Qiao Junlin just told Luo Yong the day before that he would stay in Xipo Village until the Lantern Festival before returning to the city. The next day, he was picked up by the slave arranged by his father.

What else can I do if I don’t leave? The old servant received the order and could not take him back to his young man. He would definitely be punished when he went back. In addition, the Lin family also strongly advised him to go back earlier and prepare for his trip in a few days. If you want to come over to play in the future, you can come over at any time.

"So he left?" Luo Yong raised his head.

"How can I not leave?" Aunt Luo sighed slightly.

"Yes." Luo lowered his head and continued to pick the wheat grains in the basket. These days, the wheat is small, with many bad and shrunk grains, and is particularly prone to insects, but the fragrance is very strong.

Speaking of which, the reason why the Lin family was able to bring Qiao Junlin back to provide food and accommodation was not because of the face of the Qiao family, and to give favors to those people. Otherwise, why would they think there was too much food in their own granary?

Now that the Qiao family said they wanted to take the people back, they naturally had no reason to stop them. To put it bluntly, when the Qiao family spoke, there would be no place for Qiao Junlin on the Lin family, and he would have to leave even if he didn't leave.

"Where is the one named Azhi?" Luo Yong asked again.

"I'm leaving together. I heard that I'm going to Chang'an with Qiao Dalang." The aunt said.

"That's not bad," said Luo Yong.

"The rich and noble family is not good everywhere." Er Niang said at this time.

She was sitting on the kang practicing sweater. A few days ago, she saw Luo Yong wrapping the wool with two small sticks, and later she actually made a small piece of cloth-like thing. Er Niang saw it strange and tried it a few times.

She has some talent in handicrafts and is not stupid. After exploring it a few times, she has some experience. Luo Yong told her that as long as she can make a pair of wool socks for herself, she will buy her a silver hairpin.

"What is the silver hairpin?" Er Niang was happy, but she didn't take the silver hairpin seriously.

In this era, silver was still very rare and was generally not circulated on the market as currency. Ordinary farmers didn’t even have much copper coins at home, so let alone silver. One tael of silver would cost about 1,500 and 600 copper coins. Where can ordinary people afford something like silver hairpins?

No matter whether it is a silver hairpin or a silver hairpin, the wool socks still have to be knitted. If she can really make it, her brothers and sisters will not have to be frozen on their feet in winter.

"The same goes wherever you go." The aunt answered the second lady casually.

"Sister is living a happy life in the Lin family?" Er Niang said worriedly.

"Although everything cannot go well, life will be alive." The old lady smiled.

The aunt said that she would come to help Luo use them to make cakes these days, and she ran here almost every day, and the Lin family didn't stop her. As long as Aunt Luo could bring some cakes back on Friday, Lin Liulang would be very happy. When he was happy, Lin's mother would be happy, and when Lin's mother was happy, Lin's father would have no objection.

It's all in the same village, and it's only a few steps away. The villagers love to visit each other. Nowadays, there's no entertainment at home. Who is stuck in the house all day long when they're fine. Even if they work, they like to find a few familiar people to come together and work while talking.

Outside the yard, Siniang Wuro was looking at their convenience store. Although Wuro usually looked like a fortune-teller, he was actually a wealthy fan. The whole family counted his favorite things to stay in this convenience store. When he saw the copper plate rice and grain that someone had brought to buy, he looked at it with his two black eyes. When someone left, he would count the copper plates and see how high the grain in the jar was.

Si Niang also likes to watch convenience stores, but Luo Yong looked at her. She should have enjoyed the identity of a grocery store owner and was willing to show off in front of the children in the village.

The kang here is also warm. When no one buys things, the siblings count and write a few words, either teasing the puppy, and there are a few eggs hatching on the kang. They have to go over and take a look from time to time.

"Si Niang, pick up five pieces of fermented bean curd for me." At this time, a boy about the same age as Luo Wulang came in from the store. He was small and looked very clever.

