When Luo Yong and the others were selling the same oil-paper umbrella in Du Gou, they were in Chang'an City thousands of miles away. The children of the gentry there were still playing with soap.

It is August of the ninth year of Zhenguan, and it has been more than two months since Luo Sanlang offered soap recipes.

I believe that in another month or two, the civil servants and military officials who were sent to the grassland to spread the soap making method should come back. If they fail to return before the snowfall, the road will become very difficult.

In the past two months, all families with some connections in Chang'an City have already obtained the soap recipe.

The methods of making pork fat soap and mutton fat soap are very simple. The rich people in Chang'an City will naturally not be satisfied with such a simple and rough method of making soap, just like cooking tea and aroma. This soap is also made of space for talented men and beautiful people.

In the nearest Chang'an City, it is often heard that someone has made a kind of soap, which young man is unique, which young lady has the best soap making skills, and so on.

Many people use precious medicinal materials or spices to soap. It is not unusual for ginseng soap agarwood soap, and countless people use flowers to soap. And the popular ones on the market are not only the mugwort soap and mulberry soap launched by Luo Sanlang and imitated by various companies, but also a bamboo leaf soap. The method of making that kind of bamboo leaf soap is not very difficult. It mainly depends on who made the soap the greenest color and the most fragrant.

Azhi is also a careful and willing to think about the work. The bamboo leaf soap she made is very good. She makes some bamboo leaf soap every day and sells it, so she can earn some money and food.

This bamboo leaf soap is very popular among scholars and is not too expensive. Most well-off families can afford it, so there is a market. Azhi asks for a low price. How much does it cost every day? If your neighbors get one, basically there is not much left.

They have moved to Luoyong's small courtyard to live in. Luoyong's yard is newer than the previous yard, and the place is more spacious. Of course, the most important thing is the geographical location and surrounding environment.

Hou Lin and Qiao Junlin both had their own social engagements. In this case, living in high-end communities is naturally more decent than living in urban villages. Hou Lin is not so unlucky. Since Luo Yong had already said that, he left the key with Azhi. After thinking about it, he finally decided to move in.

After moving here, Azhi quit his original work because it was too far away. Soon after, various soaps became popular in Chang'an City, and Azhi also started selling soaps.

Luo Yong had already told her the method of making soap when he came back to Chang'an, but he also reminded Azhi that it would be better not to do anything too confusing, especially for such small business. If the news came out, Qiao Junlin and Hou Lin would be ridiculed by their classmates and colleagues.

Azhi naturally knew this truth. At this time, the upper class was most concerned about being noble. In the eyes of many people, it was like a congenital deficit, and in their eyes, small businessmen were even more humble and lowly.

It is precisely because of this that the soap made by Azhi now would rather sell it to his neighbors at a lower price than to sell it on the street for a shortcut. Their neighbors get this cheap and affordable soap, except for the ones they use and those they give to others, most of them are resold to relatives and friends. Even if they don’t make money, it is good to earn some favors.

Hou Lin and Qiao Junlin's uncle and nephew will also help make soap when they are free. Azhi knows that they are under great pressure and is not willing to ask them to help.

Hou Lin won’t say that Qiao Junlin is only sixteen years old this year. He will occasionally help her except study, practice martial arts and socializing every day, and then eat and sleep. Day after day, he has never seen him relax.

Du Xi, who has been very close to Qiao Junlin recently, also said this: "You are like this every day, how have you ever had time to have leisure time?"

"What's the use of leisure?" Qiao Junlin was using the spoon to pick some ground tea leaves and put them in the pottery pot.

The tea at the beginning of the Tang Dynasty was not the clear tea from later generations, but a drink made with many ingredients, also known as buttermilk.

This method of making tea is also a compulsory course for almost all scholars, but Du Xi himself is not good at this method. He said that he was asking Qiao Junlin to come and learn to cook tea from him this day, but in fact it was just to make it look like he was very close to Qiao Junlin from outsiders. Since he had promised Luo Yong to take Qiao Junlin, he naturally would not break his promise.

