On March 25th, after eating the cake, the Du family and the master and servant finally began to prepare for the next day's trip.

That evening, Du Xi talked to Luo Yong. Luo Yong thought he wanted to say goodbye to him in advance. As a result, as soon as this guy opened his mouth, the image of a nobleman who was already in danger suddenly fell to the ground.

"You mean... on credit?" Luo Yong has gained some knowledge this time.

That's the Du family of Jingzhao. Do you know that there is a high-ranking official named Du Ruhui next to Li Shimin. That's right, it's their family. Even a country scholar like Luo Sanlang who turns a blind eye to the outside world, I heard people say it before.

"Do Sanlang doesn't believe me?" the guy asked.

"This is the first time I am lucky to visit the Du family in Jingzhao." Luo said politely, but he was not so polite in his heart. This is the first time we meet, brother, I know who you are, what if you are a liar?

"So..." The other party looked regretful.

"So, leave a token for me." The so-called "staying a line of people" is Luo Yong who looks at this guy, probably the person from the Du family of Jingzhao. After all, there are not so many liars these days. Besides, his demeanor and temperament do not seem to be pretending. Since this is the case, it is better to maintain friendly relations with him.

When Du Qilang heard that the other party wanted a token, he reached out and touched it. As a result, he didn't even find anything valuable. Then he thought about it, and took down a jade pendant hanging around his neck and handed it to Luo Yong: "Sanlang must keep this item for me."

Luo Yong took the jade pendant that was still warm, and felt a little strange in his heart. However, this jade was indeed a good piece of jade, so he accepted it with confidence. After that, Du Xi told him that he wanted to make some credit for this and that one, and Luo Yong agreed to it more readily.

During this trip to Xipo Village, Du Qilang returned with a full load. He got 60 pairs of socks alone, and asked for thirty pairs of mats. He also brought a large jar of fermented bean curd to the car.

"Xie Kui." Du Qilang called his servant in the car.

"What's the matter?" Xie Kui was driving a car in front of him. His husband said that he would rush back to Chang'an City with a quick horse. If the weather was late, the weather would be warmer. Although it would be the same for him to take it out until this autumn and winter, Du Qilang did not have such good patience.

"When I return to Chang'an City and exchange these things for cash, I will invest in you to open a fried noodle shop in the shop?" Du Qilang said.

"It's for me?" Xie Kui didn't believe it.

"Let's start together, I will contribute to your efforts." Du Qilang said.

"If you want to call me to do your job, just say it." Xie Kui said without giving face.

"When we make money selling fried noodles, we will collect more wool. By the way, I asked you to take a look at Luo Erniang's house this morning. Have you seen it?" Du Qilang changed the topic.

"I didn't look at anything, and I rolled my eyes." Xie Kui said depressedly.

"Then Luo Erniang is so useless?" It doesn't look like it.

"It's their fourth wife." Xie Kui said.

"Hahaha! That little lady is a stingy." Du Qilang gloated: "It's okay if you don't look at it. We can stock up some wool first and wait for the future..."

Du Qilang imagined his wonderful money to make a fortune along the way, but he didn't know that the cashmere used to knit the wool socks was only available in winter. After spring, as the temperature rose, the goat gradually faded away, leaving only a piece of wool and no velvet.

·

In early April, Zhao Chen from Shuozhou also transported the second batch of wool, which was also the last batch of this year. He had asked his family members to go to the grassland to purchase wool. When he came back to Luo Yong here last time, these wool-collecting subordinates had not yet been able to return to Shuozhou City, but this time they caught up.

Luo Yong was also very happy to see the wool of the ox cart. So much wool should be enough for him to spend more than half a year. The things he made should be sold for a lot of money at that time.

This time, Du Xi's master and servant only left three guan of money and moved so many things from him, so Luo Yong was not worried.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party was from the Du family of Jingzhao, and if he hadn't wanted him to help promote his socks before the end of spring, Luo Yong would never have let him on credit so easily, as it would be the same with a jade pendant here, and he wouldn't really use this thing to exchange for money.

Now that someone has already made the advertisement and the materials are in place, Luo Yong is more at ease. Even if he has less liquidity on hand now, it will definitely be a matter of time to make money.

What he didn't expect was that Zhao Chen actually didn't want fermented bean curd this time. Didn't he say that his reputation for fermented bean curd had already reached their Shuozhou City? So is this thing more valuable? Why don't fermented bean curd again this time?

After asking, I realized that this guy actually wanted to sell fried noodles with sauce. He thought that the profit should be higher when processing the big sauce into fried noodles and then selling it, and maybe he could run an old store with a reputation.

He also told Luo Yong that he did not take away all the dai sauce this time because he was worried that he would take too much and put it in a mess. So he only took part of it back this time, and when it was almost used up, he would let the servants come to pick it up in the carriage.

Luo Yong listened, but felt that it was not reliable. The journey was long and the cost was too high.

"How many days did Dalang spend on the road here?" Luo Yong asked Zhao Chen.

"Twenty-one." Zhao Chen smiled bitterly. Since he first came to Xipo Village and saw these good things in the Luo family, he has been traveling between Lishi County and Shuozhou City. In the past few months, he has spent almost all his time on the road.

