Although Mrs. Lin was still a little reluctant to show her face, she really wanted to do this job and make money.

Finally, after thinking about it, even if it wasn't for itself, it should have been for her two sons. The Luo family is now becoming more and more prosperous. What's the Lin family here? It's just to stick to a jealous recipe.

Luo Sanlang is still in filial piety. When he has made his filial piety period, he may have achieved something great. Those who can be rewarded by the emperor at the age of sixteen are from ancient times to the present. I am afraid that there are not many people who can be rewarded by the emperor with their fingers.

After thinking through these things, the face seems to be less indescribable. On this day, Mrs. Lin pulled Aunt Luo and said:

"Sister-in-law, I'm just a stupid person. I live to be a few decades older. I'm still full of mucus in my mind, and I can't tell you one, two or three. Auntie, I used to be wrong. Don't be serious with my sister-in-law."

"What's wrong with my sister-in-law? Why do you say such serious words? But what's wrong?" the aunt said quickly, but she didn't mention anything about being serious or not. Just ask her what's wrong.

Only she knows the feeling of being excluded, how could she easily wipe it out with just a few words?

"Hi, it's nothing." Mrs. Lin stammered.

"If there is anything wrong with my sister-in-law, just tell me." Lin Dalang, Sister-in-law, had been to the Luo family yard. Si Niang had already been angry with her earlier. That girl was so wise and knew what she could take out and say what she could not, so Er Niang was relieved to hand over these things to her.

Sister Lin smiled embarrassedly, and finally said that she wanted to get the work of making mats from Luo Yong, and wanted the aunt to help her ask, but she did not mention that she and Lin Dalang had already been to the Luo family before.

"I said what's the matter? Since my sister-in-law wants to do it, I'll ask Sanlang for you." Aunt Luo said it clearly and agreed to this matter very readily after hearing her explain the reason.

It’s not that she had to act generously. She knew Luo Yong’s attitude over there. At this time, Luo Yong just didn’t have some workmanship. Since Mrs. Lin and others were intentional, why bother to fulfill them?

Earlier, Mrs. Lin, Mrs. Lin, excluded her, mainly because she did not touch the loom at home, and made the illusion that she was more skillful than Mrs. Luo, and there was nothing else, and at most she didn't say a few sour words.

Now they weave cloth well and swallow the consequences. As for other aspects, the aunt did not intend to do anything. The old couple was in good health. Their family had to eat and live together for at least 10 or 20 years. The relationship was too bad and life was sad.

If these two people can't swallow the bitter fruits they have made and are willing to ask others to suffer but cannot bear the grievances, then Aunt Luo is not afraid of them now. If you want to make trouble, you will make trouble. If you make trouble, you will go back to the Luo family to hide for a few days at most.

Luo Yi's posture now clearly wanted to support her. It's like this. If she was still so soft and let others rub her, even if she was bullied to death in vain, she deserved it.

Speaking of Luo Yong, somehow, the aunt remembered that there was a time when she was a child that Luo Yong wet the bed at night.

At that time, Luo's father and mother were busy with the autumn harvest. The harvest in the fields was not good that year. Thinking about the taxes and labor service after autumn and the winter that was about to come, the couple was under great pressure and had a bad temper.

That morning, Luo's mother called Luo Yong in the yard to dig wild vegetables. Luo Yong responded in the room. She hadn't seen her for a long time, and Luo's mother even scolded him a few words.

After they went downstairs, Luo Yong dared to come out of the room. He wiped his tears and said to the aunt, "Sister, my pants are wet."

The pants were wet, it was obvious that they had wet their pants. The aunt smelled a scent of urine, but she didn't expose him. She just lent him one of her pants, asked him to replace the dirty pants and wash him.

Their family was really poor at that time, and it was not easy to barely make up fabrics for those little ones. There was no extra clothing. The aunt often walked in the village because she had to do housework, so she could wear more clothes for washing.

So that day, Luo Yong wore the aunt's pants and dug wild vegetables outside for most of the day. When he came back, his pants were dry, so he changed them back.

Thinking about Saburo's current ability, and then thinking about his former appearance of urinating in his pants, the aunt couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckled.

Luo Sanlang: "Ah Yeh!"

"Brother, are you catching a cold?" Si Niang was holding a frozen pear and sucking with relish.

At noon, I ate a large bowl of fried noodles, then took the frozen pear from under the eaves and soaked it in clean water. I waited until the soaked ice melted, took it out of the water, took off the pedicle and sucked it. My mouth was sweet and cool, so I was so refreshing.

"Nothing happened." Luo sniffed and continued to draw his tricks.

In order to protect his vision and avoid myopia, he did not dare to always let himself draw under an oil lamp, so he has also painted during the day recently. If he can't draw it, he would find an excuse to stay in his house for a while, and take out the book from the space to take a look.

"Si Niang, after eating the pear, you can grind some flour with Wulang." Er Niang finished washing the dishes and rubbed the water stains on her hands and said to Si Niang.

"Oh." Si Niang finished sucking a frozen pear, put the pear-pi heart in front of Doulier, clapped her hands and stood up, and went into the house to pick up the wheat.

In order to prevent insects and rats, most of his family's grain is kept in jars, especially those that are more expensive like wheat. This summer, the wheat he collected was cut off some of the land rent, and the rest was not sold at all. He left it to eat it himself. He put several large jars, but now he still has most of the remaining ones left.

On this side, Doulier bit the pear skin left by Si Niang in her mouth, but she couldn't find a trace of sweetness, so she botted the room a few times in annoyance.

"No matter how much I will give you nothing next time, I will give it to Mai Qing." Si Niang's voice came from the room.

"Wangwu..." Doulier lay pitifully on the ground, shook her tail boredly, and turned to see Mai Qing. Mai Qing was lucky, and Wulang left a little for it at least.

"The frozen pear is delicious, but it's too expensive." Erniang also picked up a frozen pear from the basin and ate it.

"When we plant pears, you won't think it's expensive." Luo Yong drew a piece of paper, picked up the paper with satisfaction, and put it aside. Speaking of which, the paper at this time is really expensive, so expensive, but people at this time do not think there is anything wrong. In their opinion, paper is a precious item, and it is natural to be expensive.

"One penny costs more than one penny, if I change it, I will use it for money." One penny is a big deal for her, so even if Mai Qing Doulier was staring at the side, she still sucked the frozen pear in her hand until no drop left. Even this pear-pi pear heart, she would have to chop them up and feed them to the chickens later.

After Erniang finished eating the pear, she started knitting sweaters again. Siniang and Wuro rushed to grind flour in the yard. They were not old and looked a little bit like they did their work.

Luo Yong continued to draw his tricks. Beside him, Liulang and Qi Niang had lunch, and after playing for a while, they fell asleep on the kang. Mai Qing Doulier found a place in the yard to lie down and bask in the sun. It had snowed two times a few days ago, but it was still cold. Mai Qing Doulier's fur was thick, so she was not afraid of the cold.

That afternoon, the aunt brought a few vegetables from the Lin family cellar and talked to Luo Yong about the Lin family's affairs. She helped Er Niang do a job for a while. After eating a frozen pear, she went back.

Then the next day, she brought Lin Dalang and Sister Lin, and Lin Erlang and Sister Lin. Luo Yong didn't say much, but directly led the person to an empty house in the backyard, took out some dyed wool, and taught them to make wool felt mats.

The Lin family has not entered the backyard of the Luo family in recent months. As soon as they came in, they saw a square yard that was divided into four squares. There were many large urns in each square, and the urns were filled with clear or thick soy sauce and soy sauce. These urns were placed there in a big way, without even a cover.

Lin Ersan wanted to ask a question or two, but was pulled by his man, so she swallowed the words back. Thinking about it, she could ask about other people's skills.

Thinking about it, Luo Sanlang is really amazing. Not to mention, just the big urns he saved in the backyard, their Luo family is not worse than the Lin family. All the soy sauce and soy sauce are sold, but I don’t know how much money I can earn back.

Luo Yong had already started to demonstrate the method of wool felt cushions. While laying wool felts of various colors on a straw mat on the ground, he said to the people: "I don't plan to spread my skills yet. I'll learn them myself. Don't teach others."

"That's natural, Saburo can be assured as possible." All the people said.

The method of making this wool felt seat cushion is simple and simple. After a few days of studying at the Luo family, these people were unable to make decent patterns except for Mrs. Lin who touched some tricks.

So Luo Yong took some relatively cheap colors and asked them to make some stripes and lattice patterns. In addition, some solid colors should be made, one color on the front and one color on the back, and made into a regular round or square shape, which is also better.

For these styles, the wages are much lower than those of the flower pattern. The solid color costs only four cents, the striped one is four and a half cents, and the grid costs five cents.

This is also a new idea that Luo Yong just came up with recently. If this wool felt cushion in his house is easy to sell, not everyone can afford the price of 100 cents. At that time, some people will definitely want this kind of cushion and cannot afford that much money to buy it. In this case, it is necessary to develop some low-priced products.

In addition, Luo Yong and his disciples have been making some larger seat cushions recently, which may be said to be carpets, including round, oval, square and rectangular. His dozen disciples who have not gone to Chang'an have been busy with this work recently, and those who have stayed this time are all good at craftsmanship.

"Sanlang! Sanlang!" A few days later, the Luo family had just had breakfast when they saw Ma Feiyang hurried into his yard and shouted: "How many peony cushions do you have in your family? Sell them all for me!"

"But just returned from Chang'an?" Luo Yong came out to greet him with a smile.

"That's right." Ma Jiulang said: "Your disciples asked me to bring you a message, saying that the mats I brought this time, one of which cost 200 cents, were sold out. They followed your instructions and found a small courtyard in Chang'an City after making money. Now a group of people live in that courtyard."

After that, he added: "It is not enough to buy a serious yard based on the money sold for mats. I, Aye, lend them some and ask them to buy a decent yard first, and then help others to earn money and then pay it off slowly."

"My disciples are in Chang'an City, and you have to take care of your father and son." Luo Yong also accepted his love.

"How many mats do you have, sell them to me." Ma Jiulang still said the same thing.

"Okay." Who is selling? Since Ma Feiyang has snatched the first place, if someone comes to the future, they have to ask them to wait.

When the two of them sat down on the kang, Ma Feiyang took a sip of water and said, "You don't know that your disciples originally planned to settle in our Ma's trading house, but before they could get the place, they were blocked. When I got the news, most of the mats had been sold. At that time, the situation was so unstoppable, so I had to squeeze in and buy a few of them. If I bought too much, it wouldn't work. Those people behind me wouldn't let me give it."

"I thought your mat was good in the past, so I bought a few of them for use at home, but I didn't expect that the wind would be so prosperous when it was blowing. When I saw the situation, I didn't even dare to sit on the carriage, so I ran back on a horse, for fear of asking someone to take it first."

After saying this, Ma Jiulang realized that he was doing business, so he could not keep raising the other party. So he asked quickly: "How much do you plan to sell this batch of mats this time?"

"It's still at the original price." Luo Yong said with a smile.

"One hundred cents a dollar?" Ma Jiulang opened his eyes wide. He still paid the original price? How could this be possible!

"That's right." Luo Yong looked innocent.

In this era of underdeveloped transportation, it is very difficult to travel. If the news had been released that his mats were only sold for 100 cents, now when the market is very good and the price is rising, how would those merchants who traveled here to purchase goods feel?

The main thing is that the wool felt cushion is that it has high dyeing costs. For example, those brightly colored patterns, the material cost of a cushion is about fifty cents, and plus ten cents of labor costs, it is only about sixty cents. Luo Yong can earn a net profit of forty cents.

This is enough. In the future, when competitors from other places develop, they will have to lower the price, and that is impossible.

At present, he wants to let the merchants know that the prices of the things in his hands are stable and will not rise randomly. Only in this way can merchants come to him to purchase goods in the future.

In the future, even if you hear that there are cheaper sources of goods elsewhere, merchants may not change places immediately. First, it is stable and reliable here, and second, it is familiar here. After all, it is not easy to purchase goods in strange places. Without those acquaintances, you may be slaughtered by someone if you pay the toll.

When Ma Jiulang learned that the wool felt seat cushion was still only sold for 100 cents, he grabbed the opportunity and packed all the inventory Luo used for now. He was so happy that he was about to fly.

I have to give a thumbs up for my wit and courage. From Chang'an to Lishi, Ma Jiulang, who was alone and rode alone for thousands of miles. What kind of heroism is this!

I rode back to Lishi County, and planned to ask my family to arrange a few ox carts to pick up the goods. In addition to the wool felt cushion, I also had to buy another batch of fermented bean curd. In addition, the weather is cold now, so I can also do a freezing tofu.

Before entering the city, I met a few people who were also riding horses to come here.

"Dare you ask me, Xipo Village is heading here?" Those Chang'an people who are new to the city are also afraid of taking the wrong path.

"That's right." Ma Feiyang smiled and said, "Are you going to find Luo Sanlang to buy the peony cushion?"

"Can this brother be too..." The people of Chang'an were all feeling an unknown premonition in their hearts.

"I happened to come from there too." Ma Jiulang's eyes flashed, and he couldn't hide his smile: "You guys are really here in the right place. But Luo Sanlang said that his mat is still only sold for one hundred cents each."

"Take it seriously!" Those people all had a look of being hit by a pie.

"But I have all the mats in his house, so I'm afraid I'll have to wait a minute." Ma Feiyang said, and with a whip, he ran towards Lishi County.
Chapter completed!