After the time entered the March of the lunar calendar, many parts of the south began to enter the plum rain season. The wet and cold raindrops brought the breath of spring, nourishing the earth, bringing hope to the harvest of the new year, and at the same time, it also caused many inconveniences to people's travel.

On the west of Lishi County, on the other side of Luliang Mountain, there is a small village called Shuangtang Village, which is quietly rising.

This village belongs to Qincheng, Taiyuan Prefecture, and is not far from the official road from Taiyuan Prefecture to Chang'an City. Although it is not very rich, the villagers can still earn some money by relying on this official road. They are still much stronger than those remote areas.

This village, which is neither particularly poor nor far from being rich, has changed recently because of a foreign wife in the village.

This foreign wife is now very old. Her eldest son has already started a family. Her mother's family was originally in Guyaoling, which is a famous poor place. Her husband went there in her early years because of war and was helped by their family. The two families became friends because of this.

Last winter, her two nephews from her parents came to the village and said that they had learned a craft from Luo Sanlang in Xipo Village and planned to make a living.

However, their hometown village is located in a remote area, with no convenient transportation and convenient operation than Shuangtang Village, so they want to come to them to develop.

No one has ever heard of Luo Sanlang's name in Xipo Village, let alone their village is so close to the official road.

After confirming that her two nephews did have real skills and had no problems with their character, the people in this village quickly accepted them. After all, everyone wants their village to develop better. Even if they can't be like Xipo Village, as long as they can slightly improve their lives, it would be great to add meat to their family every once in a while.

In this way, the Fan brothers and a few young people in their village lived in Shuangtang Village from then on.

Afterwards, they made hemp paper and oil paper umbrellas in the village and carried them to the side of the official road to sell them. Yibing oil paper umbrellas cost 5 cents. After a period of time, they made some money. Many villagers in Shuangtang Village helped them chop hemp and push mills. As long as the oil paper umbrellas could be sold, they would have wages. This whole winter, the village almost didn't rest much.

Everyone was very happy to earn some money during the slack season. These people originally thought that it would be great if this would be possible.

I never thought that just before the beginning of spring this year, the Fan brothers actually said that they would teach the skills of making hemp paper and oil paper umbrellas to the people in this village.

From the perspective of the Fan brothers, there should be concern that the villagers will be jealous of making money when they see them, and that they will not be able to stay in this village in the future.

Besides, the skills of making hemp paper and oil paper umbrellas are really hard to hide. These villagers basically know what they do to do when they do their jobs every day. Instead of trying to hide them, it is better to do a favor.

The villagers of Shuangtang Village obviously appreciated this. In the days that followed, they treated the Fan brothers like people from their own villages, and were much closer and more friendly to the other Guyaoling people.

"A oil paper umbrella, five cents a handful."

On this day, another villager from Shuangtang Village sold umbrellas beside the pipeline.

There was just a spring rain yesterday and the road was still muddy. He was the only one who came out to sell umbrellas today. The villagers either went to work in the fields or made paper umbrellas at home.

The Fan brothers and others recently received a large order. Their relatives couldn't finish it, so they called all their fellow villagers. So many people were given one point and planned to deliver the goods within ten days.

I heard that the merchants who came to them to buy umbrellas this time came from Luoyang. I heard that there was more rain and oil-paper umbrellas were easier to sell.

This official road is not as good as a bustling city. There are so many traffic. Most of the time, there are no people on their road. If there are more than ten people passing by here in a day, it will be more lively. Among these ten people, about half of them will go to Lishi County.

Lishi County was once an ordinary small town, and now there are so many merchants and pedestrians coming and going there. Who would have thought about this before?

Not to mention Xipo Village, even their Shuangtang Village, no one could have thought that today they could still make oil paper umbrellas and sell oil paper umbrellas to make money.

"How do you sell your oil paper umbrella?"

Several carriages came from afar. When the villagers on the roadside saw this, they quickly started to hawk at the top of their voices.

The carriages did stop, and the side window of one of them was pushed open, and a serious middle-aged man asked in the carriage.

"It costs five cents per hand, but you want to buy it. It's raining recently. It's great to buy a few oil-paper umbrellas on the car." The villagers are a good person.

"I heard that the oil-paper umbrella in Lishi County only costs five cents per hand, why do you even need five cents here?" The coachman in front said immediately.

