The autumn wind is bleak, and the grass and trees shake the frost. The weather has been getting cooler by the day.

In Luo Xiaoqiao's workshop, a lot of calico came out, and she and Luo Xiaoni both wore new clothes.

The cardigan inside and the printed cloth coat on the outside are elegant and generous, and they don't look bloated at all.

Not to mention that it is extremely conspicuous among the dusty villagers, even walking on the streets of Xingcheng, I received many side glances from young ladies.

Miss Qin was walking towards the middle of the street surrounded by maids, and saw Luo Xiaoqiao from a distance: "Xiao Cui'er, what is that girl wearing?" ”

Xiaocui raised her head and carefully identified it: "Miss Hui, it seems to be an ordinary cotton clothes, but the slave maid has never seen any fabric store with any kind of material, I think it is a new product from outside."

"You go and ask", Miss Qin found a teahouse and sat down, waiting for the maid to reply.

Xiao Cui soon came back with a smile: "Miss, guess what? ”

Miss Qin smiled faintly, and her voice like a silver bell sounded: "You little girl, what else can you do?" Asked you to inquire about it, but you asked about me? ”

"Oh, my young lady, don't you always say that your clothes are not brilliant? Now there's a way. "The little girl sold a good girl.

"What's the solution, you should hurry up", the pomegranate next to her urged her, "Didn't you see Miss waiting?" ”

"Miss, that's the case, that little girl is from the Wang family's fabric shop, and she is going to deliver the goods, do you see the men behind them? That bag is full of fabric," Xiao Cui was a little excited.

Pomegranate pouted and didn't go to his heart: "What good material can the Wang family have?" Isn't it just those old guys? It's the same every year, and there's nothing new at all."

"It's really not, Sister Pomegranate, I quietly lifted the furoshiki and looked at it, it was all patterns I had never seen before, so good-looking. It looks better than what the girl was wearing. ”

"Really?" Miss Qin couldn't help but stand up, her daughter loves pretty, she has just reached the age of almost Yanyan, and she likes beautiful colors even more, "Let's go, go over and take a look." ”

When Miss Qin and her party arrived, Luo Xiaoqiao had already completed the handover with the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper was hanging one dress after another on the shelf, using the coat hook produced by Luo Xiaoqiao's workshop.

Even in order to show off the appearance of the sweater, Luo Xiaoqiao also brought several wooden model hangers.

The cardigan was put on it, looking like a young girl from a distance, tender yellow, light green, crimson red, and each piece was woven with flowers and leaves that could not be named, Miss Qin's eyes were about to widen.

"Shopkeeper, how do you sell this?" Miss Qin didn't care about the girl to help her speak, so she took the lead in asking.

"Which one do you have your eye on, young lady? You can try it on first, and then we'll talk about the price when you're ready. There's a half-length mirror over there, so you'll see for yourself."

The shopkeeper learned Luo Xiaoqiao's concept of selling clothes in modern times.

As soon as she said this, Miss Qin hesitated.

"Miss, don't worry, the inner rooms are full of women greeting you, and there are wooden cubicles, you can try it at will", the shopkeeper was afraid that she would worry, so he added.

Miss Qin was a little unable to let go at first, hesitated for a long time, and picked up a bright yellow turtleneck woolen sweater, this dress is a little strange, she has never worn it yet, but the model looks so beautiful in it, and it is still warm to use.

Without the urging of the maid, Miss Qin went into the room to change by herself.

After a while, the curtain opened, and the maids' eyes suddenly lit up: "Miss, this dress is too suitable."

There is no need for the maids to say, Miss Qin herself has been in front of the mirror, turning over and over for a long time, and she is beautiful.

Before she could ask the price, the curtain was lifted outside the door, and another person came in, with a round face and a blessed appearance.

"Qin Baolian, what are you wearing?" Someone came babbling and said that they were going to pull her clothes when they came up.

Miss Qin hurriedly stopped: "Cai Qinqin, let me go, don't break my clothes." ”

"Shopkeeper, do you still have that set on her? I want it too", Cai Qinqin shouted at the shopkeeper.

While still not raising his head, he continued to be in the other clothes: "What kind of clothes are these, why are they so strange." ”

While muttering, he put on his body.

Over there, Miss Qin also changed out of her woolen sweater, reluctant to rub it: "Shopkeeper, bring me all those colors."

…

After a while, the store was rarely booming.

