Fangshan is not a real countryside, and the academy is an ivory tower, so Li Jinglong has not really experienced the wild fun of the countryside, but this kind of wild fun feels fresh when he comes, but it is a long and boring after he goes.

When I wake up, it is already dawn, and only the laziest lazy people in the countryside get up at this time, and even six or seven-year-old dolls have to carry dung forks on their backs to pick up livestock manure along the road.

If it weren't for the fact that he was really hungry, Li Jinglong really didn't want to get up, and the first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to lift the lid of the pot in the stove room, and he was as disappointed as the day before yesterday, there was only a bowl of gruel and half a cake in the pot.

After so many days, he finally knew that those steamed wild vegetables and fried insect pupae that he couldn't look at could not be eaten every day in the countryside. The chopsticks stirred in the bowl a few times and didn't get a few meters, Li Jinglong really missed the academy at the moment, the big soft buns, and the spicy soup.

It was the time to grow his body, and the thin soup was stuffed into the belly of a half-sized child, which was really useless, and in less than an hour, Li Jinglong's stomach squeaked again, his stomach was like a fire, and the feeling of hunger was really uncomfortable.

Seeing that it was past noon, the Zhao family of three still hadn't come back, and they didn't need to ask to know that they had gone to the ground again, Li Jinglong was really hungry and couldn't stand it.

When he opened the grain tank, there was only half a bag of flour left in the tank, and half a scoop of white rice, Li Jinglong couldn't help muttering, "This family is really poor, and there is only so much to eat." ”

Saying this, but the hands are not soft at all, half a scoop of rice is taken and poured into the pot after a little scooping, although he has no experience in cooking, Li Jinglong also knows that there is nothing wrong with putting more water, the clear soup with little water has no taste, Li Jinglong put a little lard and salt in it.

The red flame licked the bottom of the pot, the steam slowly overflowed from under the lid, and then there was a rich rice fragrance, Li Jinglong couldn't wait, scooped the iron spoon and put it in his mouth to taste, and nodded with enjoyment, "The taste is really good, it seems that I also have a bit of craftsmanship." ”

He couldn't wait to eat a bowl of self-care, and after three bowls in a row, Li Jinglong felt more comfortable in his stomach, and just gasped when he touched his bulging stomach, the fence door of the yard was opened, and the three members of the Zhao family came back with farm tools, all of them with a tired face.

Xiao Shuan sniffled and said, "It's so fragrant!" He ran to the bottom of the grass shed and said when he saw Li Jinglong: "It's really the sun coming out in the west, you actually know how to cook for us, but we usually don't eat at noon, let me see what you have done......

Xiao Shuan tiptoed and lifted the lid of the heavy locust wood pot, "Oh, it's rice porridge, such a thick rice porridge ......"

"If you want to eat, you're welcome, I'll serve you a bowl." Li Jinglong was about to serve rice to Xiao Shuan with a spoon, but the spoon was snatched away, and when he looked up, he saw that it was a green flower.

Cuihua frowned and asked sharply, "Where did you get the rice!" ”

"Where else can it come from, of course, in the vat."

Cuihua pouted when she heard this, and the tears fell down, as if she had been drained of her soul, and sat on the ground, "That's the last rice left in the family, but you have to eat it until the summer harvest, you have eaten it, let our whole family go and eat Guanyin soil, woo woo woo ......"

Xiao Shuan is young and doesn't know how to worry about life, so he complained to Li Jinglong: "Look at you making my sister cry." ”

Li Jinglongtian is not afraid of the ground, he is blind when he sees a woman crying, it's not that he pities the jade, it's really machismo at work, "It's not just a pound of rice, I'll make it up to you when I go back!" ”

If it was in the past, Li Dagongzi would definitely throw out a silver ingot, but now he didn't have a copper coin on his body, and when he woke up, he found that the purse, fan, and jade pendant he usually carried with him were gone, otherwise he could buy a lot of money for any one.

Zhao He put the hoe aside, sighed and said: "What are you crying about, let the neighbors hear it and think that my old wife is dead, in the past, the plague and the military disaster have survived, if the peace is still starving to death today, besides, there is not half a bag of noodles at home, there is an old woman, this family can't be broken." ”

Li Jinglong has hardly ever felt guilty of this emotion, especially because of a pound of rice, that feeling is like a hundred claws scratching the heart and making people anxious, taking advantage of the fact that the three of the Zhao family shared the remaining rice porridge, Li Jinglong ran away from the village and shouted loudly to the field: "Lao Kong will come out for me!" Give it all to me! If I don't come out, I'll run away. ”

After a while, I saw a person in the barley from a distance, with a straw hat on his head, and his lazy face was his father's personal leader, "The little one dozed off just now, and it's late, don't be surprised by the little grandfather." ”

Li Jinglong said viciously: "Send a hundred taels of silver to that family, and then immediately send me to respond to the sky." ”

"I'm sorry Childe, I'm afraid I won't be able to listen to you."

