Tang Jian and his party rested for two days in the Xu family guest house, and then set off south again.
Tang Jian himself did not ask Luo Yong for the method of firing the soil cement, and Luo Yong had no intention of offering it to him.
Before leaving, Luo Yong gave Tang Jian a set of cashmere sweaters and pants, saying that he asked the girls in the village to work together in the past two days to make them.
Then he gave him and his followers some cashmere socks, peony cushions, and oil-paper umbrellas. etc.
"There really isn't much to offer in this small wilderness village.
I hope Mr.
Tang and you gentlemen won't dislike it."
Luo Sanlang raised his hands and said to Tang Jian and others.
"Don't dislike it, don't dislike it."
Tang Jian was playing with a folding umbrella in his hand, opening and closing it, which made him unable to put it down.
This umbrella is very exquisitely made, with a green oilcloth umbrella made of fine silk.
Compared with those oil-paper umbrellas, it is obviously a higher level.
In addition, when opened, this umbrella is as big as an ordinary oil-paper umbrella, but when closed, it is only as long as a forearm.
After arranging the leaves and tying them with strings, it looks only as thick as a child's arm, which is really exquisite.
Seeing that the other party was satisfied, Luo Yong was relieved.
Although he had no intention of making friends with Tang Jian, he also didn't want to leave any bad feeling to the other party.
After sending off Tang Jian and his party, Xu Erlang asked Luo Yong: "Master, are we going to make more folding umbrellas in the near future?"
"Don't be busy with this for now.
Let's focus on farming.
If you have spare time, burn more soil and cement."
Luo Yong shook his head.
"If things continue as usual, within a few days, this folding umbrella will become popular in Chang'an City."
So what kind of person is Tang Jian?
This umbrella was brought back to Chang'an City by him, and when he used it, Surely others will soon follow suit.
Xu Erlang didn't want to let go of this good opportunity to make money.
It was already September, and winter would come soon after the autumn harvest.
Their Xu family guesthouse was about to enter the off-season that would last for several months.
Since there was this business opportunity, he naturally I just want to make more money.
"Mr.
Tang may not keep that umbrella for himself."
Luo Yong smiled and shook his head.
"Master said that he might dedicate that umbrella to the saint."
If Luo Yong didn't say it, Xu Erlang didn't expect this.
"Who knows?"
No one can say for sure.
Besides, Luo Yong knew very little about Tang Jian.
If we just talk about the current social situation, although there are some people who say that they are not from the royal family, many famous families nowadays are still very noble.
There are even many people who look down on the origins of the Li family and his son and think that they are not real aristocrats. .
In the usual impression of the feudal dynasty, a minister is performing official duties outside and gets something new on the way.
Needless to say, it must be presented to His Majesty the Emperor.
If it cannot reach His Majesty the Emperor, the next best thing is to choose the prince or the princess.
Ah, even relatives or one's immediate boss, etc.
But at this time in the Tang Dynasty, the situation was a little different.
At the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, there was still a strong Wei and Jin style in society.
Everyone was more concerned about face, and flattery had not yet become a social trend.
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At this time, many people valued reputation more than real material interests.
Let’s just talk about Wei Zheng.
I heard that every time he wrote advice to the emperor, he would make a separate copy and take it to the history museum. , and asked them to write these words in history books.
I heard that Li Shimin was also very angry when he learned about this.
But no matter what, it is better to have face and reputation than to be shameless.
The current social atmosphere is like this.
Whether they are civilians or nobles, everyone values their reputation very much.
Almost everyone has a sense of pride.
Among them, the one who impressed Luo Yong the most was a censor named Liu Fan.
The cause of the incident was King Wu Li Ke, one of Li Shimin's sons.
This guy liked to hunt on horseback and trampled on people's crops, so Liu Fan impeached him in the court.
Li Shimin protected his son, he said, Quan Wanji assisted my son, but could not make him behave properly.
He is guilty and deserves to die.
When Liu Fan heard this, he immediately slapped him back: "Fang Xuanling is assisting you, but I don't see you stopping hunting."
