At the beginning of the twelfth lunar month, Qiao Junlin, who was in Chang'an City, received two pairs of boots from Luo Yong's trustee, one pair was for Qiao Junlin and the other was for Du Xi.
Many people in Chang'an have now heard about these rubber-soled leather boots.
The emperor's move this time is really big, and those well-informed nobles can know the whole story as long as they make a little inquiry.
Secondly, General You Wuhou wears his pair of leather boots all day long.
It is difficult for everyone not to see him.
Those ministers and minor officials in the same department as him are looking at him every day.
It's been a long time, but I haven't seen him change his shoes once.
"It is said that these boots are now unavailable even if you want to buy them."
Hou Lin held up his nephew's boots and couldn't put them down.
Luo Sanlang from Xipo Village is also a strange person.
I heard that many people have traveled thousands of miles to buy boots from him recently, but he didn't buy them.
He said he wanted to make a pair for each of his disciples first, which made many people feel sad.
Despite his dissatisfaction, there have been more rumors about him in Chang'an City in the past few days.
However, this situation did not last long.
It is said that a few mean-mouthed people made a random arrangement to make fun of Luo Sanlang in a street wine shop.
As a result, they were taught a lesson by Zheng Shilang, who happened to be passing by, in front of everyone on the street.
His face made those boys so embarrassed.
The Zheng Shilang was born in the Zheng family of Xingyang.
The Zheng family of Xingyang was the best among the current noble clan.
The Zheng Shilang also had a high status in the clan.
Who could have expected that he would stand up to help Luo Luo this time?
Saburo spoke.
Originally, among these nobles, not everyone hated and disliked Luo Sanlang.
There were also many people who had a good impression of him and even admired him.
However, some of the things Luo Yong did, after all, hurt the interests of the entire noble group. , so when someone stood up to oppose and resist him, others naturally didn't have much objection.
The reason why Minister Zheng stood up this time was probably because the words and deeds of those young people were really disgraceful and seriously lost the face of the entire gentry group, making those who originally wanted to be patient no longer able to bear it any longer.
Then after Minister Zheng, many people came forward to speak for Luo Yong one after another, including some who were famous and well-known.
Since Tang Jian brought back the vertical calculation method from Lishi County some time ago, the reputation of Luo Sanlang in Chang'an City has become somewhat different from the past.
This reason is actually very simple.
Last time Luo Yong made paper, and the papermaking technology that was originally unique to the family became a mass commodity.
Of course, the nobles were very unhappy.
This time Luo Yong came up with this vertical calculation method and made the secret method that originally belonged to Hu Shang a popular commodity.
The nobles also gained knowledge, which brought a lot of convenience to their lives.
Especially in terms of the property of each house and government, in the past, only a few professional accountants could understand the accounts.
Some of them were evil-minded and did not know how much they had to do.
Now that the vertical calculation method has been introduced, everyone Everyone knows how to calculate accounts, and it is not as easy to fool as before.
It is naturally more difficult to make fuss about the accounts than in the past.
First there is the method of burning soil and dung, and then there is the vertical calculation method.
In this winter, every household is still using the fire kang that was originally introduced from Xipo Village.
Just like that, you still have the nerve to brazenly talk about Luo Sanlang on the street.
It's no wonder that Zheng Shilang can't stand listening.
"You're lucky to have such a good friend."
Hou Lin sighed and handed the boots back to his nephew. "" Qiao Junlin took the boots handed over by his uncle, held them in his hands, and looked down at them.
For a moment, he didn't know what he felt in his heart.
He and Luo Yongying can be considered friends, right?
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In the early days, the reason why he went to his house was because of his skill in making tofu.
His stepmother couldn't tolerate him.
She always regarded him as a father whom he relied on, and she didn't value him as much as he expected.
At that time, he was sent to the countryside by his family.
He felt as if he had been kicked out of that home.
He had no idea where his future life would go, so he wanted to learn the art of making tofu so that he would not starve to death in the future.
Not long after, there was another incident with Azhi.
His miserable appearance was all seen by Luo Yong.
His insignificance and powerlessness, and everything that Qiao Junlin was trying to hide and overcome now, Luo Yong had seen clearly.
This is not what he wants.
When they meet again in the future, Qiao Junlin hopes that he has become a better person.
He hopes that he can stand in front of Luo Yong with a mature and confident image and let him know that he will never be the same again.
He is not the embarrassed child before.
"I'm going to Du Mansion."
Qiao Junlin said to his uncle.
"Go ahead and come back early."
Hou Lin waved his hand.
In his opinion, his nephew is really good in life, and with the help of Luo Yong, he can make friends with people like Du Shiwu, and he is a studious and progressive person.
His future achievements will definitely be higher than his uncle's, or maybe he can.
Getting ahead is also unknown.
Qiao Junlin went out with Du Xi's boots.
On both sides of the street outside, he saw many farmers selling cashmere with baskets.
Since winter this year, there have been many people killing sheep in and around Chang'an City, mainly for the cashmere that has just grown on the goats.