Luo Yongran was silent. Even if Zhao Chen didn't say it, he could guess the hardships he had been going through. In this era of underdeveloped industrial technology, everything depends on human and animal power. It is naturally very difficult to travel a long distance.

"In this way, I will teach you the method of making bean paste, how about it?" Luo Yong said.

"Take it serious?" Zhao Chen opened his eyes wide, and his palms placed on the table unconsciously clenched into fists.

"Natural." Luo Yong said: "It is only in the next two years that you must continue to supply me with wool. As long as you have the same amount as this year, I will be ready in advance for the fermented bean curd needed for the wool."

"In this way, I thank Sanlang!" Zhao Chen stood up and bowed like Luo.

"If the price of wool increases next year and next, you must also remember your promise today." Luo Yong also stood up and reached out to hold up the other party's arm.

“That’s natural.”

Zhao Chen's family is also a businessman. Since he saw the wool felt cushion made by Luo Yong, he guessed that the price of wool will definitely increase in the future. However, so no one has purchased wool so he still sent this batch of goods to Luo Yong.

But by the fall and winter of this year, if someone else can afford a better price, the Zhao family will definitely choose to trade with new customers.

However, after today, the situation has changed again. Since he promised Luo Yong that he would still supply so much wool to him next year and next year, he would definitely do it. As for other buyers, it is necessary to see if the wool collected by his family is surplus.

Although the Zhao family in Shuozhou is not as good as the big families in Taiyuan and Chang'an, they have been operating on the grassland for many years. If they want to deal with herdsmen, they will have an advantage over others. Even if the price of wool increases next year and the next year, it will not be a big problem for them to buy so much wool. If it really doesn't work, I will send a few people to the depths of the grassland.

A few days later, Zhao Chen started to learn how to make sauce with Luo Yong, and the subordinates he brought went out to collect food.

The grain price in Lishi County is relatively cheaper, which is cheaper than that in Taiyuan, Shuozhou. They drove a ox cart from afar. It was not cost-effective to go back empty trucks. At least they transported some cheap grains back. Even if they were transported to Taiyuan City for reselling, they could make some money.

As for accommodation, the yard near Luo's family has also been repaired. I have let them all live there these days, just put a few more beds in the house and squeeze in.

Then they can stay. Those who are away from home do not pay much attention to it. They can rest for a few days in this village and eat well and sleep soundly, which is much better than when they are on the way.

When this group of people left, it was already mid-April and the spring was already deep.

·

In Chang'an City, flowers are flying in April, which is a good time to go out.

Recently, everyone in the city's gentry knew that Du Qilang had some soft socks of different colors from somewhere. It was said that they were very warm. If he put on such socks and put on a pair of leather boots, the soles would be like a warm stove under his feet.

But Du Qilang said that he had only gotten back a few pairs and refused to share them with others. Then in the past two days, some people asked him to change their socks with gifts. Some people changed them, but some people didn't. I don't know if the things they took were not in line with Du Qilang's wishes, or the people who took them were not in line with Du Qilang's wishes.

·

Qiao Junlin's uncle's surname is Hou Lin, and he worked in Hongwenguan and served as a proofreader. He was from the ninth rank.

Although he was a small official, he had established himself in Chang'an City at least. He took his nephew over earlier and planned to keep it beside him and trained it.

On this day, Hou Lin also went to work at Hongwenguan as usual. He felt that there was nothing wrong with it. But for some reason, many colleagues and students in Hongwenguan were all staring at him, which made Hou Lin wonder.

I don’t see anyone paying attention to him like this on weekdays. Today, he didn’t do anything, and they were staring at him one by one.

"Waiting for proofreading, come on, let's ask you something."

"What's the matter?"

After such exchanges, Hou Lin finally figured it out that these people were not looking at him, but the pair of socks on his feet.

In recent days, he has spent a lot of effort on his nephew and has not gone out to socialize and drink with these people. The news has been a bit behind. It is only the first time I heard about Du Qilang.

Now their colleagues asked him if he knew the source of the socks and could help them get a pair of them. As for why, it was naturally to show off.

In this era, most officials were not based on the imperial examinations. The imperial examination system was just a little Beibi who had just been born not long ago and was not a rival to the gentry. At this time, people wanted to become officials, one was based on their family background, and the other was based on their reputation. The more famous the person was, the more likely he was to get the attention of the upper class, and then the more chance he had to stand out.

Since his colleagues said so, Hou Lin naturally didn't want to refuse. In fact, he didn't want to refuse, because he wanted to establish a good relationship with his colleagues and also wanted to show off.

Then that night, after Hou Lin returned home, he told Qiao Junlin that he had discussed with his colleagues that he would arrange for two servants to go to Xipo Village to buy socks. It would be better for Qiao Junlin to give them a token, so as not to wait for others to get over there and cause other twists and turns.

"This time, I'm afraid it's going to be summer." Qiao Junlin grabbed his hair. He was dizzy at this time and couldn't figure out what these Chang'an people wanted to do.

"Not hindrance." Hou proofreading said that entering summer would not prevent them from wearing wool socks.

As for the token, Qiao Junlin reached out and touched the note in his arms. He was a little reluctant to let it go, so he bent down and took off the pair of socks he wore on his feet and handed them over to his uncle.

"..." Hou Xiaoshu was silent and reached out to take the pair of socks.
Chapter completed!