"I'll take a look at your rice first." Luo Siniang took the small cloth pocket on the ground, grabbed a handful of rice and nodded in a decent manner, and then took the rice to raise the amount. She was dissatisfied with this amount: "Why are the rice you brought every time you get a little bit worse? Did you eat it on the way?"

"You're just eating raw rice." The boy replied bluntly: "My mother said that the price of rice in the city has increased now."

"Then don't bring rice next time, just bring the money." Si Niang was also a sharp-tongued person.

"Brother said, Chaihe also wants it." Goro added from the side.

"They don't have time to cook firewood now. They can't finish rubbing the twine every day." The boy took his own pottery bowl and looked down. Five beige fermented beige bean curd was lying at the bottom of the bowl, quietly emitting fragrance. One of them was smaller than the others. He curled his lips and handed over the bowl: "Give some more soup."

The fermented bean curd from Luo Sanlang's family is worth one liter of rice for a small amount of five yuan. This is still in their village. I heard that some people sell this fermented bean curd to the city, and they only give it six or seven yuan a cent, but they still refuse to give the soup. If you ask for the soup, you have to ask for less fermented bean curd.

It is not used in their village. Even if you need a little more soup, you won’t deduct fermented bean curd.

This soup is also a good thing. A few days ago, his family finished eating the fermented bean curd that his father had taken back from Luo's house. The remaining soup was stewed by his mother. The meat was so fragrant. He still drooled when he remembered it now, so every time he came to change the fermented bean curd, he had to ask for more soup. After taking it home, pour it into a jar and store it for future stew.

I heard from Na Luo Siniang that their family still collects firewood now, which is really good. In the past, even if the people in their village had bought firewood, they had no place to sell it.

It’s a pity that his parents were too busy. They had been busy making tofu a few days ago. There was not much business in the first lunar month. They were busy rubbing twine and rubbing lots of twine. They took them to other people’s houses to exchange for cloth, because when paying taxes, they not only had to pay rice, but also cloth, and every household had to pay it.

Speaking of taxation, Aunt Luo was also talking to Luo Yong about this at this time, asking him not to always ask Er Niang and the others to do other things, and have to rub more twine. If there is some accumulation at home, please ask someone to come to the house to make a loom, and also ask Er Niang and Si Niang and the others to learn weaving.

It is more cost-effective to weave cloth by yourself than to change it with someone to use twine. Besides, when Er Niang and Si Niang get married in the future, they will say that they are good at weaving cloth, and they also prefer it.

There is a weaving machine in the Lin family, but now her two sisters-in-law are weaving. When Aunt Luo just got married, Lin's mother asked her two eldest daughter-in-law to teach this new wife, but the two of them refused to teach them well. They always said that Aunt Luo was clumsy and could not learn how to weaving.

Now that I think about it, I am fortunately not learning it at the beginning, otherwise I would not be able to run here all day long and stay at home to weave cloth. The loom is so big that I can’t bring it out.

"What's the best thing about weaving? After sitting in front of the loom for a long time, your neck and eyes are not good." Luo Yongzhi had some knots in her heart, so he said deliberately.

"That's true." Aunt Luo just advised him to use a loom. Now when Luo Yong said this, she smiled and said: "Since they have learned these skills from you, they may not have to learn another weaving."

As the few people spoke, there was a sound of horse hooves coming from outside, and then a few low shouts and horse sounds.

Luo Yong thought that Ma Feiyang was coming again. In Lishi County, there were only a few families who could afford horses, among which Ma Feiyang was the most familiar with him. A few days ago, when he went to the county town to help people build a fire kang, Ma Feiyang often invited him to the restaurant. Then Luo Yong also built a few large fire kangs for his house, but he didn't ask for wages.

"Is this Luo Sanlang's house?"

As soon as Luo Yong put on his rabbit fur coat and climbed down from the kang, he heard a strong voice outside the yard.

He looked over his shoes and saw that he was a tall man with a high forehead, a high nose bridge, and his facial features were very straight, and his whole body was filled with a heroic aura. There was a person following him. From the gate of the courtyard, he could see that there seemed to be two or three horses outside.