As a result, the price of mutton has dropped a lot at that time, A Zhi.
I bought it several times and Qiao Junlin also ate a lot.
Most of those selling wool in the city these days are farmers outside the city.
They kill their own sheep, scrape off the wool, then sort the wool and cashmere, and then sell the wool to others to make mats.
The price is very low.
The price of cashmere is much higher, and many wealthy merchants are willing to buy it.
If an ordinary wealthy family looks at cashmere at a reasonable price, they will also collect some.
When they have saved a lot, they can exchange cashmere sweaters with the merchants from Xipo Village.
If a set of cashmere sweaters weighs two kilograms, , they would have to exchange three pounds of cashmere.
At this time, in a small workshop in the south of the city.
"Hey, your hands and feet are quite fast, and you picked cleanly.
Okay, go get two cooking cakes."
A tall young man with a fierce face carefully inspected the goods handed over by the kid opposite.
When he saw him He did this job better than most people, so he started to praise him.
"Hey."
The skinny boy opposite him, who looked like a monkey, responded and quickly went to cook the cakes.
At first glance, there were quite a few people in their workshop, most of them half-grown children, and a few women.
There are several workshops like this in Chang'an City now.
They are found in almost every workshop where civilians live.
They help people sort wool.
The owner of the workshop takes over the business from the wealthy merchants, and then finds some women.
People and children come over to do the work, and I earn some of the difference in price.
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Most of these workshops calculate wages according to the amount of work done by each person, but they refuse to let people take it home to make it for fear of being cheated of cashmere.
Especially in their workshop, they can't ask people to take things home.
The owner of this workshop was originally a local ruffian, but he has made some progress over the years, and he has turned himself into a protection fee collector.
It is not the kind of blackmail or extortion, but the neighbors voluntarily give some rice, flour, money and food, and when something goes wrong, he Go to them.
Most of the children in the workshop now had unclean hands and feet and were caught by him.
To put it bluntly, they were all thieves in the past.
Usually when the shop owner catches a thief, if the person is a capable adult, he will definitely beat him to death.
If he doesn't beat such a person, the neighborhood they cover will not be able to stop.
But if you catch children, sometimes you really have no choice.
Unless you can be ruthless and kill all these children, otherwise there will be no law to cure this matter and they will have no food to eat.
What do you think you should do?
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Therefore, the workshop owner used to be most annoyed by these children who stole things.
He would catch them and throw them out, only to have to run back a few days later.
Sometimes he would meet some shameless kids who wanted to take advantage of them.
It was because he was soft-hearted and gave it a try or two, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Who told him that he had been like this when he was a child?
The result was good, half of the beggars and thieves in Chang'an City knew about him now, and they took him for granted.
Seeing that there was no way out, he was almost bored to death by these children, and he was so poor that he was about to lose his pants.
Finally, an idea flashed through him, and he came up with such a way to find a helper.
In the wool-picking workshop, all these children are asked to work.
Those who do not work and want to earn a living will be thrown out.
Although he has been on the street since he was a child, he is very honest and trustworthy.
Over the years, he has made many friends.
It is not difficult to get some wool-picking business.
"Xing Er, have you finished picking all my wool?"
At this time, a merchant with a round belly and a fur wrapped body came over to pick up the goods.
"No, you didn't mean to ask for it the day after tomorrow."
Xing Er held a bamboo stick in his mouth and was writing something crookedly on a small blackboard.
If you look closely, you can still make out what he wrote.
Arabic numerals.
"A friend brought back a batch of goods from Shizhou.
I asked him to keep it for me first and send him the cashmere before dinner, otherwise he would have to exchange it for someone else."
The fat man said angrily.
"Boys, you've heard that you have to drive this batch of goods out before dinner.
I'll ask Fat Qiyi to buy you a mutton sesame cake."
Xing Er's words immediately caused the group of boys to groan.
"I'm going to call Amei to help."
There was a ghost who wanted to bring his family to eat together.
"Okay, your sister is only four years old.
If you can help me, don't worry about it.
Just work quickly."
These little brats are too greedy.
There are so many people in the workshop now, and only one person can do it.
A mutton sesame cake was enough to make Fat Qi feel distressed for a while.
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If he hadn't been in such a hurry to get the goods, it would have been strange to have caused him to bleed like this.
It was actually very cold in the winter, and the conditions of this workshop were very crude.
Xing Er was originally a man who had no savings.
Now, in order to get light, he simply gave up the sealed earth house and built it in an open space behind his house.
They built a thatched shed with drafts on all sides, and the boys all worked in the shed.
These kids all had big noses and stinging snot, and their hands were not slow in their movements.
There were also a few other women, most of whom were from poor families in the nearby area.
I heard that there was a mutton sesame cake in their hands.
His movements couldn't help but speed up a little bit more.
Although Chang'an City is prosperous, there are also many poor people living there.
Not every household can afford the mutton biscuits that look very ordinary on the street.
How many children from poor families look forward to it day and night, but they never get a fragrant and hot biscuit. gd1806102: