Back Off, Let Me Come

Unlike autumn when the reds and greens fade away, in the cold winter months, there are no other colors to enjoy except wintersweet.

When Wu Xian arrived, he could see Mrs. Mizi smiling from a distance under the eaves. The peonies on her temples were showing off their beauty, making her even more charming than flowers. He was originally curious about where to find peonies in this season, but when he took a closer look, he realized that this peony was not that peony.

Mrs. Mi Zi saw his curious gaze.

He smiled and said, "My wife rewarded me today."

Wu Xian was surprised: "You mean madam?"

Where did Madam get it?

After asking, I remembered that Wen Zhu came back from Heyin yesterday and said that he had brought some New Year gifts to the female relatives in the backyard. He had reported this to him. When asked what it was, Xu Jie just said it was a "flower", but Wu Xian didn't pay much attention.

Now that I look at it, it looks exquisite.

It was very windy at the door, and it was no place to talk.

"Father!" The sleepy son got up when he heard the noise, trotted on his calves, and almost threw himself into his arms.

Wu Xian was strict with his two legitimate sons and often treated them with high demands, but he was not so strict with his young bastard, pampering him as much as he could. There are only a few years in my life where I can feel free and easy, hold my son on my lap and sit down.

"Have you finished what Mr. taught you today?"

"After studying, do you want to teach your son to take the test?" The son replied in a sweet voice, with a bit of nervousness on his face.

Wu Xian smiled and said, "Okay, let me test you."

It was said to be a test, but in fact it was just a few questions, and he could easily pass it - after all, he was still young and had no idea of ​​his qualifications, so naturally Wu Xian's requirements for him were not too high.

It was cold inside the house, so Mrs. Mi asked her maid to fill the charcoal basin.

Wu Xian felt inspired and said: "Previously, the annotation told me that every household in Heyin has a clay kang, which can be heated through the winter without burning charcoal. Although this charcoal fire can be used for heating, ordinary people cannot afford it. Every time Winter is extremely difficult.”

Mrs. Mi is good at observing words and emotions.

Seeing Wu Xian stand up, he smiled and asked, "Although I don't know what this earthen kang is, since it can keep me warm, I must have something to burn. Can the common people afford it?"

Wu Xian took a sip of the warm water she handed him and said, "It can be hay, straw or even animal manure."

"Isn't it easy to make an earthen bed?"

Wu Xian shook his head: "I heard it's very simple."

Mrs. Mi Zi then asked: "Then why don't you follow suit?"

Wu Xian said nothing.

It wasn't that he wasn't moved, nor was he too soft-hearted to pick up the sheep Shen Tang, but his old face felt a little embarrassed after catching a bunch of leeks and a lamb all year round.

The outside world really thought that the two of them were "deeply in love"...

No matter how thick-skinned you are, you can't just take advantage of others.

the most important is--

He has to think about how to open this mouth!

He didn't say it, but Mrs. Mizi subtly read his mind - he only needed one step now.

"I am not like a wise man, I don't know a few words, and I don't understand those big principles. But when I was a child, my family was poor and I couldn't afford charcoal. I suffered from cold and sores on my hands and feet, but I can never forget it... If this is Tukang can help poor people not be afraid of wind and snow, and I don't know how many innocent lives can be saved... Lord Shen has always been kind, if he knew that a good man was dedicated to the people, how could he not respond? "

It's definitely not possible to steal someone else's kang-building skills.

But you can "buy" it.

Either buy the "patent" for people to build the kang, or hire craftsmen who are good at this to build the kang and pay the workers.

Based on the "brotherly relationship" between Wu Xian and Shen Tang, the friendship price can still be obtained after careful discussion between the two parties.

Wu Xiandao: "This is very true."

He patted his thigh and decided to write a letter to Shen Tang. He said, "My beloved concubine, Mrs. Mi, suffered from chilblains and could not stand the cold. However, the charcoal fire was choking and her health was not easy." The sky and the sea build a kang.

It's best if you can buy this craft.

There are few craftsmen, and no matter how skilled the craftsmanship is, it takes time, and the efficiency is too slow. It is better to let your own people learn it and then promote it on a large scale. Wu Xian sat and thought for a while, planning to sell Tukang to Shangnan and Yiru and bring them down as well.

The three companies will share the "patent fees" equally!

The abacus in Wu Xian's heart crackled.

He already had an idea in his mind, and out of the corner of his eye he was attracted by the peonies in Mrs. Mi's hair. After asking, I found out that there were more than a dozen velvet flowers sent by Xu Jie, and the concubines in the backyard were all given two or three flowers. Most of them were wintersweet and black tea, and there were only two peonies.

Although the current hierarchy is not as strict as before, Mrs. Mi's status does not allow her to wear peony hairpins, or even use patterns on her clothes. The lady gave one to her, saying it was delicate in color and looked good on her.

"What's wrong with this flower?"

"There's nothing wrong with it, it really matches your skin tone. Wear it in your own courtyard, and if you go out, wear it with something else to avoid gossip." Wu Xian tilted his hands relaxedly and changed the subject with a smile, " Brother Shen is also interesting, and he is so proficient in these gadgets... However, this is a trail after all. If you have this energy, you might as well recruit more troops... I don’t know how many years the current situation will be stable. I heard that people everywhere are being attacked by that gang. The refugees and grass bandits cost half their lives... Isn't Brother Shen a cause for concern?"

Shen Tang has a good reputation.

Shen Tang loves making money.

Or lead and rule the common people to make money.

The purpose of cultivating wasteland is to provide the common people with enough food to eat, to raise pigs to provide the common people with extra income, to build houses and build kangs to provide the common people with a comfortable place to shelter from the wind and rain, and to avoid the severe cold. Even in the slack time of farming, what kind of velvet flowers are there? It’s just to allow the people under the rule to make more small money...

As long as it is not for the purpose of accumulating wealth, recruiting soldiers, and strengthening himself, it is a good thing for Wu Xian.

After all, there is a neighbor who sharpens his knife all day long, is excited, and jumps up and down, and he can't sleep well. A good little brother can't be stronger than him, nor can he be more noisy than him. It's just right now.

He was happy to see Shen Tang focus on the common people.

Mrs. Mizi was confused: "Why is it a trail?"

Wu Xian changed to a more comfortable sitting position: "It is not a good thing for a child to be pregnant with a daughter in a busy city. If Brother Shen was born in a prosperous era of peace and prosperity, he would be a father-in-law and official who is loved and supported by the people wherever he goes. However, in today's world, . No matter how much money and food the common people under the rule of Shen Di have in their hands, if they encounter desperadoes who force their way into their homes, they will most likely end up losing their lives and money... Such as those refugees before, many of them turned into bandits and robbed in order to survive. Other people’s money and food..."

Wu Xian chuckled and said quietly: "...Robbery is much faster than a little planning."

When Mrs. Mi Zi heard this, she subconsciously came up with a sentence that made her sweat when she thought about it - can that virtuous man rob others? Fortunately, the words rolled around on the tip of her tongue twice before she swallowed them back secretly.

It wasn't that Wu Xian didn't notice the strange look on Mrs. Mi's face, and he could roughly guess what she was thinking.

"Then, if you put it this way - Mr. Shen doesn't even have the troops to deal with the desperadoes?" Mrs. Mi Zi patted her sleepy little son again and again, looking puzzled.

"To deal with ordinary desperadoes, of course." Wu Xian was worried that the fat boy would crush Mrs. Mi, so he helped her carry the child aside, and continued, "But desperadoes do not fight alone, but with thousands of troops. Where is Wanma?”

"……this?"

"It's not just Brother Shen, Tianhai is the same, I just wish I was still weak." Wu Xian's eyes were filled with worry, and he didn't know how long this peaceful life could last... would it be enough for him to live to see his children grow up and start a family?

Mrs. Mi Zi also fell silent.

Wu Xian was a big-hearted person, and he quickly came out of his emo mood. He looked at the flowers on Mrs. Mi's temples, pondered for a while, and asked: "I remember that in a few days, it will be the wintersweet banquet that Madam has prepared for a long time? Are you almost ready?"

The first lady fell ill after winter.

Because she was low on energy, she took the initiative to ask Mrs. Mi Side to help take care of the backyard chores. However, such tasks as purchasing were still left to her dowry. Mrs. Mi Side went to Mrs. Zheng's yard to work during the day. There are only two peony velvet flowers on her temples. It is estimated that she is trying to win over Mrs. Mi Fang while inflicting hatred on her...

The winter plum feast is a fixed event every year.

Used to contact various families and consolidate relationships with each other.

On this day, the female relatives of each family will dress up and go out.

Mrs. Mi Side said: "Yes, everything is ready."

It was also her first time to deal with this matter, and she wanted to keep an eye on every link to make sure there was no mistake, for fear of giving someone a basis for criticism. She has no family background, and the only person she can rely on is her husband Wu Xian.

Only by relying on heirs and favor can one be established.

This is not what she asked for, but the funny thing is that she can only rely on these to obtain a peaceful and safe life.

What's even more ridiculous is that her current situation is already beyond the reach of countless women struggling in the quagmire.

Wu Xian carefully studied her face and the dazzling delicate peony velvet flower on her temples.

Said: "Wear it to the wintersweet feast."

Mrs. Mi Zi's heart skipped a beat: "But didn't Xian Lang say before... this, this is very inappropriate..."

"Quan should be reciprocating the favor. Why do you think Brother Shen gave Wen Zhu the idea to send the best velvet flowers to the backyard? Isn't it because he wanted you to excel at a banquet and attract all the female relatives to imitate him? ? In this case, Brother Shen’s wish will be fulfilled, and the market tax will be collected anyway... no loss."

Mrs. Mi Side: "..."

She thought for a while and said, "It's still inappropriate."

"Why is it inappropriate?"

Mrs. Mi Side, who has always been smart and witty, bit her red lips and said, "I have the reputation of a virtuous man, and I am respectfully called 'Mrs. Side', but I am a concubine after all. What do you think of the wife of the principal when she attends the Wintersweet Banquet wearing a peony?" What do all the ladies think when they see this thing on my concubine’s temples? Publicly, it will hinder Xianlang’s famous places; privately, not only will this velvet flower not please you, it will also arouse the disgust of all the ladies..."

Wu Xian was silent for a long time after hearing this, and said regretfully: "It would be great if Madam had some sense from you..."

Mrs. Mi Zi did not dare to talk to her again.

Fortunately, Wu Xian did not use the topic to continue talking. He was actually quite depressed recently. His wife had been in charge of the middle school for many years and kept the house in perfect order. Wu Xian loved and respected her, but there was only one thing that made him complain.

The principal wife had close contact with her natal family, and outsiders could see that her brothers had evil intentions.

First, he incited Wu Xian's two legitimate sons to fight, and the two children were even more unkind to their brothers and sisters who were commoners in the family. They were also inextricably linked to the assassination of Wu Xian.

However, Mrs. Zheng took pity on the two natal brothers and showed extreme favoritism to them. As for the natal brothers... they were quite peaceful in the past two years, but recently they started acting like monsters again. The wife had to beg Wu Xian in roundabout ways.

He wanted to use Mrs. Mizi's beating to hint to the main wife, but Mrs. Mizuo refused to cooperate.

This matter can only be given up.

Mrs. Mi Zi cautiously advised: "The virtuous man and his wife have a deep love. They are a rare example in the world. They are envied by the female relatives of every family. Is there anything that cannot be said openly?"

Wu Xian asked back: "Do you know which word your husband dislikes the most?"

"Which one?"

"L."

Mrs. Mi Side: "..."

Wu Xian turned over and said with a smile: "Everything in the world is about profit, and everything in the world is about profit. Even couples who have been married for many years will become strangers in front of the word 'profit'..."

He didn't blame the wife for not wanting to clear things up with her parents' family.

As a daughter of an aristocratic family, making money for the family is an instinct engraved in her bones. Compared with a husband who has many wives and concubines, brothers who are of the same origin are naturally more reliable.

