Chapter Thirty-Nine: Idle Things in Winter

Liang Weng is ready to live to be 100 years old before dying!

For this reason, he swallowed the two broken eggs by the neck, and after throwing away the eggshells, he yelled at the servants who filled the eggs: "If anyone dares to break the eggs again, the old man will have to deduct his wages." ”

Hearing that wages would be deducted, the servants were more careful when loading eggs into wooden boxes.

may be an obsession formed a long time ago, Liang Weng has always been accurate to single digits when counting eggs.

This is naturally very troublesome, the Yun family produces thousands of eggs a day, and if they are counted one by one, the time of the day will be mixed.

Liang Weng knew that it was not appropriate to do this, he wanted to do it, and if he didn't do it, it would seem that he was useless.

Yun Lang was sitting on the second floor with a teapot and saw this scene, so he asked Song Qiao next to him: "What is Liang Weng doing here?" How can the chief steward of the Yun family know how to count eggs all day long. ”

Song Qiao, who was sewing a tiger head hat for his future son, looked up at Liang Weng, who was very pompous, and said with a smile: "What do you let him do without counting the eggs?" In the past, he could still manage the affairs of the family, but now, the things outside are in charge, and the affairs at home are in charge of the red sleeves, where he goes, where it is a mess, now everyone does not dare to let him take care of things, only the egg business is handed over to him to rest assured, none of them will be bad. ”

"This is too insulting, Lao Liang used to be a foreman, why don't you go to manage the blacksmith workshop?"

"People are smart, the egg business is bigger than the blacksmith's workshop business, and it's easy to manage, besides, there is no difference between the current blacksmith's workshop and the non-existent.

Sang Hongyang gave a strict order, and the blacksmith workshops of each family have been included in the government's sight management, and each family only supplies 500 catties of iron ingots every year, and I don't know what this iron ingot is enough for, and the farm tools at home will be gone.

Husband, you should also ask, our family is now a marquis, and we have added 6,000 acres of land, and there are many places to use iron, 500 catties is not enough, and Cao Xiang's family can have a supply of 5,000 catties of iron ingots a year. ”

Yun Lang frowned and said, "There's no need to ask, isn't it okay for your family to buy a little iron ingot and not let the government know?" ”

Song Qiao scratched his belly and said angrily: "It should have been like this, but that Sang Hong sheep stayed in Fugui County and didn't leave, and he has been there for more than half a year." ”

"What? Spy on our house? ”

"No, it's monitoring Gillian, Gillian got 200,000 catties of fine iron from Youzhou last year, and was going to build a rich city, but as a result, Sang Hongyang didn't know what was crazy, and he fought with Gillian to death, so Gillian had to hand over the 200,000 catties of fine iron to Dasi Nong, and then it was distributed by Dasi Nong.

For this matter, Sang Hongyang also went to the Changmen Palace, and was thrown out by Gillian by sending someone, and then this old man lived in Fugui County and did not leave, staring at Gillian specifically, as long as there was fine iron transported out of the Changmen Palace, the old man would take someone to confiscate.

The servants brought by the old man were beaten by the guards of the Nagato Palace every day, and he was already about to be angry. ”

Yun Lang nodded and said: "The old man has finally cleaned up the big iron smelting households of the Han Dynasty over the years, and now there is another Gillian, how can this be endured, if he can't curb Gillian, he will not have the face to clean up other big iron smelting households in the future." ”

Song Qiao looked at Yun Lang's face, and suddenly smiled: "I heard that Mrs. Huayang's life is not easy, she is guarding a huge iron-smelting workshop, and she is about to starve to death. ”

"Mrs. Huayang? Who is it? ”

Song Qiao looked at Yun Lang like a piece of shit and said, "Your old man is good, Mrs. Wuhua!" ”

"She's not short of money!" Yun Lang shook his head categorically.

Song Qiao looked at his belly regretfully and said: "I don't know how God arranged it, the eldest daughter has such a good child into Mrs. Huayang's belly, and the concubine wants a child, but there is no movement." ”

Yun Lang frowned and said, "What do you think, you seem to want me to go to Zhuo Ji to have another child?" ”

Song Qiao lowered his head and said, "The concubine can't give birth to a child......"

"Nonsense, we've been together a lot in the past few years, and if you suddenly get pregnant with a child, I'll ask you what happened.

I'm back now, and there will always be kids, and there will be plenty of them. “

Yun Lang's words seemed to give Song Qiao some confidence, raised his head and said: "Also, the concubine is very worried, only Su Zhi has no conscience, he is in the pharmacy all day long, and he is not even willing to come back to this family."