"I just know how to rush to the road all day, and you missed the beautiful scenery. Isn't it boring?" Du Xi leaned on the collapse and said lazily.

"I only know how to see the scenery all day long. It was not until the sky was declining that I realized that I had not left half a mile. Isn't it stupid?" Qiao Junlin curled the corners of his mouth and smiled.

The young man's overly upright appearance, his overly straight back, and his gaze that seemed too sharp because of his excessive firmness all revealed the stubbornness and even paranoidness in his bones.

"If you walk too fast, you will have no friends." Du Xi still smiled, as if he would not lose his interest because of Qiao Junlin's excessive seriousness and sharpness.

"..." Qiao Junlin didn't say anything this time, just lowered his eyes and chuckled slightly.

What is the purpose of a friend who cannot walk with him?

Du Xi just curled his lips, as if he disagreed with Qiao Junlin's argument, and he didn't treat this young boy as a dish at all.

However, after Qiao Junlin left, the guy carried a sword to the yard to practice martial arts. The Yangtze River pushed the front waves, and the front waves died on the beach. Du Qilang had never heard of this sentence at this time, but he had indeed felt such a crisis.

On the other side, Qiao Junlin came out of Du's mansion, walked through the streets and alleys, and walked on the sandy road in Chang'an City.

At this time, several streets in Chang'an City in the early Tang Dynasty were paved with river sand. Such roads were better than dirt roads. They would not be covered with sludge when they saw a little water. However, they could not withstand the tramplings of ox, horses and carriages, and there would inevitably be some potholes on the road. If it was raining, coupled with the mud brought by pedestrians, livestock and vehicles from other places, the road conditions would be worrying.

Fortunately, it was a sunny day. I entered the courtyard where their small courtyard was located, and wandered around the streets and alleys, and it seemed very lively everywhere.

When Qiao Junlin saw a merchant carrying a load of paper selling, he leaned over and took a look. Seeing that his family was doing well, he took out a few copper coins from his body and bought a stack of them.

If they went to the study shop, they would cost only a few cents, and they wouldn't even like to read them. In the past, Hou Lin took Qiao Junlin to buy paper. If he bought a knife at a time, it would cost hundreds of cents. Even when their uncle and nephew used paper, they would save money again and again.

However, if you spend a penny, you can buy two large pieces of hemp paper on the street. Qiao Junlin spent five cents, and the other party gave him a slightly incomplete corner. He got eleven pieces in total. These papers were cut, which was enough for him to practice calligraphy for a long time.

Recently, this kind of paper selling burden can often be seen in Chang'an City. According to legend, Luo Sanlang from Lishi County failed to make paper, but he made a kind of straw paper for use in the toilet.

Later, his papermaking recipes were circulated, and many people learned to make straw paper like him, while others referred to that recipe and used other materials to make paper. Then, not long after, this kind of hemp paper appeared on the market.

Although this hemp paper is not as good as the high-end paper sold in the store, it can also be used for writing. Its appearance is simply a blessing for many students who are not wealthy enough.

In the four schools alone, many students have similar financial conditions to Qiao Junlin, and some are even more miserable than him. Their father or grandfather is a small official and the monthly salary is to support their family and deal with various social and social relationships. If they are well-founded, they have to spend money from their families. If they don’t have much family background, they have to spend money.

In addition to the four schools, there are also calligraphy and mathematics. There are more students in those two schools, with more serious over-capacity, and most of the students have relatively average family backgrounds. Now that they can spend a lot of money on paper, few people will choose to make people swollen, so this kind of hemp paper quickly opened up the market in Chang'an City.

However, for families who rely on paper to make profits, this is no different from cutting their flesh from them.

When Qiao Junlin was going out with Du Xi recently, he heard some words that were not good to Luo Yong. He felt the malice of those people towards Luo Yong and was worried that some people would not be able to suppress their detriment to him. But he also knew that Luo Yong himself could not be unaware of this. He knew that he could not do anything, and that guy was not brave enough.

But what if there really is one day, what can I do for him?

The young man returned to the yard with a deep look, smiled and greeted Azhi, and then locked himself in the room again.
Chapter completed!