The emperor was very angry, but he did not do anything to Liu Fan on the spot.
Therefore, although it is indeed a feudal society now, it is still somewhat different from the feudal societies that followed.
Those clan children are indeed a very unfair existence to some civilians who want to get ahead, but I have to admit that many of them are indeed courageous and graceful.
Under such circumstances, it is hard to say whether Tang Jian would dedicate that umbrella to His Majesty the Emperor.
Many dynasties in later generations, and even until the twenty-first century, were taken for granted, but at this time, this may not be the case.
Xu Erlang picked at his beard and thought, what if Tang Jian really dedicated the umbrella to His Majesty the Emperor?
In a few days, they got a lot of folding umbrellas for sale in Chang'an City.
It does seem a bit inappropriate to get the help of young and old men from wealthy families.
Forget it, let’s burn more soil and cement.
Although his master has not said anything yet, many villagers in Xipo Village have already begun to discuss road construction.
If a cement road leading to the county seat can be built this winter, then in the future their village will It will be much easier to sell the soft tofu than it is now, and transportation costs will be greatly reduced.
If this matter is decided, they will use a lot of soil and cement this winter.
Even if the business of Xu's Guest House enters the off-season, the brothers can still make some income by working together in the cement workshop.
As for the work in the fields, they have recently hired a lot of helpers from the city at the rate of two cents a day plus two meals, so that they can save a lot of money themselves.
I was originally worried that Master would blame them for being lazy, but I didn't expect that Luo Yong would be very supportive after learning about it, and even said that some of the money was just for spending.
These disciples have been used to being frugal since they were young.
This time, if it weren't for the fact that there were too many tasks that they couldn't do themselves, they wouldn't be willing to spend money to hire people.
Although they could not understand Master's teachings at the moment, they listened carefully.
Many times, it often took a long time for them to truly understand the truth behind what Master said.
Therefore, Master's words always Yes, even if they still can't accept it for a while.
These disciples' trust in Luo Yong was somewhat blind, and Luo Yong himself knew this.
In the past, Luo Yong didn't like being trusted in this way.
He always felt that once he accepted such wholehearted trust, he would have to be responsible for the other person's trust.
He didn't think he could afford such a responsibility, and he didn't have any idea at all. willingness in this regard.
After all, things are a little different now.
Luo Yong can now accept such trust calmly, draw strength from this trust, and accordingly, bear their expectations and dependence on him.
Whether it is giving or taking, it requires courage, and Luo Yong is still in the learning stage.
After being delayed by Tang Jian and others, two days had passed.
Over at the sheepfold, several of Luo Yong's disciples were about to harvest rice that day.
The autumn harvest work in the village was also in full swing.
Luo Yong calculated that After all, if we start building the threshing machine at this time, we probably won’t be able to make it in time.
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We might as well wait until next year.
The corn in Chang'an City is about to mature.
At this juncture, it doesn't hurt to be a little low-key.
The harvest of those rice fields in Champa was not bad, but there was still a big gap between the densely packed golden rice fields covered with heavy rice ears that Luo Yong saw in later generations.
Under normal circumstances at this time, one acre of rice fields produced only about 200 kilograms, which was not comparable to the rice fields of later generations that often weighed a thousand kilograms.
The rice ears were sparsely grown, and the rice grains were not full, giving it an air of desolation.
"I didn't expect that this rice could actually be grown."
Luo Yong's disciples were very happy.
Rice is very valuable in Lishi County.
There is no local production and it has always been transported from the south.
Now they have grown the rice themselves.
How can they be unhappy?
"The yield is not as good as millet."
Du Gou lamented.
What the locals call millet refers to unhulled corn.
In this era where filling the stomach is the main goal, yield is naturally the most important.
This Champa rice has high promotion value in the southern mountainous areas.
It can be grown in dry land, has a short growth cycle, and can be grown two crops a year.
But if you move to the north, in a place like Xipo Village, you will definitely not be able to plant it for two seasons.
I don’t know whether it is because of insufficient temperature or some other reason.
The yield is not very high, so naturally there is not much promotion value.
"The rice you grow yourself is more affordable than the rice you buy from outside."
