Qiao Junlin originally planned to leave after the Lantern Festival, but later he heard that the Ma family would transport a batch of goods to Chang'an in the late first lunar month. So the elders of the Qiao family said that if Qiao Junlin could go with them, they would take some care of the way and save some money.

So, on the 22nd day of the first lunar month, Qiao Junlin and Azhi got up early, carried a large package prepared early in the morning, and went to the Ma family to meet with the others. They had no car and were preparing to walk to Chang'an.

Qiao Junlin also has a ox cart, but if Qiao Junlin and the others drive away, there will be no house.

That day, when Qiao's father talked about this, he acted very embarrassed. When Qiao Junlin saw it, he said he didn't use a ox cart. The two of them walked away. Qiao's father sighed and told them to be careful on the way. After going to Chang'an, he would think of it. As for the ox cart, he never mentioned it since.

Qiao Junlin and the other two went early, and the Ma family was not ready yet, so they waited outside the door for a while.

The sky was not clear yet. Although it was not windy or snowy, it was so cold that people's noses and ears were about to fall off. When they exhale, there was a cloud of white mist. Qiao Junlin stomped his feet, took out a note from his arms, opened it and looked at it, and squinted his eyes and smiled.

I saw two ugly lines of words written on the slightly rough white paper: "I laughed to the sky and went out, how could I be a weed man?"

Yesterday, Luo Yong asked someone to bring him a small package, which contained a jar of fermented bean curd, two pairs of cashmere socks, and this note.

Yes, how could he be willing to be a weed man for life?

He carefully put the note in his arms and took out another book "The Analects of Confucius" and started reading it. In the past, he was most impatient with this book and wanted to never meet it for the rest of his life, but now he doesn't want to hide.

Speaking of which, it is really too late to start working hard now. I hope that when I arrive in Chang'an, my uncle will not be too disappointed with him.

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In the Luo family, since Erniang knitted her first pair of cashmere socks, she basically left the housework without her having to make food or wash bowls. She just knitted socks every day.

Then the work at home naturally fell on Luo Yong's shoulders. Si Niang was still a little younger, she was only ten years old during the Chinese New Year, and she was still a little short. It would be fine to ask her to take a hand and wash dishes occasionally, but it would be a little earlier to cook.

Although there are also ten-year-old girls in other families who are responsible for cooking, there are two sisters in the Luo family. Now that both sisters have been removed, they are replaced by Luo Yong. Luo Yong, a great young man from the 21st century, is really embarrassed to ask a ten-year-old girl to cook for him. When Er Niang was doing these things, he couldn't help but help her. Speaking of which, Er Niang is only sixteen in the New Year.

When I woke up that morning, I looked at the two chicks surrounding the corner of the kang, and the two little ones swallowed their saliva and told Luo Yong that they wanted to eat chicken.

Luo Yong thought that the family had not had meat for several days, so after breakfast, he brought a bag of food and went to the village to buy chicken.

They also want to raise chickens, but before spring is over, the hens in the village have no nests. They hatched six eggs before, and finally two chicks came out. This is quite good. After all, this is the first time. This time Luo Yong gave them ten eggs and asked them to continue hatching.

The two Siniang and Wulang were in charge of the egg hatching. Luo Yong didn't care. At that time, Luo Yong said: "This kang is so warm, it's probably possible to hatch chickens." Then the two of them became excited and insisted on trying two eggs.

Er Niang refused at first, afraid that they would ruin things, but Luo gave them six eggs with a wave of his hand, and said that if he could really hatch, the chickens would be raised in the future, and when he grew up, they would lay eggs, and those eggs would be picked up. As for whom the eggs he picked would be, then he didn't say, "Do you coax the children?"

The little girl Si Niang looked very smart, but she still saw little. She was so happy that she even picked up the eggs.

When she takes a few more tricks in Luo Yong’s place in the future, she will gradually learn her lessons. When she goes out, if others want to cheat her, it will not be that easy.

Luo Yong spent a bucket of corn and returned from the villagers with a small rooster weighing three or four pounds. On the way, many villagers said that it was expensive to change. For them, the one who could exchange for a bucket of corn would have to be a bigger rooster, or a smaller hen would be a smaller one. This rooster was obviously too small.

"Then do you still have chickens to sell in your family now?" Luo Yong asked them.

"No more." The villagers who were asked shook their heads and waved their hands. After the New Year, the chickens sold at home were sold for food, and the rest were kept for this year as breeders, and they could not be sold anymore.

