The first snow of the year is finally coming silently from the sky, which seems to indicate that the cold winter has officially begun today.

Winter, for an agrarian society, is a rare time for holidays and rest.

After a busy year, the farmer earns enough food for the whole family, so that he can take advantage of this time to sleep well and rest his tired body.

It is also at this time of year that those relatives and friends who have not moved for a long time because they are busy will automatically gather together to warm the kang and warm it, and three or five friends can sit on it, a pot of cured wine, a plate of salted beans, and you can enjoy a whole afternoon.

Somewhat different from the quiet villages around it, Xiaojia Zhuangzi is also busy in winter.

The people here, even if it is snowing heavily, will not hide at home and be idle like other Zhuangzi people.

Whenever the weather outside is cold, Xiao Han has all kinds of iron stoves and iron chimneys in the industrial area here! Even with a small shovel, the coal hook will enter the peak season of sales.

Just these things, Chang'an has been used for two years!

During these two years, the blacksmith shop outside was not without imitations.

But the things they made, whether it was quality or price, were far from being the opponents of Xiao Zhuangzi!

It's actually easy to understand this.

A stove that can only be knocked out by a person for half a day, how can a stove that is directly poured with sand fan cheaper?

In addition, the iron used by Xiao Han here is much better than that outside, even if it is cast, it is far more suitable than the outside forging.

Leather, durable, cheap!

This is the standard that Xiao Zhuangzi supplies to ordinary people, and it is precisely with this standard that the things they produce will always be in short supply.

Now not only Chang'an, but also Hanzhong, Chencang, and even Luoyang have merchants who have made a special trip to Xiaojia Zhuangzi to order.

The men's houses in Zhuangzi were all driven to work in the industrial zone by the red-eyed Zhang Qiang.

And in the same way, the women's house in the Zhuangzi is not idle.

The cotton harvested in autumn has been removed with a stick and iron skewer, grabbed a handful and put it in the palm of the hand to make cotton slivers, and then spun it into silk thread with a hemp spinning car, and finally collected it, and the best weavers can weave it into cloth and pull it to Chang'an for sale.

Because of the material, the cotton cloth woven by Xiaojia Zhuangzi is much softer than linen, and it is much warmer than silk cloth.

In addition, it does not need to be printed and dyed, and it is born with a snow-white and clean color, which is highly sought after by Chang'an people who like to be elegant and simple.

Now in Chang'an, any cotton cloth is sold at a sky-high price! That's it, it's still in absolute short supply!

But if a rich family marries a daughter-in-law without a cotton cloth as a dowry, everyone will feel that they can't hold their heads up!

The Xiao family Zhuangzi in winter is always so busy and dull, and the villagers are not afraid of hard work, because their hard work will be rewarded, compared with the copper plate saved, it is really nothing to make a little effort.

Of course, not everyone in this world will think like this, for example, a few days ago, a group of people ran to Zhuangzi crying and shouting to see Xiao Han.

They are the ones who didn't get the new cement formula.

In the autumn, these people saved up countless cements, ready to make a lot of money when the grain was harvested.

But they didn't expect that a small piece of news from the Xiao family's Zhuangzi would make these people completely collapse.

New cement has appeared!

This kind of cement is more durable and durable than the previous one, and the price is cheaper and cheaper!

There is no doubt that at a very early stage, other merchants got the news and quietly disposed of all the old cement in their hands.

There are only these few companies, and they are still stupidly kept in the dark, thinking that the market gap has become bigger, so they have worked overtime to burn countless people! When the new cement started to be sold, the cement in their hands was completely turned into waste, and no one wanted to use it.

In ancient times, building a house was always a family event!

But as long as they can use good materials, they will never use bad ones! After all, the house has to be left to future generations, and it will collapse in two generations, so what?

A few howling merchants were thrown out by the guards after the Xiao family Zhuangzi splashed and rolled.

Xiao Han is not a saint, on the contrary, he is still a very cautious person.

Once unfaithful, a hundred times not used!

That's his code of conduct.

Compared with the "peaceful" Xiao family Zhuangzi, today's Tang Dynasty Hall has become more and more boring.

It coincides with another big pilgrimage day.

Like this kind of big court meeting, even Xiao Han, who was idle, couldn't avoid it, there was no way, he entered the palace early in the morning with the flying snowflakes.

In the Daxing Palace, the earth dragon is burning.

The heat is steaming, and the ice and snow outside are simply two worlds.

Shaking off the thin snow on his body, Xiao Han, who was squinting his eyes, yawned and went straight to the old place.

Then, under the awe-inspiring eyes of a group of green-robed men, he easily picked up a stack of futons and spread them on the ground, leaned comfortably against the pillar, and continued to nap with his eyes closed.

As early as the time in Hanzhong, the elders of the Three Dynasties had already died of old age, so those futons were all inherited by Xiao Han now, if he wasn't afraid of being too dazzling, he could make a bed in the main hall......

The crisp bell rang, Emperor Li Yuan sat on the dragon chair without sadness or joy, and Shangshu ordered Li Shimin to take the lead in starting the major events that had occurred in the past half a month.

It's a big deal, but it's really nothing.

The land of Hebei has now been pacified, and Liu Heimin, who fled to the Turks, has also been killed.

Except for being blackmailed by the Turks, only the southern lands can be called a major event.

Listening to Li Shimin's calm performance, Li Yuan, who was sitting on the dragon chair, was already out of the way.

It stands to reason that Li Yuan should be high-spirited and high-spirited today, but in fact, Li Yuan is extremely lonely now.

As the emperor, he managed to level the world and sweep away the danger.

As a father, his two sons are both heroic and sassy, capable of writing and martial arts, and he is also comforted.

But as an emperor and a father at the same time, the question of how to choose between two excellent sons almost drove him crazy.

Fortunately, the two sons were always in Chang'an and the other in the frontier.

If we don't see each other, the fighting will naturally ease up.

But now, Li Jiancheng is about to return to Beijing, and the two will be in the same court at that time, will this peaceful day come again?

Whenever he thought of this, Li Yuan couldn't help but have a headache.

He sometimes wished to divide the world in two with an axe, so that when he died, his two sons would each have half of it.

It's just that he doesn't want to think about it, in this way, I'm afraid that the two of them will fight even harder, and the huge country that he fought hard to build is estimated to collapse and break again.