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Chapter 144: I'm sorry


After the time has entered the third month of the lunar calendar, many places in the south have begun to enter the plum rain season.

The wet and cold raindrops bring the breath of spring, moisturize the earth, and bring hope for the new year's harvest.

At the same time, it also causes many problems for people's travel. inconvenient.

To the west of Lishi County, on the other side of Luliang Mountain, there is a small village called Shuangtang Village, which is quietly rising.

This village belongs to Qincheng, Taiyuan Prefecture.

It is not far from the official road from Taiyuan Prefecture to Chang'an City.

Although it is not rich, the villagers can earn some money by relying on this official road, which is better than those in poor and remote places. , it is still much better.

This village, which is neither particularly poor nor far from wealthy, has changed recently because of a foreign wife in the village.

This foreign daughter-in-law is now very old, and her eldest son has already married.

Her natal family was originally in Guyaoling, which is a notoriously poor place.

Her husband wandered there due to the war in his early years, and received help from their family.

Hence the connection.

Last winter, her two maternal nephews came to the village and said that they had learned a craft from Luo Sanlang of Xipo Village and planned to make a living from it.

However, their hometown village is located in a remote area and is not as convenient for transportation and business operations as Shuangtang Village, so they wanted to develop here.

Who in Xipo Village has never heard of the name Luo Sanlang, not to mention that their village is so close to the official road.

After confirming that her two nephews indeed had real skills and seemed to have no problems with their character, the people in the village quickly accepted them.

After all, everyone wanted their village to develop better, even if It cannot be like that in Xipo Village.

As long as it can slightly improve their lives, it is also good to add meat to the family every once in a while.

In this way, the Fan brothers and several young people from their village lived in Shuangtang Village from then on.

After that, they made oil-paper umbrellas from hemp paper in the village and carried them to the official road to sell them for five cents each.

After a while, they made some money.

Many villagers in Shuangtang Village also helped them chop hemp.

As long as the oil-paper umbrellas could be sold, the rollers would earn wages.

This whole winter, the village hardly had any rest.

Everyone was very happy to be able to earn some money during the off-season.

These people originally thought that it would be great to have this.

Who would have thought that just before the spring of this year, the Fan brothers actually said that they would teach the people in this village the skills of making hemp paper and oil-paper umbrellas.

From the perspective of the Fan brothers, they should also be worried that the villagers will be jealous when they see them making money, and that outsiders like them will not be treated well in this village in the future.

Besides, it is really difficult to hide the skills of making hemp paper and oil-paper umbrellas.

These villagers help them with their work every day, and basically already know it in their hearts.

Instead of bothering to hide it at this time, it is better to hide it.

Might as well be a smooth favor.

The villagers in Shuangtang Village obviously appreciated this.

In the days that followed, they treated the Fan brothers as if they were people from their own village, and they became much closer and friendly to the other Guyaoling people.

"It's an oil-paper umbrella, five cents each."

On this day, another villager from Shuangtang Village was selling umbrellas by the pipeline.

There had just been a spring rain yesterday and the road was still muddy.

Today, he was the only one selling umbrellas.

The villagers were either busy working in the fields or making paper umbrellas at home.

The Fan brothers recently received a large order, and their relatives couldn't finish it, so they called their fellow villagers to come in.

With so many people sharing one share, they planned to deliver the goods within ten days.

I heard that the merchant who came to them to buy umbrellas this time came from Luoyang.

I heard that there was more rain there and oil-paper umbrellas were easier to sell.

This official road is no better than a busy city, with all the traffic.

Most of the time, their road is uninhabited.

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If more than ten people pass by here in a day, it is considered quite lively.

Among the dozen or so people, about half were heading for Lishi County.

Lishi County used to be an ordinary small town, but now there are so many merchants and travelers traveling there.

Who could have imagined this in the past.

Not to mention Xipo Village, Shuangtang Village, no one could have imagined that today they could still make money by selling oil-paper umbrellas.

"How can you sell this oil-paper umbrella?"

Several carriages were approaching from a distance.

When the villagers saw them on the roadside, they quickly started selling at the top of their voices.

Sure enough, those carriages stopped.

The side window of one of the carriages was pushed open, and a serious-looking middle-aged man sat in the carriage and asked.

"It's five cents each.

You guys want to buy it.

It's been raining a lot lately.

It would be great to buy a few oil-paper umbrellas and put them in the car."

This villager is quite eloquent.

"I heard that oil-paper umbrellas in Lishi County only cost five cents each.

Why do you think they cost five cents here?"

the driver in front said immediately.

"You gentlemen are well-informed.

The oil-paper umbrellas in our village were learned from Luo Sanlang from Yona Xipo Village.

Although they are not produced in Lishi County, the quality is not bad.

