"The words of Xiaodong's family are like an old slave." The person in front of him is the shopkeeper of Beijiang Jubaozhai. He has already left his slave status, but in the face of Gu Min's only bloodline, he still calls himself an old slave. This is to Jiang Pengji. His respect, and his nostalgia for Gu Min, "After more than ten years of separation, the small club is already so big. If the old club knew about it, how happy it would be."
Others are all patriarchal, but as soon as the old boss became pregnant, he went everywhere to pray to God and worship Buddha, hoping that God would give her a daughter.
Gu Xin collected a lot of "Guan Yin for Sending Nudes" for Gu Min, and he has a deep understanding of Gu Min's obsession.
Now that Gu Min's daughter has grown into a jade tree, I have no regrets in this life.
No, wait a minute... What the hell is Yushu Linfeng
Gu Xin looked at Jiang Pengji with tangled eyes, but he didn't say anything else for a long time.
Jiang Pengji looked at the soldiers and horses outside the city, "Are you really the old man before your mother?"
Gu Xinshen understood and said, "Don't misunderstand Xiaodong, those are all borrowed from Liuzhou Mu. It is not easy to do business in a peaceful and prosperous world, let alone this chaotic world. In order to keep Xiaodong's things safe Sent, the old slave borrowed some soldiers and horses from Mrs. Liu, and I never wanted to cause misunderstanding in the little boss."
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 clothes and body bearing, he is not an ordinary person, Jiang Pengji will not really treat him as a person just because he calls himself an "old slave".
In terms of age, Jiang Pengji's age in his previous life plus his current life, after rounding up, can basically be regarded as Gu Xin's peers.
Gu Xin thought about it for a while, and said in a low voice, "If the little boss doesn't mind, just call the old slave and say Uncle Gu."
"Uncle Gu." Jiang Pengji responded fluently.
Gu Xin didn't know what to remember, his eyes were full of red silk, and he happily replied, "Alas!"
The three Feng Jin and the audience in the live broadcast room were still in a state of confusion. They didn't understand why the situation suddenly took such a big turn. It was not until the two of them finished their conversation that they understood one by one, and they were relieved.
It's best not to have to fight, this Gu Xin just got to know the lord (anchor) at first glance, maybe he will bring something good.
Jiang Pengji guessed what Gu Xin sent, she smiled and took the longevity in Feng Jin's arms, and kissed the little girl's forehead.
"Lucky Star."
Changsheng widened his eyes ignorantly, screamed, and then fluttered to kiss him back.
Little did she know how much misunderstanding her actions caused Gu Xin!
His eyes moved in shock on the giggling Changsheng and Jiang Pengji, and then glared at Feng Jin!
"Take her down, the city wall is very windy and it is easy to catch cold, and the child is ill and cannot be cured."
Returning Changsheng and her cloak wrapped in wind protection to Feng Jin, the little girl looked wronged.
The alarm in Xiangyang County was lifted, and the person who came was not only to trouble her, but to give her money, food and horses.
Gu Xin is a serious and rigorous person. He temporarily put aside his inner entanglement, took a step behind, followed Jiang Pengji down the city wall, and reported the items brought this time in a clear and orderly manner as he walked, even the number of losses on the road. He said it clearly, even made a list, and acted frankly and upright, so that people could see his sincerity at a glance.
Hearing the arrangement of the sheepskin and the colt, Feng Jin gave him admiration.
What they lack now is not food, but the things sent by Gu Xin really solved the urgent need.
Because of the people who migrated from Shangjing and Fengyi, and the thousands of Tsing Yi troops who were captured, these migrants have led to more people in Xiangyang County than before the earthquake. The winter in the north of Dongqing is always cold, and there are no people in the city. Sufficient cold clothing, Xu Ke was still worried about how to spend the winter, but Gu Xin sent sheepskins, and there were tens of thousands of sheepskins that had been tanned!
If these sheepskins are purchased in Dongqing, the price is very high, and it is estimated that they will not be able to collect so much. Not only that, the sheep raised in Dongqing have short and sparse wool, while the wool sent by Guxin is long and dense, and a sheepskin is very heavy in the hand.
However, how can such sheepskin be made into cold clothing
Jiang Pengji frowned, thinking about countermeasures, and the audience on the other side of the live broadcast room was also thinking hard.
[Hahahaha]: Or, just cut the wool on the top to a suitable length
[The manuscript fee is finally paid]: There is no problem with shearing, but 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 sheared wool is cut to the right length? It's not a good thing to waste...
[You have money again]: The wool that is cut is recycled. Wash it and stuff it in the middle of your clothes as cotton.
Everyone can't help but think of the practice of down jackets, and it seems that it is not impossible.
Jiang Pengji thought it was useful. She used to visit the largest history museum in the Federation, and she had seen a kind of clothing called "sweater", a scarf woven with thread. According to the introduction at the time, it seemed that there was also wool in it...
Just don't know how to thread the wool and knit it.
If there is no audience in the live broadcast room, Jiang Pengji estimates that she will have to experiment for a while. If the experiment fails, she can only have the wool washed, combed, and sewn into the interlayer of clothes, which can also keep warm...
But now there are audiences, just ask a question, and everyone will work together to find 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 gave Jiang Pengji a wave of flowers and sent a few 666s.
[I want to stop changing every day]: I moved to a small bench and watched the anchor knitting and knitting wool. Hahaha, the picture is too beautiful.
[I really want to pretend to be dead]: I think Feng Jin and the others are really going crazy. The anchor, please have pity on them. 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, the anchor runs to knit wool and sweaters... I think if there is a forum in this era, maybe they will quietly post to complain about the anchor , I have already thought about the topic - 818 Jiang Papi, who is not doing his job properly, does not pay wages, and has a bad personality!
[Burning Incense]: Hahaha, what the hell is ginger peeling? Laughing makes my stomach hurt.
[Retreat without incident]: Don't you make it? The nickname given to the anchor's fan group by Feng Jin Junior and his fan group.
Back in the day, the names of the anchor fan groups were all high-level titles such as "Goddess" and "Your Majesty".
But goose, since Jiang Pengji captured Xiangyang County, the whole style of painting has changed. Jiang Pengji has no brains to squeeze Feng Jin's labor force, making them work overtime and overtime, and she will not be paid for a few months. The official nickname of her fan group has changed. It has become "ginger peeling".
No matter how the audience hahaha, Jiang Pengji began to seriously think about the possibility of smashing wool.