Li Chengqian and Li Tai, the two people who were teased and wanted to die, were about to cry in anger in the end, and the others almost didn't say anything, but they couldn't hide their frustration. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The joke was almost over, and Wu Yuanqing took out the bad quality soap in the box of Zijuan and Xiao Feng, divided it into small pieces, and gave each student two pieces.

Even Li Chengqian and them are no exception, they are all of bad quality. Wu Yuanqing didn't want to make any difference in this.

Of course, Changle is an exception, after all, she is a girl, and she has a very good relationship with Wu Yuanqing.

Within two days, news began to circulate in the palace and in the noble circle about how good and rare the samurai's newly made soap was.

Like Fang Yi's love for his wife, Du He's wife was very frightened when she was at the lady's party, and others didn't mention it, they had to find an opportunity to bring up the topic, and then look up or stretch out their hands to let people see that the soap-washed skin was different, and the white was red.

Then sighed, it's a pity that the soap that my kid got back was only such a small piece, and he was reluctant to use it more, otherwise his skin could be better.

Then I began to enjoy the envious, jealous and hateful eyes of others.

The noblewomen who were stimulated began to go to the door of the martial arts, obviously looking for the Yang family to visit the door to chat, but secretly they actually wanted to inquire if there was anything else, whether they could ask for one or two yuan, and they really couldn't pay for it.

The ladies are moving, and the husbands of the ladies are not idle, and they are forced by their mother-in-law to find a samurai to have a relationship, the purpose is still to get a piece of soap.

The minister's family is like this, and Li Shimin in the palace is also noisy, either this concubine comes to talk about soap openly and secretly, or that Jieyu comes to knock on the side.

Just when the men with heads and faces in Chang'an were annoyed by a small piece of soap, Wu Yuanqing had already left the soap behind and started to work on other inventions.

Originally, I felt that it was hot, I sweated a lot, and the frequency of bathing in my family was also high, and then the bath beans I used before did not have a strong ability to remove pollution, and my skin was still dry after washing, and there was no fragrance.

Wu Yuanqing thought about making soap for his family, otherwise he wouldn't be too lazy to make any inventions.

I didn't expect that I had just made soap here and wanted to relax for a few days, and the shopkeeper at home came to the door, and it was Wei Xiaobao, the big shopkeeper, who came.

Wei Xiaobao This guy has a very keen sense of touch for the young master and is very business-minded, and in just a few years, he has been promoted from an intern in a martial arts shop to a big shopkeeper, and he has taken care of the shops around the martial arts family in an orderly manner, and his business is thriving.

Wei Xiaobao, who has a round nose and a round face, round eyes and round ears, is not good when he comes, and when he sees Wu Yuanqing, he does not say that he has not seen him for a long time, but he began to complain dissatisfied.

"Why do caravans buy so much wool, now that there is a backlog of so much wool that can't be sold, there is no way to trade on the grassland like this."

"How can wool not be sold, don't you let the caravan buy good wool?" Wu Yuanqing asked in surprise.

"According to your request, only the inner wool is purchased, and the outer wool is not wanted, but even if the inner wool is used, it cannot be sold." Wei Xiaobao said distressedly.

"Why can't it be sold, what reason" Wu Yuanqing wondered.

"It's useless to buy wool, since it's useless, who will buy it, and who will we sell it to." Wei Xiaobao said angrily.

"Rub, wool is useless, this is the first time I've heard of this. Wool is such a good thing, it can be used to make blankets and spin into wool, you tell me it's useless, how can you bully me for not reading. Wu Yuanqing said speechlessly.

"Brother, who bullied whom. It's the first time I've heard that wool can be spun into yarn. As for making blankets, when do you see Han people still making blankets? Wei Xiaobao felt speechless.

Listening to Wei Xiaobao's complaint, Wu Yuanqing understood a little, okay, he took it for granted, he wore sweaters in later generations, and thought that those with wool would definitely spin wool, and since Datang could spin hemp to make hemp at this time, it was impossible for no one to spin wool.

But if you think about it carefully, it seems that China has never seen anyone wear any sweaters or anything like that, and it seems that sweaters have only appeared since the twentieth century, and before the twentieth century, no dynasty or nation has ever worn sweaters or woven clothes made of wool.

The Han people were either silk or linen, and later there were cotton clothes after they had cotton.

The ethnic minorities in the north also wear clothes made of either cowhide and sheepskin, or clothes made of cloth bought or looted from the Central Plains.

It seems that the only items you can see are wool and other daily necessities made of hair, such as thick blankets.

Thinking about it deeply, Wu Yuanqing remembered that when he fought the Turks, he really didn't see any clothes worn by the Turks.

At most, I saw that the rope they used was made of wool, and it was all uneven in thickness, and it was rough enough to look at.

However, Wu Yuanqing still asked Wei Xiaobao again for verification: "Is there really no yarn spinning?" ”

"No" Wei Xiaobao shook his head affirmatively: "If wool can be spun, then the people on the grassland will not be poor like that." In addition to raising cattle and sheep and selling skins to make some money, if Datang does not open the border market, they can't even sell meat. ”

"Damn, I thought I could make a lot of money by buying wool, but now it seems that this is a loss-making business." Wu Yuanqing said angrily.

"Otherwise, do you think that if the wool is worth it, it will be for Manager Li to let us buy so much. Don't you see, when we said that we were going to collect wool, Mr. Li managed how happy they were. Wei Xiaobao complained.

"Damn, a group of old foxes know that they are worthless and still sell them to us, this is a clear pit man. No, the master can't suffer this loss. Don't you spin wool into wool, it's not like I haven't seen how to get it. Wu Yuanqing muttered hatefully.

"I'll go, you still have the ability to spin wool into thread," Wei Xiaobao asked in surprise with round eyes.

"Joke, what is this, brother, I will knit wool into sweaters." Wu Yuanqing said proudly.

He is indeed something to be proud of, there are a few men who can knit sweaters, let alone men like him who step on the tail of the post-80s in later generations.

But this thing is actually a sad story, that year Wu Yuanqing was still a little doll, and it was popular to wear sweaters in society, because there was no such thing as thermal underwear at that time, and then the cotton clothes were too thick to wear, and the grandmother and mother at home would knit sweaters, and they were fine on weekdays, and they knitted sweaters when they were idle. Then wear a sweater in winter. In the second year, you start knitting new sweaters, or you can dismantle the old sweaters and replace them with new patterns.

Anyway, I knit sweaters when I am idle, and Wu Yuanqing doesn't have any toys to play with, and then my grandmother and mother are very strict, so I can only gather around them to watch them knit sweaters. From time to time, I used a sweater needle to make a thread ball to knit and play, and after going back and forth, a little boy actually learned to knit a sweater, and he knew a lot of stitches.

When the little boy grows up, he will become a big man who can knit sweaters.