Xiao Han smiled, sat up from the recliner, and turned behind Zhang Qiang with his hands behind his back.

Zhang Qiang prepared a total of four glassware this time, not the best Xiao Da made, nor the worst, it can only be regarded as a relatively mediocre of the pile.

In just two days, Xiao Da has been able to make a beautiful vase with the blowing method, and under continuous experiments, he can now use an iron rod to roll out the flake glass that Xiao Han said, which is basically colorless and transparent!

In addition to the fact that the surface is not too smooth, the waterproof and light transmission is definitely a thousand times better than the current paper paste glass, and it can be used on the window.

It's a pity that in order to keep it secret now, Xiao Han can only store them in the cave first, hoping to make enough money first, and then use them to replace the paper windows that are always blown by the wind and rain.

"Hey, I'm just a little worried, can anyone buy it? Everybody has no money to ...... now."

Seeing that the four boxes were carefully placed in the basket covered with straw by Zhang Qiang, Xiao Han began to worry about the sales of these things again, after all, the treasury was clean enough to starve the rats......

Zhang Qiang, who was busy, turned around and glanced at Xiao Han with very contemptuous eyes, and then said while working: "It's you who have no money, the treasury has no money, it's not that others have no money!" ”

Xiao Han was a little puzzled, looked at Zhang Qiang stupidly and asked, "The country has no money, so who still has money?" ”

"Look at your hillbilly appearance, have you heard of the seven clans and five surnames?"

Xiao Han shook his head, I didn't learn history in junior high school......

"Have you heard of the Eight Great Pillars? Have you heard of it in the Southern Dynasty? Have you heard of the Shandong family? ”

One unfamiliar term after another popped out of Zhang Qiang's mouth, poor Xiao Han could only shake his head vigorously, feeling that his neck was about to shake off, where were these things that he could access as a newcomer with no foundation?

Zhang Qiang didn't expect Xiao Han to know this, he glanced at Xiao Han with a dazed face with disdain, carefully put the basket behind his back, patted his buttocks, and finally said to Xiao Han: "There are many rich people in this world, and the wealth accumulated by the real thousand-year-old family is beyond your imagination, wait, you better pray that I can catch a big fish tonight!"

"So many rich people?" Xiao Han was a little moved when he heard this, and pulled Zhang Qiang, who was about to leave: "Or I'll follow me to see for a long time!" ”

Zhang Qiang is willing to take him there, not to mention the burden, this guy still doesn't listen to the command, and his personality is terrifying, if he pokes out some basket, this plan to make a fortune is not completely over?

"You can stay at home for a long time, it won't bother you, goodbye!"

Xiao Han watched Zhang Qiang run away on horseback with hatred, and gestured a long middle finger behind him......

"Lao Tzu has been to more night markets than you have ever been to the vegetable market! If you don't take me with you, it's not uncommon for me to go! ”

Having said that, there is still yearning in the eyes of looking at Chang'an from afar, what is this ancient ghost market like? Same as in the city of Beijing?

Trade does not meet, put it next to the straight object, close in the middle of the night, the rooster crows and disperses, people get more foreign objects from it?

Ghost market, Xiao Han doesn't know, in fact, others know very little, no one can tell when this thing appeared, only know that there was such an organization before the Jin Dynasty, the officials also knew, the rich businessmen knew, and it was estimated that the emperor also knew.

But after so many years, it has never been banned, after all, no one can say if there is something that no one can see......

Zhang Qiang and his entourage of more than a dozen people, all of them were agile people, and under the whip of the horse, they galloped through a hundred miles of road, and they could enter Chang'an City before it was completely dark.

When the annoying street drum is generally sounding in Chang'an, Zhang Qiang and his party have already turned their horses and ran towards Xiao Han's house in Chang'an, the ghost market needs to open in the middle of the night, and during this free time, they need to take a good rest to deal with this thing that they have never experienced before.

Xiao Han's old mansion in Chang'an has not been visited by outsiders for several days, and since Xiao Han is gone, this once lively mansion seems to have been forgotten, and it is quiet in front of the door to catch birds.

Although the gate was wiped clean by the auxiliary soldiers who stayed behind, it looked like it was not angry at all, the head of the house was not there, and even the mansion had lost its soul.

The drum of the closing door sounded, and Lao Jiang, who had been sitting in the gatehouse for a day, sighed deeply, stood up with his body on his back, and was about to close the side door, but the main gate of the Hou Mansion has not been opened since the Hou Ye left.

"Dada-da-da..."

There was a crisp sound of horses' hooves, and Lao Jiang's hand shaking the door shook, and he turned his head to look at the door!

This voice is too familiar, it must be someone from the family, and outsiders don't have horseshoes now!

This time did not disappoint Lao Jiang, after a rush of horses' hooves, Zhang Qiang's familiar figure appeared in Lao Jiang's sight.

At the same time, the auxiliary soldiers accompanying Zhang Qiang also saw the old ginger at the door, and the smile on his face suddenly bloomed!

"Someone is in the house!"

Seeing the familiar family members, Lao Jiang rubbed his eyes, and after making sure that he was not dazzled, he immediately tore his throat and shouted to the house, and at the same time excitedly pushed the door desperately, so that a few people could hurry home!

There were a few exclamations from afar in the house, and a figure ran quickly towards the door.

The auxiliary soldiers on the horse outside the door laughed and turned over and dismounted, jumped up the steps in a few steps, and helped Lao Jiang push the gate open!

"How are you at home? How is Master Hou? ”

Seeing the brothers of the past, Lao Jiang smiled like a flower, and after pushing the door, he couldn't wait to reach out and pat this, hit that, these are his life and death brothers, without any politeness, a move, a look, you can experience that strong brotherhood.

The people who came this time were all slightly young players, one by one standing stupidly surrounded by their families, and they would only say vigorously: "Okay, the family is good, Master Hou has always remembered you, let us come to see you for him!" ”

"Good, good, Master Hou is good, it's good!" Lao Jiang was so happy that he didn't know anything, and when he saw that a few people were still at the door, he hurriedly pulled them into the house.

"Come in, come in, talk inside the house, don't stand outside the door, quick!"

led the horse into the house, and then the door "clanged" shut, and laughter was heard from inside the door.

This time, someone suddenly came to the house, which can be regarded as making the old auxiliary soldiers who stayed behind very happy, as soon as the door is closed, there is no need to ask if they have eaten, anyway, they have to eat again!

Those who can cook will run to the kitchen, Hou Ye is not at home, there are no good dishes, but it does not affect their interest at all.

Since Xiao Han left, they have returned to the old days of coarse tea and light rice, this is not Xiao Han slamming the door, in fact, Xiao Han deliberately left a sum of money for them, but these people are always reluctant to buy meat, even the vegetables are only the cheapest ones, in Lao Jiang's words, I couldn't even eat enough before, and now I forget my roots when I live a good life?

(Suddenly someone asked me, how come it's all me in the first person in your book?) If I don't write about me, what do I write? Sprinkle home? Xiaoke? Isn't that weird? In fact, instead of the word "I", there is still one, that is, "I", but I have been reluctant to use it, even if Liu Hongji did not give it to him, in my heart, it must be "that" classmates who use this word, Xiaohe, guess who it is? ）