"Let's go to Luo Si's side." Bai Yimao said to his brothers again, after having nothing to do.

As a result, those guys refused to give face this time: "I won't go, you guys go."

"I won't go."

"You go by yourself."

"Oh, I'll sleep for a while."

Bai Yimao didn't want to go there alone, so he stayed in the house for a while, and then felt that it was really meaningless, so he ran to the shop next door by himself.

He wasn't really stupid. After the days of fever, he realized that Luo Si's girl was coaxing them to work. Although he didn't want her to succeed, there was no entertainment in this small mountain village. Think about it, let's go to Si Niang and the others to play.

Luo Siniang is quite interesting, and they have many fresh foods in the Luo family, so Bai Yimao is quite happy to get to them.

"Hey, you said Baimao wouldn't really like Na Luo Si?" As soon as Bai Yimao left, the boys in the room became active: "We can't even say we can go, he still goes."

"Since Luo Si gave him wild flowers, I looked at the white hair a little strange."

"No, then what's good about Luo Si?"

"Oh, don't say it..."

“…”

A few young people chatted happily in the room, but the parties involved didn't know at all. They were burying their heads next door to engrave their words.

But even if you know, it doesn’t matter. Instead of staying in the guest house and making fun of them, Bai Yimao felt it would be more meaningful to just go to the next door to do something. Since he came to Xipo Village, his ideas have also changed a little.

Looking at the Luo family's Siniang Wuro, he had a lot of ideas at such a young age and was willing to spend time and energy to turn his ideas into reality. In contrast, the lives of these people seem a little boring.

Bai Yimao felt that his original life was too boring and had the idea of ​​changing, but at this time he himself didn't know it, and only felt that something was always attracting him in the shop next door.

The method of Si Niang and others in engraving the printed board is to write on thinner paper first, then cover the paper face down on the wooden board, stick it with paste, and then you can start carving.

The paper used in this process should be thin enough and not stained with ink, and the price is definitely not cheap. Perhaps only a family like the Luo family will cause several children to spend so much money.

Speaking of which, the issue of woodblock printing is actually not particularly strange. After all, seals have been available for a long time. If you make the seal bigger and the characters have more, it will become woodblock printing.

The big reason why no one did this in the past was that the market demand was limited. At that time, pens, ink and paper were very expensive, and most people could not afford it. Even if someone created woodblock printing, because the price was high, few people could afford it. If the sales of woodblock printing were not increased, then the time spent on carving printing would be very unprofitable.

Now that the price of paper has been reduced, Si Niang and others can do woodblock printing at this time, and the price can be increased to a relatively low level, taking the route of small profits but quick turnover.

Although this kind of line-pack booklet is different from the scrolls of this era, it also has some differences in reading experience.

But the booklet made by the Luo family is really beautiful, and it is printed on paper and made into a small book, which is just the size of a palm, which is not only easy to carry, but also the little ladies feel very small and exquisite in holding it in their hands.

Since they don’t have to worry about sales, Si Niang and the others just focus on their production. Luo Yong saw that they were young and worked all day long, just like an adult, and felt a little distressed. When they had time, they went there to help, clean the house and sell goods.

At the beginning, the boy Bai Yimao was a little awkward, but later he became a free laborer for Si Niang and others. Luo Yong saw that this boy was not bad, and he didn't know if this guy would have any development with their Si Niang. Even if he had development, he was not afraid of her. With Si Niang's temperament, Luo Yong was not afraid of her suffering wherever he went.

As the weather gets colder day by day, corn grown all over the country has begun to enter the harvest season. This time, the harvest is no longer a small harvest in the southern region, nor is it just a sensation in the southern region, but a national sensation.

Compared with this sensation, both the irrigation system that Shizhou is currently promoting or the North and South Grocery Publishing House in their Xipo Village seem so insignificant.

It was correct that governor Hao did not strongly recommend their irrigation method to the court before, because at this time the Tang government did not need anything else to disperse the people's worship and enthusiasm for the Sixth Valley.

Such worship and enthusiasm have led to unprecedented national unity, and the emperor's prestige has reached an unprecedented height.

It was in this hot late summer that Empress Changsun passed away.

The wealth that is soaring to the sky can never resist the helplessness of life and death.

Empress Changsun was born into a noble family and was the daughter of a famous general. Luo Yong didn't know much about this person, but from some scattered information and folk rumors in his space, it can be imagined that this is a very dignified and wise woman.

At the age of thirty-six, he was supposed to be in a strong and healthy state, but for some reason he died so early.

The people were not just totally sad about the death of Empress Changsun. There were some vague rumors among the people that she was taken away by the gods in the sky. The gods gave them to the Sixth Valley of the Tang Dynasty, and then took the queen of the Tang Dynasty in exchange.

Some people even said that their queen had remarried to heaven, which made Li Shimin a little amused.

Perhaps this statement is also a kind of comfort to the emperor. As long as he thinks that his queen has gone to heaven and not to suffer in the underworld, he will feel more at ease.

In such an atmosphere, although the corns that Hou Lin planted before grew very well and had large corn cobs, he couldn't call his friends to come to his house to watch, so he had to take care of himself and harvest silently.

After some of the corn kernels harvested were sold, they brought a lot of economic income to their family. Now in Chang'an City, the price of corn seeds is quite high and ordinary people can't get it at all.

On the evening of the day, Hou Lin talked to his nephew and lamented that they really owe Na Luo Sanlang too much, but Na Luo Sanlang didn't seem to be planning to come to Chang'an City to develop. Even if he wanted to repay it, he would not start.

"Even if he comes to Chang'an City, we can't do anything." Qiao Junlin said. At the beginning, it was just a few words that Luo used, so he made a connection with Du Xi. Under Du Xi's guidance, his current social circle was no longer the same as before.

It was impossible for me and my uncle to do something that could not be done by cutting his head. The man could do it just by saying a few words. With such a big gap, it would be good not to say anything about rewards.

"Don't say that. If there are children in his family who want to study in Chang'an City, I can still help a little." Hou Lin didn't like his nephew's self-deprecating attitude.

"He is still helping me with this Imperial College." Qiao Junlin shook his head and smiled bitterly. Regarding the reasons why he was able to successfully supplement the Imperial College, Qiao Junlin also heard something from Dr. Chen.

"..." Hou Lin was choked by his nephew and said nothing.

Unlike Qiao Junlin and Luo Yong who had many positive contacts, Hou Lin's impression of Luo Yong is still at a very capable country boy. There is no very intuitive concept of how much energy he has and how many things he can do after coming to Chang'an City.

Qiao Junlin didn't say anything else, picked up his long sword and went to the backyard to practice the sword.

A few days ago, Qiao Junlin was praised by several teachers when dancing swords at school, saying that he danced with both hardness and softness, and was rhythmic in his strength. Although Qiao Junlin didn't think his sword was so rhythmic, since these teachers in the school liked it, he didn't mind developing in this direction.

Since you want others to like it, sometimes you have to go to the other person's favor.
Chapter completed!