He patted the back of Mrs. Mi's hand.

He closed his eyes and said, "That's good for you."

On the day of the wintersweet feast, the velvet flowers stole the show.

It also drove a wave of sales.

Ladies and ladies from various houses rushed to inquire.

Shen Tang also added many labels and advertising slogans to these velvet flowers, such as "handmade by famous artists", "carved after several months", "flowers that never fade", "lasting beauty", "the best Flowers deserve the best of you”…

Xu Jie: "..."

Isn't this a scam? ? ?

Shen Jun spoke eloquently.

"This is called marketing. There is a lot of knowledge. Besides - I really want to shout about how good these flowers are and how cheap they are. Why would these noble ladies put cheap flowers on their hair? Wenzhu is still young and expensive. Only worthy of their status!"

Xu Jie: "..."

Isn’t this really taking someone for granted?

In the end, he followed Shen Tang's wishes and quoted the price as high as possible. I thought that only a few wrongdoers would fall for it, but within a day, a whole scroll was filled with orders. Some are for wearing by yourself, and some are for giving as gifts, but without exception, everyone wants many styles...

Isn't this faster than robbery?

Seeing that his wife wanted to join in the fun, he became even more angry and said, "I'll bring you whatever you want..."

Don't fall into this trap!

Being slaughtered for nothing!

After looking at the list, he asked again: "So many?"

The lady said angrily: "Of course there are many, don't you look at how many relatives and women in the clan... They all come to me to ask me to do something, how can this thing not be done? It won't be possible if I lose one!"

Xu Jie gritted his teeth and almost came up with the idea of ​​reselling. It’s not that he can’t afford the money. No matter how expensive the velvet material is, it’s not as expensive as gold, silver, pearls and jade. But as a businessman, he hates losing money and spending money in vain!

This was worse than cutting his flesh.

After the New Year, he went to Heyin to purchase goods and discuss building earthen kangs on behalf of Wu Xian. Shen Tang generously sent out skilled "craftsmen" and asked him to help sell bamboo paper - yes, her papermaking workshop Finally the qualified finished product is out!

However, the output is limited, which is not enough for her to publish two 10,000-copy albums a year, and the papermaking technology still needs to be improved!

Shen Tang asked Xu Jie to inquire about the bamboo paper market. Only with more money can we continue research and development!

Xu Jie: "..."

Shen Jun hasn't given up on making picture albums yet.

He also has a papermaking workshop under his name.

The supply exceeds the demand every year. The Xu family can eat all of Shen Tang's bamboo paper without having to go out for business. Xu Jie stayed in Heyin for a few days. When the first batch of velvet flowers was collected, he could take the velvet flowers and the kang builders back to Tianhai.

until--

Wu Xian looked at the leading Kang builder and almost spit out a mouthful of tea. He choked for a few times before he calmed down.

With a speechless and troubled expression, he looked at the muscular man in front of him with a lot of black hair: "Ahem, cough, cough - if I remember correctly, aren't you, aren't you a subordinate officer of the Dayi Account?"

The subordinate officer nodded: "That's exactly what I ordered."

Wu Xian: "..."

Xu Jie lowered his head, not daring to look at his boss's face.

"...Then, why did you go to get the kang?"

Subordinate officer: "..."

This matter is difficult to describe.

He swore that he had never had this kind of hobby a year ago, but when he couldn't help but work, there was always a group of people from Heyin whom he knew very well. They would say "Soldier is working hard" and "Soldier is resting" with words of admiration and admiration. Staring at him intently.

he……

He was so shameful that he lost himself in the compliments and admiration. When he came back to his senses, his kang-building skills were extremely exquisite. One person could make an earthen kang in half an hour, ensuring that it is durable and looks good. and heating...

The subordinate officials regret and reflect.

But Shen Jun followed closely to subsidize wages.

The compliments and adoration continued to seduce.

The subordinate officials looked at the increasingly plump private treasury and fell into some kind of contemplation - it seems, maybe, probably, that brave warriors can support their families without fighting on the battlefield?

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