Chapter 446

"The little owner's words are a bad old slave." The man in front of him is the shopkeeper of jubaozhai in Northern Xinjiang. He has long been separated from slavery, but in the face of Gu min's only blood, he still claims to be an old slave. This is not only the respect for Jiang Pengji, but also the memory of Gu min. "after more than ten years, the small owner has been so big. If the old owner knows under the spring, how happy he should be."

Everyone else is son preference, but as soon as the old owner was pregnant, he begged God to worship the Buddha everywhere, hoping that God would give her daughter.

Gu Xin has collected a lot of "sending female Guanyin" for Gu min. he has a deep understanding of Gu min's obsession.

Now I see that Gu min's daughter has grown like a jade tree facing the wind. I have no regrets in my life.

No, wait a minute... What the hell is Yushulinfeng?

Gu Xin looked at Jiang Pengji with tangled eyes. Lao banxiang didn't hold back any other words.

Jiang Pengji looked at the army outside the city, "are you really an old man before your mother?"

Guxin understood and said, "don't misunderstand me. Those are people borrowed from Liuzhou shepherd. It's not easy to go into business in the peaceful and prosperous times, let alone in this chaotic world. In order to bring the things of the small club safely, the old slave borrowed some troops from uncle Liu. I didn't want to cause the small club to misunderstand."

Jiang Pengji could not help raising her mouth slightly and said, "thank you. I don't know how to call you?"

Not to mention Gu Xin's age and qualifications, just looking at each other's clothes and overall bearing, Jiang Pengji is not an ordinary person. Jiang Pengji will not really treat him as a servant because he claims to be an "old slave".

When it comes to age, Jiang Pengji's age in her previous life plus that in her present life, after rounding, can basically be regarded as Kuxin's peers.

Gu Xin thought for a moment and said in a low voice, "if the small owner doesn't mind, just call the old slave uncle Gu."

"Uncle Gu." Jiang Pengji responded to her kindness.

Gu Xin didn't know what he recalled. His eyes were full of red silk. He replied happily, "Alas!"

The three of Feng Jin and the audience in the live broadcast room were still in a state of ignorance. They didn't understand why the situation suddenly turned such a big corner until the two had finished their dialogue. 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. Maybe it will bring something good.

Jiang Pengji guessed what the ancient letter had sent. She smiled and took the longevity in Feng Jin's arms and kissed the little girl on the forehead.

"Lucky star."

Changsheng opened his eyes in ignorance, shouted, and then fluttered to want to kiss back.

I don't know how much misunderstanding she caused to Gu Xin!

His eyes moved in horror on the giggling longevity and Jiang Pengji, and then glared at Feng Jin!

"Take her down. The wall is windy and easy to catch cold. The child is ill and can't be cured."

Send Changsheng and her cloak wrapped in a shelter to Feng Jin. The little girl looks wronged.

When the alarm in Xiangyang County was lifted, the visitor not only didn't make trouble for her, but also sent her money, food and horses.

Gu Xin is a serious and rigorous person. He temporarily put aside his inner entanglement and fell a little behind. He followed Jiang Pengji down the city wall. As he walked, he clearly reported the items brought this time, and even the number of losses on the road. He even made a list. He acted frankly and aboveboard, so that people could see his sincerity at a glance.

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

What they lack now is not food. The things sent by the ancient letter have really solved the urgent need.

Because of the migrants from Shangjing and Fengyi, together with the thousands of captured Qingyi troops, these immigrants led to more people in Xiangyang County than before the earthquake. 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. Unexpectedly, Gu Xin sent sheep skins, As soon as you give it away, there are tens of thousands of salted sheepskins!

If these sheepskins were purchased in Dongqing, the price would be very high, and it is estimated that they would not receive so much. Moreover, the wool of the sheep raised in Dongqing is short and sparse, while the wool sent by Guxin is long and dense. A piece of sheepskin is very heavy in your hand.

However, how can such sheepskin be made into warm clothes?

Jiang Pengji frowned to think of countermeasures, and the audience at the other end of the live broadcasting room were also thinking hard.

[hahaha]: why don't you just cut the wool to the right length?

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

[money again]: recycle the sheared wool. Wash it and stuff it into the interlayer as cotton.

People can't help thinking of the practice of down jacket. It seems that it's not impossible.

Jiang Pengji thinks it's useful. She used to visit the largest History Museum in the Federation. She once saw a kind of clothes called "wool clothes" and a scarf made of thread. According to the introduction at that time, it seems that there is also wool in it

I just don't know how to make wool into thread and weave it.

If there is no audience in the live studio, Jiang Pengji estimates that she will have to experiment for a while. If the experiment fails, she can only ask someone to wash the wool, comb it, and then sew it into the interlayer of clothes, which can also keep warm

But now there are audiences. Just ask. Let's work together to find a way.

So Jiang Pengji asked about the sweater and scarf.

She was a little worried. What if there were no such things in the live studio?

As a result, the audience in the live studio not only knew that they also painted a wave of flowers for Jiang Pengji and sent several 666.

[want to break the watch every day]: move to a small bench and watch the anchor play and knit wool. Hahaha, the picture is so beautiful.

[I want to pretend to be dead]: I think Feng Jin, they are really going crazy. Will you pity them, anchor. When they work overtime, the anchor plays with mud; When they continue to work overtime, the anchor plays with wood; When they are working overtime, they will go to make complaints about knitting wool. I think if there is a forum in this era, maybe they will quietly posting the Tucao anchor. I want to know all the topics. 818, the ginger skin that doesn't work properly, does not pay wages and has bad personality.

[burning incense on business]: hahaha, what the hell is ginger skin? Laughing makes my stomach ache.

[retreat to Korea with nothing]: don't you make it? The nickname given by Feng Jin's young fans to the anchor's fans.

In those days, the names of anchor fans were tall titles such as "goddess" and "Your Majesty".

However, since Jiang Pengji captured Xiangyang County, the whole painting style has changed. Jiang Pengji has no brain to squeeze Feng Jin's labor force and ask them to work overtime. After a few months, she doesn't give wages. The official nickname of her fan group has become "Ginger peeling".

No matter what the audience did, Jiang Pengji began to seriously think about the possibility of collecting wool and beating wool.