"This is Luo's house." Luo Yong hurriedly welcomed him out of the house. He looked like a big customer.

The horse-drawn man and the farmer have two completely different temperaments. If this guy says he is not from the grassland, Luo Yong will definitely not believe it.

"You are Luo Sanlang?" the other party asked.

"That's right, how can I ask where the guest came from?" Luo took a few steps to approach, and then he saw that there was another person outside the yard, with three people coming in total and three horses.

"I'm a native of Shuozhou. I heard that there is a thing called fermented bean curd here, which tastes delicious, so I came to buy it." The other party explained his purpose.

"It's cold outside, let's sit in the house first. It's a poor family, Brother Zhao, don't be surprised." Luo Yong said and led a few people to his convenience store, and the three horses were also led into the yard.

When Si Niang and Wuro saw that they came in, they held the puppy egg and went to Auntie and Er Niang. The kang in the room was also very warm, but be careful not to let Xiao Liu and Xiaoqi press the eggs.

Luo Yong first carried some straw to feed the horses, and then went into the house to enter the three people.

The three men in the convenience store were already fascinated by the kang at this time. They had touched the head and tail of the kang, and even the few garlic trees planted in a broken jar in the corner were very strange.

Luo Yong poured them a bowl of hot water on the kang, and sat on the kang and started chatting with them.

According to these people, the Zhao family is also a relatively decent family in Shuozhou, and the family is engaged in livestock trading.

A few days ago, the Zhao family Dalang tasted a piece of fermented bean curd by chance, and was shocked. Then he went out for the New Year and rode his horse all the way to Xipo Village.

If the original owner's memory is correct, Shuozhou should be north of Hedong Road, next to the grassland. Since the Zhao family is engaged in a livestock business, they think they have to deal with herdsmen frequently... Luo Yong immediately thought of wool.

The cashmere I got a few days ago has been rubbed into wool. With Luo Erniang and the others' skills of rubbing twine for many years, they have finished rubbing all the cashmeres in a bag without much time. They are trying to knit socks now.

When the wool was rubbed out, Luo Yong thought about dyeing it, but the dyeing was really troublesome and the dyeing was very expensive. If you collect it yourself, it would not be easy to accumulate little by little, so you had to put the dyeing matter first.

The picture of the sweater and robe was no longer visible for a while. Luo Yong was thinking about it now, and he would rather get out the wool socks first. The socks are mainly about keeping warm and do not pursue visual effects. No matter whether they are dyed or not, as long as the warmth effect is good, the sales will not be too bad.

He told Erniang before that he would buy her silver hairpin as long as he could knit wool socks, which was not a joke.

Don’t underestimate the power of a pair of socks. Think about how many people the pairs of inconspicuous socks have supported in the 21st century. The more Luo Yong thought about it, the more he felt that it was indeed the best small commodities for him.

"Zhao Dalang, do your herdsmen have the habit of shaving wool?" Luo Yong asked.

"What are you doing for shaving wool?" Zhao Chen said in confusion.

"Spring is about to enter. In the near future, you can shave the wool and sell it for money. It will grow again in a few months, and it won't delay anything." Luo Yong said with a smile.

It seems that he was lucky to get cashmere in Lishi County last time. During that period, they went in and out of other people's homes every day. They basically knew what good things were in the city's homes, so they did not miss the cashmere. The cashmere was cleaned and processed, and the price transferred to him by the owner was also very cheap.

"Who wants the shaved wool?" Zhao Chenqi said, could someone want that thing?

"I want it." Luo Yong smiled.

"Take it serious?" Zhao Chen opened his eyes wide.

"Take it seriously, I can exchange ten kilograms of wool for one kilogram of fermented bean curd before Qingming Festival?" Luo Yong said with a happy face.

Zhao Chen: I thought it would cost a lot of money to buy fermented bean curd. Now, no matter how I think about it, I feel like I have encountered a sucker...
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