"Well, give me a hundred taels of silver." Li Jinglong immediately retreated to the next best.

Lao Kong stretched out his hands, "No! ”

"Fifty taels!"

"Nope!"

"Ten taels!"

Lao Kong said very frankly: "Don't talk about silver, it's just a copper coin, a grain of rice, and the small one can't be given to you, this is what the grandfather ordered, the small one made a military order to the grandfather, and the small one doesn't want to lose his head." ”

"But the family can't eat anymore, do you want to starve to death with them?" Li Jinglong angrily grabbed Lao Kong's collar but couldn't shake him.

"Grandpa said, if you really die here, I will bury you in your hometown and repair the ancestral mausoleum by the way...... Ouch! ”

Li Jinglong smashed his fist on Lao Kong's face, let go of his collar and turned around, his empty mouth kept muttering, "Why!" Why, exactly! ”

A TV idea six or seven hundred years later, it would be strange if Li Jinglong could figure it out, and the initiator who confused Li Jinglong didn't understand it at this time, why people could weave wool cloth across it, but he couldn't even spin it, this was a big deal, the British did it to the extreme, and Madu didn't want to let it go.

The yarn was still spun, it was from the hand of Uzhna, because she heard Madu say that it could make her people eat more, so she worked very hard, but the yarn she spun was thicker than her thumb, like a rope made directly from wool, when the yarn was not qualified, let alone weaving.

Inspiration is like a lightning bolt striking the Madu Tianling cover, if you can't make wool cloth, why can't you make wool yarn. The women in the family are not useful, so they go outside to find women, Daming has never lacked textile masters, and Shen Wansan himself has it.

He was informed, but in a few days he sent a man to Mado, not a shrewd and capable young woman, but an old woman who was close to her sixtieth birthday.

Without waiting for Ma Du to get mad, Shen Wansan solemnly introduced to Ma Du that this old lady named Honggu was the personal disciple of Huang Mu. Speaking of Huang Mu, no one necessarily knows who it is, but when it comes to Huang Daopo, I believe that as long as you have received nine years of compulsory education, no one will not know.

Ma Du immediately made an offering to his ancestors, and immediately promised a lot of money to ask the old lady to help develop wool. It is not difficult to have a way, and the old lady made an extraordinary move, and spun wool thread with cotton and linen as accessories in only three days.

When encountering such a cow, Ma Du naturally would not let go, and immediately asked her to help make wool cloth, which was obviously more difficult, and it was necessary to make a loom again. With Bo Qi's eyes, he must be able to see what wool cloth means to the prairie once it appears, and it is estimated that he will not betray his people, so Ma Du had to retreat and find Wang Xiaohammer to assist the old lady in designing a new loom.

It may be some time before woolen cloth appears, but the interesting new activity of knitting sweaters is already in full swing in the circle of noble ladies in the Ming Dynasty. Who was the first person to knit a sweater? Mado, of course.

At that time, I made an appointment with Sister Chuan, and knitted a scarf as a Christmas gift for each other, but he was stupid and really knitted, and Sister Sichuan obviously bought it.

Unlike many young women in later generations who couldn't even sew socks, women in ancient times, whether rich or poor, were all ingenious.

In just a few days, the finished sweater appeared at home, with various styles and patterns, and the kind of machine knitting in later generations was nothing more than that. Of course, Song Shuang and Wu Rina don't have this ability, and they are embarrassed to put on Ma Du like the fishing nets they weave. This kind of sparse mesh that exposes skin and flesh seems to be more appropriate if worn on their bodies.

Song Shuang and Xu Xiaopei took sweaters to Changfu and Xufu for a while, and the sweater knitting activity immediately became popular in the circle of honorable officials, especially those older ladies liked it the most, and finally did not have to count the beans in the dead of night, and the Ma family's woolen business also became popular and in short supply, and the price also soared, and the wool was almost equal to the same weight of silver.

In addition to gold, silver, copper, satin, silk cloth, rice, and spices, Daming has another kind of hard currency, Lao Zhu is itchy to see others getting rich, and a will is sent to the family to recruit Ma Du into the palace. Please pay attention to the latest chapters in the future