the king's feet, Joseph kept kissing the road he walked through after the king left. Of course, the ground of the palace was full of marble as smooth as a mirror, but it was difficult for others to see such a scene. Count D'Artagnan happened to report to the king, and walked over when he saw it, and persuaded with a smile that if Joseph did not go out quickly and ran to the Martyrdom Square in Orleans, he would not see the good show later.

Joseph didn't know what was good at it, but he was just a craftsman after all, a beautifully dressed nobleman came to talk to him in a good voice. He would hear it in his ears. He also noticed that he seemed to be a little out of control, and hurriedly thanked the Earl of D'Artagnan, and hurriedly left under the guidance of the attendant.

As the name suggests, the Martyrdom Square was set up by the people of Orleans to mourn Joan of Arc (renamed), but today the judgement of real sinners here. As soon as Joseph passed, most of the people he was familiar with were members of the guild, and he immediately made way. He saw that there had been a gallows in the square, and there was a high platform on which was covered with white linen and a high-backed chair. In the middle, there was a noble man shining like stars.

This nobleman was the master of Orleans, the Duke of Orleans, the king's brother Philip. He lazily, absent-mindedly curled his long hair, glanced at the sinner who was kneeling on the ground, "They are lucky, right?" He said to the servants who served behind him: "Your Majesty has abolished many punishments a few years ago."

Elder Guy, who served behind him, or the new leader of the carpenter, looked at the Duke's sight and saw the station cage hanging on the old city walls - there were still remaining dead bones in the station cage... "Yes, Your Highness, they are so lucky." Everyone knows that they would rather anger the Duke of Orleans than the King. The King may forgive you, but the Duke of Orleans will never. If it were not for dealing with these villains in the name of treason, it would be considered as a tribute to them. The Duke would rather let them suffer.

But even if there is no standing cage, wheels, or flowering pears, the despair of sinners is not much less.

Several masterminds, the leader of the guild, Du Bo, and two elders, the whistleblower Joseph's craftsman and Barrow, the former was sentenced to be whipped and hanged, and the latter was sentenced to be plucked and hanged.

The soldiers they hired were sentenced to hang directly.

The people who were directly hanged were tortured in front of the former. While they were swaying, Du Bo and the elders' wailing sounded throughout the square. The unplugged tongue was thrown to the ground with blood. A bold man rushed up and snatched it away immediately - this was also a rare medicinal material.

Joseph looked at him in a daze, and he felt that he might still be sleeping. It was a good dream and a nightmare... until he had a sight with Guy.

With just a short touch, the two of them immediately turned their faces away.
Chapter completed!