"The little proprietor's words are tormenting the old slave. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "This person in front of him is the shopkeeper of Jubaozhai in Northern Xinjiang, he has long been out of slavery, but in the face of Gu Min's only bloodline, he still calls himself an old slave, which is a respect for Jiang Pengji, and it is also a nostalgia for Gu Min, "After more than ten years, the small owner is already so big, if the old owner knows under the spring, how happy he should be." ”

Everyone else is patriarchal, but as soon as the old owner is pregnant, she asks God and Buddha everywhere, hoping that God will give her daughter.

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

Now I see that Gu Min's daughter has grown into a jade tree, and she has no regrets in this life.

No, wait...... What the hell is Yushu Linfeng?

Gu Xin looked at Jiang Pengji with a tangled look in his eyes, and Lao Banxiang didn't hold back any other words.

Jiang Pengji looked at the soldiers and horses outside the city, "Are you really the old man before your mother?"

Gu Xin God comprehended, and said, "Don't misunderstand, those are all people borrowed from Liuzhou Mu." It is not easy to do business in a peaceful and prosperous world, let alone in this chaotic world. In order to be able to send the things of the little proprietor safely, the old slave borrowed some soldiers and horses from Mrs. Liu, and never wanted to cause a misunderstanding of the little proprietor. ”

The corners of Jiang Pengji's mouth couldn't help but raise slightly, and said, "Thank you, I don't know what to call you?"

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

If you want to talk about age, Jiang Pengji's age in her previous life plus her in this life, after rounding, she can basically be regarded as a peer of Guxin.

Gu Xin thought for a while, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "If the little owner doesn't mind, just call the old slave Uncle Gu." ”

"Uncle Gu. Jiang Pengji responded with kindness.

Gu Xin didn't know what he remembered, his eyes were full of red silk, and he responded happily, "Alas!"

Feng Jin and the audience in the live broadcast room were still in a state of confusion, and they didn't understand why they suddenly turned such a big turn, and it wasn't until the two finished talking that they understood one by one and breathed a sigh of relief.

It's best not to fight, this ancient letter is to know the lord (anchor) at a glance, maybe he will bring something good.

Jiang Pengji guessed what Gu Xin sent, she smiled and took the immortal in Feng Jin's arms and kissed the little girl's forehead.

"Lucky Star. ”

Changsheng's eyes widened in ignorance, ahhh

As everyone knows, how much misunderstanding her behavior caused to Gu Xin!

His eyes moved in horror over the giggling Changsheng and Jiang Pengji, and then he glared at Feng Jin angrily!

"Take her down, the walls are windy, and it is easy to get cold, and the child is sick and cannot be cured. ”

Returning Changsheng and her clothes wrapped in shelter to Feng Jin, the little girl looked aggrieved.

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

Gu Xin is a serious and rigorous person, he temporarily put aside the entanglement in his heart, a little behind, followed Jiang Pengji down the city wall, and reported the objects brought this time in an orderly manner as he walked, and even clearly stated the number of losses on the road, and even made a list, acting frankly and fairly, so that people could see his sincerity at a glance.

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

What they lack now is not food, and the things sent by Gu Xin really solve the urgent need.

Because of the people who migrated from Shangjing and Fengyi, plus the thousands of captured Tsing Yi soldiers, these foreign populations caused more people in Xiangyang County than before the earth moved, and 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 spend the winter a while ago, but he didn't expect Gu Xin to send sheepskins, and as soon as he sent them, there were tens of thousands of sheepskins that had been nitrated!

If these sheepskins are purchased in Dongqing, the price is expensive, and it is estimated that they will not be able to collect so much. Not only that, the sheep raised in Dongqing are short and sparse, while the wool sent by Guxin is long and dense, and a sheepskin is very weighty in the hand.

But how do you make such sheepskin into warm clothing?

Jiang Pengji wrinkled her brows and thought about countermeasures, and the audience at the other end of the live broadcast room was also thinking about it.

[Hahahahaha]: Why don't you just cut the wool on it to the right length?

[The manuscript fee has finally arrived]: Shearing is no problem, but if you look at how thick the wool is, it feels that the owner of the sheepskin has never sheared wool in his life from birth to slaughter. What if the wool is sheared to cut the right length? It's not good to waste it......

[Rich again]: The sheared wool is recycled. Wash it and stuff it into the middle layer of your clothes as cotton.

Everyone can't help but think of the practice of down jackets, which seems to be not impossible.

Jiang Pengji felt that it was of other use, she used to visit the largest history museum in the Federation, and she once saw a kind of clothing called "sweater", a scarf woven of thread, according to the introduction at the time, it seems that there is also wool in it......

I just don't know how to make wool into threads and weave them.

If there is no audience in the live broadcast room, Jiang Pengji estimates that she will have to experiment by herself for a while, if the experiment fails, she can only ask people to wash the wool, comb it, and then sew it into the mezzanine of the clothes, so that it can also keep warm......

But now that there are audiences, just ask, and everyone will work together to figure out a way.

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 audience in the live broadcast room not only knew, but they also brushed Jiang Pengji with a wave of flowers and sent a few 666.

[I want to break it every day]: Move a small bench, watch the anchor play wool, weave wool, hahaha, the picture is too beautiful.

[I want to play dead]: I think Feng Jin and they are really going crazy, the anchor, you have pity on them, okay. When they work overtime, the anchor plays with mud, when they continue to work overtime, the anchor plays with wood, and when they are about to collapse overtime, the anchor runs to knit sweaters...... I think if there is a forum in this era, maybe they will quietly post and complain about the anchor, and I have thought of the topic - 818 is the ginger skin who does not do his job, does not pay salaries, and has a bad personality!

[Something to burn incense]: Hahaha, what the hell is ginger peeling? Laughing makes my stomach hurt.

[Nothing to do]: Don't you make it? Feng Jin is a nickname given to the anchor fan group by their fan group.

Back then, the names of the anchor fan group were all lofty titles such as "goddess" and "majesty".

Ran goose, since Jiang Pengji captured Xiangyang County, the whole style of painting has changed, Jiang Pengji brainlessly squeezed Feng Jin's labor force, let them work overtime, and did not pay wages for a few months, and the official nickname of her fan group has become "Jiang Peel".

No matter how the audience hahaha, Jiang Pengji began to seriously think about the possibility of wool and yarn.