"A few men are very knowledgeable. The oil-paper umbrellas in our village were learned from Luo Sanlang from Naxipo Village. Although they are not produced in Lishi County, the quality is not bad. If you don't believe me, please take a closer look."

This oil paper umbrella costs five cents, and there was no big profit. The Fan brothers had already agreed with them that the villagers could not lower the price of each other, otherwise the future transaction of the oil paper umbrella would not last long.

In fact, the group didn't want to reduce the price, but the coachman just said it casually. Xipo Village was too far away. Since there was an oil-paper umbrella in front of them, they would definitely have to buy the one in front of them.

"I'll buy four." The man in the car said.

"Okay, four oil-paper umbrellas, twenty cents." The villager looked happy.

The coachman sitting in front checked the four oil-paper umbrellas one by one, then took out a small string of copper coins from his arms, untied the ropes used for the string of coins, counted twenty pieces and handed them to him.

The villagers collected the money and continued to squat on the roadside. Twenty copper coins were held in their arms and heavy, and they suddenly became more energetic.

A few days ago, there were many people coming out of their village to sell umbrellas, but not everyone was good at selling things. For some honest villagers, it would be better to go back and make umbrellas and hemp paper to make them.

So they went back to make umbrellas and hemp paper, and only a few people would come here often. Among them, the one who loved the most about this job was the inconspicuous farmer in front of them.

He is very good at selling umbrellas. The umbrellas made by their family are no longer enough for him to sell, so he recently took umbrellas from his neighbors. For every oil-paper umbrella sold, he can earn half a penny.

The deal is good today. He sold four umbrellas early in the morning and earned two cents. You should know that in their place, many people may not be able to earn two cents in a day.

This is just the beginning. It is still half a day before dark. He thought in his heart that he might be able to sell ten of them today. If this is true, he will buy a piece of meat for his family to eat tomorrow.

After a while, two tall horses ran over from the other end of the official road. When the villagers saw it, they hurried over to sell his oil paper umbrellas: "Mr., you need oil paper umbrellas, five cents a handful."

However, what responded to him was just a string of horse hooves that were gradually moving away. The villagers stood behind and looked at the two people on the horse's back, but they could not see their appearance clearly. However, they had seen the clothes they were wearing once before, and it was said that they were a servant who went from Chang'an City to Taiyuan Prefecture to deliver letters.

Judging from the packages they carried on their backs, this time it was not like delivering a letter, but rather delivering goods. I don’t know what was loaded there, and which one in Taiyuan City was given to.

However, he didn't know that the two servants did not go to Taiyuan Prefecture this time, but turned a corner in Fenzhou, crossed the Luliang Mountains, and headed to Xipo Village.

His Majesty the Emperor ordered someone to send him half a bucket of corn seeds because Luo Sanlang made contributions to his offering.

This half-bucket of corn seeds is of extraordinary significance. Corn is now the Sixth Valley that everyone knows. No matter how tall Luo Sanlang is, he cannot compare to the sacredness of this Sixth Valley. So this time, the Emperor rewarded Luo Sanlang with the sixth kind of thing, which made many people confused.

Judging from the previous situation, the current person obviously doesn't like Luo Sanlang very much. Although he didn't do anything about him, his attitude is still a bit sorted out and careless.

But judging from this situation, things seem to be not what they thought before...

The emperor's intentions have always been unwilling to be easily understood. The more difficult it is, the easier it is to establish majesty.

Here in Xipo Village.

On this day, after dinner, Qiao Junlin couldn't get to sit in the Luo family yard for a while. This man usually wanted to break a quarter of an hour into two quarters of an hour to spend. It was rare to see him having such leisure and leisure on this day.

Luo Yong was also very happy about his arrival. He specially cooked a pot of tea and asked him to drink tea and talk in the hall.

As a result, the two of them sat down and chatted for a moment, and that guy Qiao Junlin went to the topic, but the statement was quite implicit: "I heard that the saint rewarded you with the grain from the Sixth Valley this time, so I think you should value it very much?"

"That's not necessarily true." Luo Yong smiled and said, "Maybe he gave too little before, so he felt embarrassed."

He said why this kid was willing to spend his time on chatting today. It turned out that he was worried about this matter, but he was also determined. Luo Yong could also see that this kid is now focused and does not like to waste his time and energy on other things he doesn't want to be in charge.

"Sorry?" Qiao Junlin... He never thought that these four words could be associated with the noble Lord of Nine Five.

"Yes." Luo Sanlang said with a smile.
Chapter completed!