If you don't believe me, please take a closer look. ” This oil-paper umbrella costs five cents, and there is not much profit in the first place.

The Fan brothers have already made an agreement with them that the villagers cannot lower the price of each other, otherwise the business of this oil-paper umbrella may not last long in the future.

In fact, the group of people did not intend to lower the price, but it was just the coachman casually saying that Xipo Village was too far away, and since there were oil-paper umbrellas in front of them, they would definitely have to buy what was in front of them.

"I'll buy four."

The man in the car said.

"Okay, four oil-paper umbrellas, twenty cents."

The villager looked happy.

The driver sitting in front checked the four oil-paper umbrellas one by one, then took out a small bunch of copper coins from his arms, untied the rope used to string the coins, counted twenty coins and handed them to him.

The villager collected the money and continued to squat by the roadside.

The twenty copper coins were heavy in his arms, and he suddenly felt a little more energetic.

Some time ago, there were quite a few people selling umbrellas in their village, but not all of them were good at selling.

For some honest villagers, letting them stand on the roadside hawking was not as good as going back to making umbrellas and making hemp.

Paper.

So they went back to making umbrellas and hemp paper as expected.

Only a few of them would come here regularly.

Among them, the one who loved this work the most was the inconspicuous farmer in front of them.

He is good at selling umbrellas.

The umbrellas his family made themselves are no longer enough for him to sell, so he recently took umbrellas from neighbors and sold them.

For every oil-paper umbrella sold, he can earn half Money.

Today's business was good.

He sold four umbrellas early in the morning and earned two cents.

You must know that in their place, many people work very hard and may not be able to earn two cents a day.

This was just the beginning.

There was still more than half a day before dark.

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He was calculating in his mind that he might be able to sell ten handfuls today.

If that was the case, he would buy a piece of meat for his family tomorrow.

After waiting for some time, two tall horses came running up from the other end of the official road.

The villagers saw them and hurriedly went over to sell his oil-paper umbrellas: "Mr.

Lang, I want oil-paper umbrellas.

They cost five cents each." " However, what responded to him was just the sound of horse hooves that gradually faded away.

The villager stood behind and looked at the two people on horseback.

He couldn't see their faces clearly, but he had seen the clothes they were wearing once before.

It was said that they were traveling from Chang'an City to Taiyuan Prefecture to deliver a message. of servants.

Judging from the packages they carried on their backs, this time it was not like delivering a letter, but a delivery.

I just didn’t know what was there and who in Taiyuan City it was for.

Little did he know that the two officers were not going to Taiyuan Prefecture this time, but turned a corner in Fenzhou, crossed the Luliang Mountains, and headed for Xipo Village.

Because of Luo Sanlang's contribution to the prescription, His Majesty the Emperor ordered someone to send him half a bushel of corn seeds.

This half bucket of corn seeds is of extraordinary significance.

Corn is now the sixth grain that everyone knows and everyone knows.

No matter how tall Luo Sanlang is, he can't compare to the sacredness of this sixth grain.

So this time His Majesty the Emperor rewarded Luo Sanlang's sixth form has left many people confused.

Judging from the previous situation, the current person obviously doesn't like Luo Sanlang very much.

Although he doesn't do anything to him, his attitude is always somewhat neat and casual.

But judging from the situation this time, it seems that things are not what they thought before.

The emperor's will has always been difficult for others to figure out.

The more difficult it is for people to figure out, the easier it is to establish majesty.

This side of Xipo Village.

On this day, after dinner, Qiao Junlin rarely went to the Luo family yard to sit for a while.

This man usually wished he could break a quarter of an hour into two quarters to spend time.

It was rare to see him like this on this day.

Leisurely and relaxed.

Luo Yong was very happy for his arrival.

He specially boiled a pot of tea and invited him to drink tea and talk in the hall.

As a result, the two of them had just sat down and chatted for a few words when Qiao Junlin went off to the main topic, but his words were quite subtle: "I heard that the saint has rewarded you with the grain of the sixth grain this time.

I think you must value it very much." your" "That's not necessarily the case."

Luo Yong said with a smile: "Maybe he gave me too little before, and he felt quite embarrassed about it."

He said how could this kid be willing to spend time chatting today?

It turned out that he was worrying about this matter, and he had his heart in it.

Luo Yong could also see that this kid was focused on the good now and didn't care about others.

Wasting his time and energy on irrelevant matters.

"I'm sorry."

Qiao Junlin never thought that these four words could be associated with the aloof Ninth Five-Year Plan.

"Yes."

Luo Sanlang said with a smile.

"Ah sneeze."

The embarrassed Emperor said.

The author has something to say: I just got home, and my brain is still a bit unclear.

I clearly opened chapter 144 yesterday, but today I didn’t modify it to cover it, but opened another chapter.

As a result, I ended up in the current situation, with extra chapters.

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