Luo Yong was very satisfied with being able to grow rice.
In this era, the north did not produce rice at all.
In the Northeast, where rice was abundant in later generations, people there would My son is still living a life of fishing and hunting.
There is no threshing machine, so after the rice is cut, everyone uses threshing buckets to thresh the rice.
This threshing bucket is a bucket-shaped square wooden bucket with a large opening at the top and a small bottom at the bottom, about half a person tall.
When threshing, the threshing bucket was carried to the field.
Several people gathered around, holding the straw in their hands, and slapped it on the four sides of the threshing bucket to knock off the rice grains.
If it's clean, you have to start stroking it.
Although Luo Yong also worked on weekdays, he was still no match for his disciples.
Not long after harvesting the rice, his hands were pricked with pain from the thorns on the rice grains.
Fortunately, there wasn't much rice.
Du Gou didn't bring much seeds at first, so Luo Yong gave them to several of his disciples to plant.
Although they took good care of them, they only got less than sixteen bushels of rice in the end.
When these disciples originally leased Luo Yong's fields, the rent stipulated in the contract was 30% of the harvest, which is also the current general market situation.
However, on the basis of this 30% rent, many hosts will also add some miscellaneous charges, and some people will even force tenants into private slaves.
In comparison, Luo Yong's place is much better.
The situation of these rice plants this year is a little special, because the seeds of these rice plants are quite precious and are provided by Luo Yong.
In this case, naturally they can no longer be divided according to Sanqi.
Luo Yong's disciples each left only a small amount of rice as food for the coming year, and most of the rest was given to Luo Yong.
Originally, according to their intention, it would be good if they could leave half a bushel of seeds, but Luo Yong asked them to keep one bushel each.
One of the households planted the best seeds, and Luo Yong also gave some more, for a total of five.
Each family had more than five buckets of rice left.
As a result, Luo Rong finally had only one load of rice left.
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This golden load of rice made the children in the family extremely happy.
In the past, my brother asked someone to buy rice from the county.
He only bought a few liters or two each time, which was enough to make one or two meals of rice porridge.
Yes, this time I got such a full load of rice, how could I not be happy?
After the rice was dried, it was put in two large jars in the house.
On the first day, Luo Yong took out half a bucket, put it in a stone mortar, pounded it carefully, and cooked a pot of fragrant white rice that night.
The sweet aroma of white rice filled the yard, making the children in the family circle around the stove with greed, making Luo Yong look a little funny.
Half a bucket of rice was a lot less, but it couldn't resist the large number of people in their family.
In the end, everyone only got a big bowl.
They wanted to add a second bowl, but it was gone.
If they hadn't already, When I was full, I had no choice but to nibble on one or two mixed flour pancakes.
On this side, the brothers and sisters were immersed in eating.
On the other side, outside the Luo family yard, next to the side courtyard wall, two new houses were built recently.
Mrs.
Zheng and her little daughter lived in the front one.
One room.
The mother and daughter were also eating at this time.
On the Kang table were two bowls of white rice, a plate of fried pickles, and a large bowl of radish with soup.
The little girl had been swallowing saliva since the smell of rice wafted from the Luo family's yard.
She couldn't hold it back any longer.
She put the food on the table, picked up the rice bowl and put it in her mouth.
Mrs.
Zheng smiled and didn't say anything to her.
She didn't eat the bowl of rice, but took out a piece of mixed flour cake from a basket at the end of the kang to eat.
"Auntie, why don't you eat such a big bowl of rice?
One bowl is enough for me."
The little girl swallowed the rice in her mouth with a gurgle and said to her auntie, with some excitement on her face. expression.
Luo Sanlang and the others were so kind.
She was originally a little worried that the mother and daughter might not be able to eat today's rice, but she didn't expect that they would be given two such large bowls, two large open-mouthed stoneware bowls.
They all stood out.
"Eat it."
Mrs.
Zheng said to her with a smile.
She held the mixed flour pancake in one hand and picked up some radish with chopsticks in the other hand to eat.
"But I have to keep it for my sister and the others."