The husband has been made a marquis, but the concubine has nothing to do, who will the family business be handed over to in the future? You don't know, the concubine can't lift her head when she sees the Huo family, the Cao family, and the Li family now. ”

"Only fools will have children, either my family will not give birth, or the children born will be ten of other people's families."

Song Qiao looked at Yunyin, who was playing with the tiger downstairs, and giggled stupidly, not knowing whether her husband's words were right or not, full of doubts.

Sima Qian's house was very messy, there were piles of messy bamboo slips everywhere, it was not that the Yun family did not send servants to him, but Sima Qian did not allow anyone to step into his house, no matter how messy the house was, the servants of the Yun family were not allowed to go in and clean up.

Therefore, he sat in that pig's nest all day long, and was as happy as a fairy.

In the past, as long as there were books to read, it was supreme happiness for Sima Qian, but now there is a little change, he still likes books, but he prefers to write books.

Today, Sima Qian finally finished the book "The General Examination of the Surrendered City", sat in the pile of bamboo slips weighing hundreds of catties, touched it left, and looked at it again, the pride in his chest was almost overflowing from his chest.

"Have some drink?" Yun Lang stood in front of Sima Qian's window and said with a smile.

"Have some drink!" Sima Qian replied heavily.

Yun Lang looked at Sima Qian's sleeves and the ink marks on his chest and smiled: "Let's change our clothes, let's go to Changmen Palace." ”

"Want to recommend me to Gillian nobleman?"

"yes, it's time for you to come out and be an official."

Sima Qian looked at his messy house, shook his head resolutely, and said, "If you don't do it, I don't have time to be an official." ”

"The official of the paper maker." Yun Lang said lightly.

"There's already a secret recipe, isn't it?" Sima Qian stood up from the ground suddenly, but his legs were numb, and his body was about to fall to the ground as soon as he became weak, he grabbed the window lattice with both hands and asked eagerly.

"The secret recipe has come out, and now, it's time to start experimenting."

"Then let's stop drinking, let's hurry up and go to Nagato Palace, and it's a serious matter to make paper."

"Change your clothes!"

"What kind of clothes to change, Gillian nobles want people who can do things, not people who are cleanly dressed, and go to see Gillian nobles who are clean, people will doubt my ability to do things, this is the best, if it is not pleasing to the eye, you can reduce the time for chatting, I will start work early!"

Yun Lang felt that what Sima Qian said was very reasonable, so a noble marquis wearing a white fox fur opened the chai door leading to the Changmen Palace with a head like a bird's nest and a guy dressed in ink.

I have to say that the identity of the Hou Ye is really easy to use, at least, when he entered the Changmen Palace, there was a lot less noise.

In the past, the guard always had to chat with Yun Lang, but this time, the Xu official's waist was bent low and he didn't dare to look at Yun Lang.

A gold coin was bounced out by Yun Lang, and the gold coin crossed a beautiful arc in mid-air, and then landed accurately in the hand of the official.

"Dealing with you guys, you will have less money, you will mumble behind your back, if you give too much money, you will block the way for others to enter the Changmen Palace, and if you dare to pretend to be dead next time, you will have no money."

The official said with a smile: "The little one can only get an extra bite of meat for his wife and children to eat by relying on the rewards of the nobles, where do you dare to block the way, the Hou Ye said with a smile." ”

Yun Lang laughed, pointed to Sima Qian behind him and said: "In the future, this person will often come to Changmen Palace, he is a poor ghost, don't get in the way." ”

The official Xu glanced at Sima Qian carefully and nodded: "It's all Gaoshi, the little official doesn't dare!" ”

Yun Lang nodded, and then moved into the Changmen Palace with Sima.

Today's weather is very good, Dongfang Shuo is leading a group of servants, draining the water in the lotus pond.

Originally, this work should have been started after late autumn, but Gillian likes to watch the lotus leaves wither and the lotus canopy lonely on the water, so it has been delayed until now.

There are a lot of lotus roots in the pond, and some must be removed, otherwise in the next year, the lotus flowers will be too dense and the flower type will not be too large, which will affect the viewing.

A group of bare-bottomed servants stood in the cold mud with shovels and digging for lotus roots, and in the cold weather, their heads were sweating, but their bodies were blue from the cold.

Yun Lang picked up a lotus root from the ground, cleaned it on the edge of the sink, peeled it with a knife, took a bite and smiled at Dongfang Shuo: "The yield of this thing is also terrifying, if there is a farmer who specializes in planting lotus vegetables, the income is more than five times higher than that of growing grain." ”