Four Hundred and Fifty-One: Money Blown by the Wind (5)

"Young master, you are embarrassing me." The man in front of him was the shopkeeper of Beijiang Jubaozhai. He had long been freed from slavery, but in front of Gu Min's only blood, he still called himself an old slave. This was a respect for Jiang Pengji and a remembrance of Gu Min. "After more than ten years, the young master has grown up so much. If the old master knew about it, he would be so happy."

Others are sons and daughters, but the old master prayed to the gods and Buddhas as soon as she got pregnant, hoping that God would give her a daughter.

Gu Xin collected a lot of "Guanyin for daughters" for Gu Min, and he deeply understood Gu Min's obsession.

Now that Gu Min's daughter has grown up to be handsome, she has no regrets in this life.

No, wait a minute... What the hell is handsome?

Gu Xin looked at Jiang Pengji with a tangled look, and couldn't say anything else for a long time.

Jiang Pengji looked at the troops outside the city, "Are you really the old man from my mother's past?"

Gu Xin understood and said, "Young master, please don't misunderstand. Those are people borrowed from Liuzhou Mu. It's not easy to do business in a peaceful and prosperous era, let alone in this chaotic world. In order to deliver your things safely, I borrowed some soldiers from Master Liu, but I didn't expect to cause you to misunderstand."

Jiang Pengji couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly, and said, "Thank you, I don't know how to address you?"

Not to mention Gu Xin's age and qualifications, just looking at his clothes and his demeanor, he is not an ordinary person. Jiang Pengji will not really treat him as a servant just because he calls himself "old slave".

As for age, Jiang Pengji's age in his previous life plus his age in this life, after rounding off, can basically be considered Gu Xin's peer.

Gu Xin thought for a moment and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "If the young master doesn't mind, just call me Uncle Gu."

"Uncle Gu." Jiang Pengji agreed readily.

Gu Xin didn't know what he was recalling, his eyes were full of red, and he happily responded, "Ah!"

Feng Jin and the other two and the audience in the live broadcast room were still confused, not understanding how the situation suddenly took such a big turn. It was not until the two finished talking that they understood one by one and breathed a sigh of relief.

It would be best if there was no need to fight. Gu Xin knew the lord (anchor) at a glance, and maybe he brought something good.

Jiang Pengji guessed what Gu Xin had sent. She smiled and took Changsheng from Feng Jin's arms and kissed the little girl on the forehead.

"Lucky star."

Changsheng opened his eyes wide in confusion, screamed, and then fluttered to kiss back.

Little did she know how much misunderstanding her action caused Gu Xin!

His eyes moved in shock from the giggling Changsheng and Jiang Pengji, and then he glared at Feng Jin!

"Take her down, the strong wind on the city wall makes it easy to catch a cold, and it's hard to treat a sick child."

Changsheng and her windproof coat were returned to Feng Jin, and the little girl looked aggrieved.

The alarm in Xiangyang County was lifted, and the people who came were not only not causing trouble for her, but also giving her money, food and horses.

Gu Xin was a serious and rigorous person. He temporarily put aside his inner entanglement, fell behind a little, and followed Jiang Pengji down the city wall. While walking, he clearly reported the items he brought this time, and even the number of losses on the road was clearly stated, and even listed a list. He acted openly and honestly, and people could see his sincerity at a glance.

Hearing the arrangement of sheepskin and foal, Feng Jin and others looked at him with admiration.

What they lacked now was not food, and the things Gu Xin sent really solved the urgent need.

Because of the people who migrated from Shangjing and Fengyi, plus the thousands of captured Qingyi soldiers, these foreign populations caused the number of people in Xiangyang County to be more than before the earthquake. The winter in the north of Dongqing has always been very cold, and there are not enough warm clothes in the city. Xu Ke was still worried about how to survive the winter a while ago, but he didn't expect Gu Xin to send sheepskins, and he sent tens of thousands of sheepskins that had been nitrated!

If these sheepskins were purchased in Dongqing, the price would be high, and it is estimated that they would not be able to collect so many. Not only that, the sheep raised in Dongqing have short and sparse wool,

The wool sent by Gu Xin is long and dense, and a sheepskin feels very heavy in the hand.

However, how can such sheepskin be made into warm clothes?

Jiang Pengji frowned and thought of a solution, and the audience on the other side of the live broadcast room was also thinking hard.

[Hahahaha]: Otherwise, just cut the wool on it into a suitable length?

[The royalties finally arrived]: Cutting is fine, but look at how thick the wool is. It feels like the owner of the sheepskin has never cut the wool in his life from birth to slaughter. What should I do with the wool cut to the right length? It's not good to waste it...

[I have money again]: Recycle the wool cut. Wash it and stuff it into the interlayer of clothes as cotton.

Everyone can't help but think of the down jacket method, which seems to be possible.

Jiang Pengji thinks it has other uses. She used to visit the largest historical museum in the Federation and saw a kind of clothing called "sweater". It was a scarf woven with thread. According to the introduction at that time, it seemed that there was also wool in it...

I just don't know how to make the wool into thread and then weave it.

If there were no live broadcast room audience, Jiang Pengji would probably have to experiment for a while. If the experiment failed, she could only ask someone to wash the wool, comb it, and then sew it into the interlayer of clothes, so that it can also keep warm...

But now there are audiences, just ask one question, everyone will work together to find a solution.

So, Jiang Pengji asked about sweaters and scarves.

She was a little worried. What if there were no such things in the live broadcast room at that time?

As a result, the live broadcast room audience not only knew about it, but also gave Jiang Pengji a wave of flowers and sent a few 666.

[I want to stop updating every day]: Bring a small stool and watch the anchor knitting and knitting. Hahaha, the picture is too beautiful.

[I really want to play dead]: I think Feng Jin and the others are really going crazy. Can you pity them, anchor? When they work overtime, the anchor plays with mud; when they continue to work overtime, the anchor plays with wood; when they are about to collapse from overtime, the anchor runs to knit sweaters... I think if there are forums in this era, maybe they will quietly post to complain about the anchor. I have thought of the topic - 818 Jiang Baopi who does not do his job, does not pay wages, and has a bad temper!

[Burning incense for something]: Hahaha, what the hell is Jiang Baopi? I laughed so hard that my stomach hurt.

[Retire from the court for nothing]: Don’t you know? The nickname given to the anchor fan club by Feng Jin’s fans.

Back then, the names of the anchor's fan club were all high-sounding titles such as "Goddess" and "Your Majesty".

However, since Jiang Pengji conquered Xiangyang County, the whole style has changed. Jiang Pengji mindlessly exploited the labor of Feng Jin and others, making them work overtime and rushing to work, and did not pay them for several months. The official nickname of her fan club has become "Jiang Ba Pi".

No matter how the audience laughs, Jiang Pengji began to seriously consider the possibility of fleecing and knitting. Search for "Dian Dian Novels 208xs" on this site, or remember the website address: