Chapter 451: 451: Money Blowing From The Wind (5)

Chapter 451 Chapter 451: Money Blowing In The Wind (5)
"Xiao Dongjia's words are a disgrace to the slaves." This man is the shopkeeper of Jubaozhai of the North Xinjiang. He has long been out of slavery, but in the face of Gu Min's only bloodline, he still claims to be a slave. His respect is even more nostalgic for Gu Min. "A little more than ten years ago, Xiao Dong's family is already so big. If the old owner knows Izumi, how happy he should be."
Everyone else was patriarchal, but the old owner prayed for worship everywhere as soon as she was pregnant, hoping that God would give her daughter.
Gu Xin collected a lot of "Send Avalokitesvara" for Gu Min. He has a deep understanding of Gu Min's obsession.
Now I can see that Gu Min's daughter has grown into Yushu, and there is no regret in this life.
No, wait a minute ... What the is Yushu Linfeng?
Gu Xin looked at Jiang Yanji with entangled eyes, and the old man didn't say anything else.
Jiang Yanji looked out to the soldier and horse outside the city, "Are you really the old man before the mother?"
The ancient faith God understood and said, "The Xiaodong family must not misunderstand. Those who are borrowing from the Liuzhou pastor. It is not easy to trade in the heyday of the peace, let alone the chaotic world today. Here, the old slave borrowed some soldiers and horses from Mrs. Liu, and never wanted to cause misunderstanding to Xiaodong's family. "
Jiang Yanji couldn't help but raise his mouth slightly, and said, "Thank you, I don't know how to call you?"
Regardless of Gu Xin's age and qualifications, just looking at the other person's dress and overall temperament, it is not ordinary to think of it. Jiang Yanji does not really consider him a man because he claims to be an "old slave".
To say the age, Jiang Yanji's previous age plus this life, after rounding up, can basically be regarded as Guxin's peers.
Gu Xin thought for a while, his voice was a little dumb and authentic, "If the little owner doesn't mind, call the old slave an old uncle."
"Uncle Gu." Jiang Yanji responded with kindness.
Gu Xin did not know what was recalled, his eyes were covered with red silk, and he replied happily, "Oh!"
The three fans and the audience in the live broadcast room were still in an aggressive state. They didn't understand why they suddenly made such a big turn, and they didn't understand one by one until the conversation between them was completed, and they were relieved.
It's best not to fight, this ancient letter has a look at the protagonist (anchor), maybe there is something good.
Jiang Yanji had guessed what Gu Xin sent. She smiled and took the long life in Feng Jin's arms and kissed the little girl's forehead.
"Lucky star."
Changsheng opened his eyes inexplicably, shouted, and then fluttered and wanted to kiss him back.
I wonder how much misunderstanding her move caused to Gu Xin!
His eyes moved with horror at the giggling Changsheng and Jiang Yanji, and then he opened his eyes full of anger at Feng Jin!
"Take her down. The wind in the city wall is prone to cold. The child is ill and cannot be cured."
Returning Changsheng to Fengjin with her wind-wrapped robe, the girl looked awkward.
The alarm in Xiangyang County was lifted, and not only did the trouble seek her, but she also gave her money and food.
Gu Xin is a serious and rigorous person. He temporarily put aside his internal tangles and stepped a little behind. He followed Jiang Yanji down the city wall and reported clearly the objects brought this time, even the number of losses on the road. Speak clearly, and even make a list, acting frankly and brightly, people can see his sincerity at a glance.
Hearing the arrangement of sheepskin and foal, several of Feng Jin admired him.
What they lack now is not food, and what Gu Xin sent really solved the urgent need.
Because of the migrants from Shangjing and Fengyi, and the thousands of captives in the Qingyi army, these foreign populations have caused more people in Xiangyang County than before the movement. The winter in the north of Dongqing has always been very cold. Sufficient warm clothing, Xu Yi was still worried about how to spend the winter, I did not expect Guxin to send sheepskins, as soon as tens of thousands of sheepskins have been prepared!
If these sheepskins are acquired in Dongqing, the price is expensive, and it is estimated that they will not collect so much. Not only that, the sheep domestically raised in Dongqing have short and sparse wool, and the wool sent by Gu Xin is long and dense. A piece of sheepskin is very heavy in the hand.
However, how can such sheepskin be made into warm clothing?
Jiang Yanji frowned and tried to countermeasures, and the audience on the other side of the live room was also thinking about it.
[Ha ha ha ha ha]: Or else, simply cut the wool on it to a suitable length?
[Draft fees finally arrived]: Shearing is no problem, but you can see how thick those wools are. The owner of sheepskin felt that from birth to being slaughtered, he never sheared wool in his whole life. What if I want to cut the right length and cut the wool? Wasn't it good?
[It's rich again]: The cut wool is recycled. Wash it, and tuck it into the middle of your clothes.
Everyone couldn't help but think of the practice of down jackets, it seemed not impossible.
Jiang Yanji felt otherwise useful. She had previously visited the largest historical museum in the Commonwealth. She had seen a kind of clothes called a "sweater" and a scarf made of threads. According to the introduction at the time, it seemed that there was also a wool component ...
I just don't know how to thread the wool and knit it.
If there is no audience in the live broadcast room, Jiang Yanji is expected to experiment by herself for a while. If the experiment fails, she can only let the person wash the wool, comb it, and then sew it into the clothes interlayer, which can also keep warm ...
But now there are audiences, just ask a question, everyone works together to find a solution.
So Jiang Yanji asked about sweaters and scarves.
She was a little worried. What if these things didn't exist in those days?
As a result, not only did the audience know that they also gave Jiang Yanji a wave of flowers and sent a few 666.
[Every day I want to make more changes]: I moved to the small bench, and watched the anchor fleece, weaving, hahaha, the picture is too beautiful.
[I want to pretend to be dead]: I think Feng Jin is really going crazy. The anchor, you pity them, how are you? When they work overtime, the anchor plays mud; when they continue to work overtime, the anchor plays wood; when their overtime is about to collapse, the anchor runs to knit woolen sweaters ... I think if there is a forum in this era, maybe they will quietly post comments Anchor, I've thought about the topic-the 818 steak that is not working, not paying, and has a bad personality!
[Something to burn incense]: Hahaha, what kind of is skinless? My stomach hurts when I laugh.
[Nothing to retreat]: Don't you make it? Feng Jin's nickname was given to the anchor fan group by their fan group.
At that time, the names of the anchor fan groups were all tall titles such as "Goddess" and "Your Majesty".
However, the goose, the style of painting has changed since Jiang Xiji captured Xiangyang County. Jiang Xiji has no brain to squeeze Fengjin's labor force, allowing them to work overtime and rush to work. In a few months, no salary is given. It became "Ginger Steak Skin".
No matter how the audience hahaha, Jiang Yanji began to think seriously about the possibility of woolen wool and wool.
818, the protagonist who does not work all day, considers the possibility of a strike.
(End of this chapter)