The little girl is not stupid.
She has noticed that her mother has slowly started to save rations recently.
A few days ago, a Dinghu man told them that her little brother went to the city gate to inquire about their mother and daughter with people from Xipo Village.
Mother has already sent a message back to them, telling them that she has settled down here, and asked them to stay at home and not to run around outside.
After that, grandma started to save food.
The little girl felt that with the amount of food given by the Luo family now, she could save at least half of each meal for her sister and the others.
However, her grandma stopped her and said Tell her to eat well.
If she is hungry and has a sallow complexion, people will think that the master has treated them harshly.
So after these days, the mother and daughter saved some of the most durable miscellaneous pancakes, and were not in a hurry to bring them back to their families.
After seeing these two bowls of snow-white and fragrant rice today, Zheng finally couldn't hold it any longer.
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After learning about her mother-in-law's plan, the little girl reluctantly put down the rice bowl in her hand, pushed it aside, and then went to get a noodle cake to nibble on.
Mrs.
Zheng didn't stop her.
She smiled and touched her daughter's cheek.
The little girl also smiled at her with a cute face.
The mother and daughter ate some mixed flour cakes with a bowl of radish, and then Mrs.
Zheng took out a piece of oil paper from a slightly rough wooden cabinet at the end of the kang, made a few gestures with her hands, and finally cut it out.
I took down three pieces of oil paper of the same size and kept the rest in the cabinet.
The two of them wrapped the fried pickles that were also untouched on the Kang table in rice, wrapped them in oil paper, pinched them slightly tightly, and put them in a small basket with a few mixed flour pancakes saved in the past few days.
The next day, at noon.
"Sister, brother, look what grandma has brought us."
A seven or eight-year-old boy held a small gailan in his hand and ran quickly through the alley and into his courtyard.
"Aniang has brought us something."
A girl of thirteen or fourteen years old came out of the hall.
"Guess" the boy chuckled and walked into the house carrying the basket.
"How could I guess?"
The little girl was very happy when she heard that her mother-in-law had brought something back to them.
She stretched out her hand and beat her sore shoulders, then turned around and followed her back to the house.
"Brother, guess what?"
The boy was obviously very happy.
"You can't guess."
On the Kang in the main room, there was another young man sitting at the table, peeling a small piece of bamboo.
After their aunt went to Xipo Village, the three of them made bamboo chains at home to earn money.
"I knew you couldn't guess it."
The boy couldn't help himself at this time.
Without any further delay, he opened the lid and took out three rice balls wrapped in oil paper.
The three of them shared one each.
When the outer layer of oil paper was opened and the white rice grains inside were revealed, the two older children in the room were also surprised.
Although they had heard of Luo Sanlang's reputation, the Zhengs and their daughters were raising pigs for people after all, so it was inevitable that they would suffer some hardship there, but they never expected that they could have such good food.
"This rice is so delicious."
"I heard someone say that some rice was planted next to Luo Sanlang's sheepfold this year.
This rice must have come from there."
"Grandma and the others must not be willing to eat it themselves."
"Sister, this rice is delicious."
"Yeah, it's delicious."
"When I make money in the future, I will buy it for you too."
"It would be better for you to make more bamboo chains at home."
“I won’t go out in the afternoon.”
"Has aunt come back with a message?"
"Just say they are fine over there." "" The three siblings were eating rice balls and talking.
The youngest child kept talking, and her sister listened patiently.
There was also an older boy, holding rice balls and eating quietly by the window, only occasionally Say a word or two.
Outside the window is his backyard.
There is a small vegetable patch in the yard, and a new clump of dianthus was planted this spring.
It is already the middle of September in the lunar calendar, and the temperature is getting lower every day.
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There are no vegetables in the vegetable patch, but the small bamboo bushes are still green.
In the room, the little boy was wearing shabby clothes and holding a rice ball in his hand.
While eating, he talked happily about how much money he would earn in the future and how much delicious food he would buy.
It's just that he is still too young, so he doesn't understand that there may be many delicious foods in his life in the future, but there may not be a single meal that can truly compare to the moment he holds in his hands.
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