Luo Sanlang sighed. The people here obviously do not understand the market rules of supply and demand. In the current situation of supply and demand in short supply, some people have raised their own little rooster slightly, which is unkind.

The price has really only increased a little bit, and this was proposed by Luo Yong on his own initiative. When he went to buy chicken, people said that the chicken wanted to keep it for himself. Luo Yong said that if you don’t eat it for a while, I’ll give it to me first. I’ll give you a bucket of rice. You will buy a bigger one from someone from another village another day, so the other party agreed.

Luo Yong is a little worried now that he should not be called a profiteer in the future. Nowadays, reputation is really important.

In addition to food, Luo Yong also bought some well-developed bean sprouts from others.

There is not much technical difficulty in producing bean sprouts. The villagers originally knew it, but they just didn’t do it much. First, it was the temperature limit, and second, it was because of the food. Although beans were not as good as rice and flour, they were quite full. If they were born, they would become a vegetable. In the eyes of the villagers, vegetables were cheaper than grain.

Now that every household has a hot kang, it is much easier to produce some bean sprouts. In addition, many villagers are doing well in the tofu business now and are more willing to eat it.

There are often foreign vendors in the village homes. Some of them are more frugal and eat their own dry food. If you are willing to eat some, you will give some money and food and buy some food from the owner. At this time, it is the turn of tofu and sprouts to appear.

It is said that the standard for hospitality is a bowl of fried noodles with sauce, a plate of bean sprouts, a plate of green onion and tofu, and a bowl of hot noodle soup. A set meal like this only costs three cents per person. Three cents is not much, but according to the current price of grain, it is enough to buy six liters of corn, and many people are reluctant to eat it.

When he got home, he put the bean sprouts and the little rooster in the kitchen, and Luo Yong and the others picked up the wool together.

Tian Chonghu took back several kilograms of wool yesterday. Last night, Luo Yong beat the wool with wood ash and washed it several times, washed away the grease and dirt on the wool, and then baked it on the kang for a night. This morning, he beat it again to make it fluffy, and then sorted it.

Pick out the fine and soft cashmere and rub it with wool. Some of the bad hairs that are not good at first glance will be thrown away directly. Don’t care about the rest for the time being. In the future, we will talk about it.

After picking up the wool for a while, Luo Yong remembered again. Tian Chonghu told him yesterday that when he was collecting wool in the city, he often had to borrow scales from others, which was very inconvenient. Fortunately, they helped people ride the kang in the city before, and they knew many people, so it was not difficult to borrow a scale to make it fall.

I have been borrowing from others, but it is not a long-term solution. I should buy a scale myself. The price is too expensive. Even if I collect a few kilograms of wool, it doesn’t seem particularly necessary. Luo Yong thought about it and decided to make a simple version by himself.

In this era, one hundred liters are one hu, one hundred jin is one stone, one hu is a unit of volume and stone is a unit of weight.

If he was right, a hu of corn would be about the same as a stone, so basically, a liter of rice would be one pound. At this time, a pound would be heavier than a pound in later generations. According to the algorithms of later generations, it would be almost as high as one pound in three pounds.

Anyway, it is enough to collect waste products and call them wool. It is fine, and it doesn’t need to be very accurate. Luo Yong found a relatively straight wooden stick in the pile of firewood, with a thumb-sized thickness, peeled the skin with a kitchen knife, and grind the two ends neatly on the stone, and then dug holes, digging one in the middle, and one at each end.

Only these three small holes were busy with him for a long time. This was done in the future. A flash drill was done in three swishes.

After digging the hole, a small rope was worn in the middle, and one liter of meter was hung at each end. I tried it and it was basically balanced. One end drooped a lot. Luo Yong decided to use it to hang wool on this end, so that those who sell wool were cheaper.

Others will always know which end is lighter and which end is heavyer over time. They will definitely not take advantage of this kind of cheap one. Their family will only cost some fermented bean curd sauce, which is not much cost.

I used this freshly made rod scale to weigh a pound of stones, replaced the corn, and found needlework and cloth, and cut the stones into a small cloth bag, then put a hemp rope on it, tied it to one end of the rod scale, and then made a larger cloth pocket and hung it on the other end to hold wool.

Such a tool is a bit simpler, and if it is just used to collect wool, it is basically enough.

After making this scale, it was almost noon. The chicken would not be killed at noon, and then tonight.

Recently, many villagers have worked at his home. In order to build those houses as soon as possible, they usually don’t go back to rest at noon. As for lunch, people these days don’t eat much lunch.