The young lady who walked out had already changed out of her bloated jacket, put a woolen sweater on her body, and added a cover, and the girl's figure appeared, not at all as bloated as in the autumn and winter of the past.

The effect of models is huge, the aunts of wealthy families want to compete for favor, and the main house of the family wants to be brilliant, and they all rush to come and buy it.

Not to mention the woolen sweater, after wearing it, it is a thin piece, which is very warm to protect from the wind and cold.

The woolen sweater that Luo Xiaoqiao sent last time, although it was not dyed, was made relatively loose, suitable for the old man's figure, and was also brought back to the ancestors by some children and grandchildren.

Wang Sanhai and Wang Jinqiao looked at the black face of the Hong family's shopkeeper across the road, and looked at each other, feeling extremely happy.

It's a pity that the output hasn't come up yet, and it's hard to find anything.

On the way back, Luo Xiaoqiao was still sitting in the ox cart of the village chief's house.

She likes to listen to the chatter of the people in the village, discussing the lively energy of the parents, a feeling full of life.

The ox cart passed through the middle of the market, and in the past, the square where Luo Zhiping and them were looking for work was crowded with people, old and young, and it looked several times more than usual.

The clothes are not very good, and the face is yellow and thin.

"Grandpa the village chief, look, what day is it? Why is there so many people all of a sudden?", Luo Xiaoqiao was a little puzzled.

After Luo Jinrong took a puff of the big cigarette pouch, he spit out a puff of smoke, his face was hidden behind the smoke, and he couldn't distinguish his expression.

"They're all miserable," he said sullenly.

"What's going on?" Luo Xiaoqiao was a little curious.

"Little Joe, did you forget? Isn't it like that every year? Every time I pay my taxes, there are always some people who can't get by, and they come out to try their luck and find work. Aunt Huang thumped her legs.

"Speaking of which, your family almost walked on this road back then, and the Dashan family was righteous...", Aunt Huang didn't say anything about it, and she didn't want to mention it anymore.

Luo Xiaoqiao was a little dumbfounded, she really didn't remember.

Looking at the appearance of the villagers, they are not surprised.

"Grandpa the village chief, tell me about it", Luo Xiaoqiao felt that it was necessary to figure it out.

"If you want to listen, I'll tell you"

Luo Jinrong knocked the cigarette pouch pot on the sole of his shoe and said heavily.

"Our northern land, which fights every year, has a pitiful small population. King Jing sympathized with the people, and in order to let the people have something to eat, he encouraged everyone to open up the wasteland, and also allocated fields to each household."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Luo Xiaoqiao asked suspiciously.

"It's a good thing, but you also know that if we rely on manpower to open up the wasteland, how can we get back the seed money?" Luo Jinrong said.

"Yes, Xiao Qiao, our village is settled, some poor families don't even have enough farm tools, why open up the wasteland", Aunt Huang continued to interject.

"We didn't know when we were in charge, I thought that we had a lot of strength, and the land didn't charge much money, so we also opened up the wasteland, raised the land for four or five years, and finally cultivated good land", Mrs. Huang breathed.

"And then", Luo Xiaoqiao asked, she seemed to have a hunch.

"And then? No tax is paid for five years on wasteland, and land tax is collected after five years. Let's just plant some beans and wheat, and after paying the taxes, it will only be enough for the family to save money. ”

Aunt Huang said: "In the fifth year, there was a natural disaster again, and the harvest was not good, so I could only borrow silver to offset taxes, and I had to give the fields to large families. Now there are only three acres of land left in my house, alas~"

Luo Xiaoqiao understood.

Luo Jinrong complained, and he couldn't help it: "You see that these people on the set, eighty percent of them have sold their grain, and the seeds are gone, what will they plant next year?" Even if there is still a little left, when it is planted on the ground, what will be confiscated and what will be eaten during the seedling season? ”

Luo Xiaoqiao was a little surprised.

"Every year, when the poor end up selling out of food, they have to sell their land, and they become tenant farmers themselves, renting the land of the landlord's family." Luo Jinrong said.

Luo Xiaoqiao frowned a little, feudal society, land annexation, the lives of the poor!

Isn't that what history is all about?

When the peasants had no money, they borrowed money from the landlords, who took the opportunity to collect the land, and the peasants became tenant farmers and were exploited for generations.

When the peasants can't stand it, they will rebel, and then there will be a new round of peasant uprisings, a new round of land distribution, one cycle after another...