Luo Yong was embarrassed to ask them to build a house for their own home with an empty stomach. When a group of people came to work for him, they would have to eat some at noon. At that time, there was nothing to eat at their home, just make some pancakes and make some hot porridge, and often drink tofu.

The situation in the Luo family is much better than before. In addition, Luo Yong doesn’t have to make tofu all day long to sell tofu, and he can also spend more time and energy on food.

A few days ago, Luo Yong made fried noodles for everyone, and the fried noodles became popular in the village. Then a lot of the big sauce that they just made was sold quickly.

I made pancakes at noon today. First, I prepared a small basin of mixed grain batter, and then placed a pottery tray on the stove. I burned it on the pottery tray on the pottery tray. The tools are a little simpler, a pottery tray and a kitchen knife, just put it on.

"Brother, what should I eat for lunch?" Si Niang and Wuro could not sit still when they smelled the smell.

"But you need help?" Erniang also came over at this time.

"There's nothing to help. You've knitted socks for most of the day, so let's take a break." Luo whipped two eggs on the spread pancakes, swept them with a knife, and then he swept them away. He then applied some soy sauce and sprinkled some chopped green onion.

This is for Liulang Qiniang and the others to eat, so they don’t put bean sprouts. According to the algorithm here, it is said that they are four years old. In fact, they are only two years old. Luo Yong is worried that they will not be able to chew the bean sprouts and will be stuck in their throats.

This pancake was folded and rolled, and then cut it in half. Second Niang took it to Liulang, Qiniang and the others to eat it first. Siniang and Wulang were still surrounded by the stove, waiting for his own portion.

Both of these were very edible. Luo used one person to spread a big pancake for them, and still beat eggs and spread a handful of blanched bean sprouts. The two of them watched from the side, swallowing their saliva while shouting: "Brother, put more sauce for me, mine will need more sauce."

With these simple tools at home, Luo Yong had to spread out a batter of batter. Except for the two little babies Liu Lang Qiniang, Luo Yong himself had a cake with an egg. He was embarrassed to help him. There were no eggs. It was not a big deal. Luo Yong was too stingy. His family was not very wealthy now.

All the people who helped him in his house were big-bellied men, and one pancake would definitely not be full. Even his Siniang Wuro could force two of them. So Luo Yong fryed them two thick pancakes one by one. Maybe he was still not full, just let it go.

After eating this pancake, these people worked hard when they started their work, and the walls were built very solidly, without cutting corners at all.

After work at night, everyone returned home and naturally had to tell their family what they ate at the Luo family today. The children in the family swallowed their saliva repeatedly, and then some people would take out a small cloth bag from their arms, which caused several children in the family to cheer.

Although this mixed grain pancake has been left for an afternoon, it will not become cold and hard when it is kept in your arms and covered with body temperature. It is more tough than when it is just baked, and it is also very fragrant when it is chewed.

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Here at the Luo family.

"Brother! Let's kill the chicken now!" After all the people working in the backyard had finished, Siniang and Wuro happily took out the little rooster and kitchen knife from the kitchen.

"Okay." Luo took the kitchen knife with one hand and the little rooster with the other.

"Brother?" Seeing that he stood there with a kitchen knife and a rooster in the other hand, he didn't move for a while, Si Niang couldn't help but shout again.

"..." Luo picked up the kitchen knife and gestured on the chicken a few times. He was a little confused about where to start. In the two lives, he had never killed a chicken once.

"I'll do it." Erniang happened to come out of the house at this time, so she reached out and picked up the chicken and kitchen knife.

Although Luo Yong told her to knit socks without doing housework, she still couldn't adapt. Besides, Luo was not relaxed all day long, and she couldn't sit in the house and wait to eat ready-made ones.

Luo Erniang lifted the little rooster aside, called Siniang to take a stone pottery bowl and put it on the ground, squatted down, stepped on the rooster's wings, and the other foot stepped on the rooster's claws, reached out to grab the rooster's neck, pulled off a few hairs, picked up the kitchen knife and scratched it on it, and the blood immediately flowed out and fell into the citrus bowl, without wasting a drop.

The whole process was so smooth and neat that Luo Yong was stunned.

Erniang stood up, threw the blood-flowing little rooster into the empty wooden barrel beside her, and called Si Niang to add some boiling water to it.

When he turned around, he saw Luo Yong standing there stupidly, and then he smiled: "After all, he is a scholar."
Chapter completed!