Why can silk challenge the status of cotton, or even replace it?

Simple, comfort!

Silk is definitely the most skin-friendly of all fabrics, especially in summer, cotton cloth is inevitably hot to wear, but silk is cold and comfortable!

In comparison, which is better and which is inferior, you can see at a glance.

Also, the silk is thin enough!

It's not an exaggeration to call it as thin as a cicada's wings!

Gu Beichuan vaguely remembered that during the Tang Dynasty, there were barbarian leaders who entered Chang'an and met with Tang officials.

Through the five layers of silk, a black mole on the official's chest can still be clearly seen!

This history fully expounds the thinness of silk! and the superb craftsmanship of Datang silk.

It is no wonder that although the Silk Road began in the Han Dynasty, it flourished at its peak in the Tang Dynasty.

And after the silk was produced, Gu Beichuan thought about handing it over to Shen Gui to sell.

After all, Shen Ji Buxing will have the surname Gu sooner or later.

If you don't give some sweetness in advance, it will seem that I Gu someone has taken it by force.

Bang bang bang.

Just as Gu Beichuan's thoughts were flying, a rhythmic knock sounded on the door.

Xiu'er frowned and muttered, "It's so late, who else will come?" ”

Gu Beichuan also stopped writing and stood up.

He instinctively felt that the person who came was extraordinary.

When Xiu'er saw her young master's appearance, she stayed in place for a while, not daring to move.

Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!

Seeing that no one opened the door, the knock on the door became more intense.

If you don't open the door, I'll break in.

Gu Beichuan frowned, picked up the wooden chair, and motioned Xiu'er to open the door with his eyes.

Xiu'er swallowed apprehensively, stepped forward, and reached for the doorknob.

Gu Beichuan, who was carrying a wooden chair, nodded, and the next moment, the door burst open.

A bitter and vengeful monk came into Xiu'er's eyes.

This man... It's so strange, it's clear that we've never met, why is it so familiar? Xiu'er thought.

"Amitabha..." The middle-aged monk's lips open and close, chanting the Buddha's name.

I was only halfway through the recitation when I saw a whistling sound coming from my ears.

It was Gu Beichuan who had enough strength to smash the chair!

According to his understanding, how can this black light blind and trespass into people's houses without permission?

Naturally, it is necessary to subdue it first.

However, just when the wooden chair in Gu Beichuan's hand was about to hit the target.

A burst of qi burst out from the monk's body!

The gang qi swept in a spiral, setting off a gust of wind.

In that wind, the wooden chairs decomposed, shattered, and eventually became sawdust, scattered and scattered.

After everything was over, the Gang Qi returned to the body, and the monk recited a Buddha name with kind eyes:

"Amitabha."

Gu Beichuan looked at the chair with only the handle left in his hand, and was a little dazed for a while.

Should he bow his head and shout for a hero to spare his life?

But fortunately, the monk did not embarrass Beichuan.

It's just that what he said made the two of them dumbfounded.

I saw that the monk trembled all over, tears seemed to flicker in the corners of his eyes, and his tone was excited:

"Xiu'er, my father has come to pick you up."

Rumble!

Gu Beichuan only felt that his three views were about to be blown apart.

Looking back, sure enough, Xiu'er's mouth opened slightly, her eyes widened, and she looked stunned.

So he swallowed his saliva and said apprehensively, "This... Senior, did you recognize the wrong person? ”

Hearing this, the monk shook his head excitedly and said, "How can you be mistaken? ”

"Xiu'er is my child with Qixiu, her name, appearance, poor monk will never forget."

"But... But Master, you are a monk. ”

"In these years, can monks also get married at funerals?"

"A few years ago, the poor monk lived a secular life."

"But... Xiu'er urinated in Jiangnan Gu Mansion, I watched it grow up. ”

Xiu'er, as Gu Beichuan's personal maid, was personally selected by Gu Jun, and her life experience must be found out.

So Gu Beichuan still remembers that Xiu'er's biological father's name is Ji Yanghuai, and her mother's name is Jiang Taoying.

A family of three was originally refugees from the north and fled to Jiangnan.

It was also Gu Jun's kindness, and he took pity on them, so he recruited them all into the Gu Mansion.

It's just that Ji Yanghuai and Jiang Taoying died not long after they died because they suffered too much hunger and too many injuries on the way to escape.

There is only one Xiao Jixiu left, who stays in the Gu Mansion and grows up slowly.

It stands to reason that if a domestic servant dies, the master's family is not obliged to be buried, and your own children have to pay for digging a grave and erecting a monument, otherwise I am afraid that it will inevitably lead to a violent corpse in the wilderness.

But Ji Yanghuai and Jiang Taoying didn't work for long, and they hadn't been able to save the silver money for the coffin. Xiao Ji Xiu is a child, and he has no money.

Later, Gu Beichuan, who was still a teenager, heard about this and stole a large amount of money from the Gu family's account room to bury Xiao Jixiu's parents.

In fact, Gu Beichuan stole a lot of money back then, and only a small part was given to Xiao Jixiu.

Most of them were taken to gamble.

But even so, Xiao Jixiu will never forget the young master of that day.

It was also from that day that Xiu'er became Gu Beichuan's personal maid.

No matter what outsiders say about the young master, in her heart, Gu Beichuan has always been a very good young master.

So, how did Xiu'er come up with a father out of thin air now?

Isn't it Ji Yanghuai's corpse?

"Have you ever known Ji Yanghuai, Jiang Taoying and his wife?"

When the monk heard this, he was even more excited: "It's the younger brother and the younger sister-in-law, where are the two of them now, are they okay?" ”

Hearing this, Gu Beichuan was silent.

After a long time, I couldn't stand it by the monk, but I finally told the truth.

didn't think about it, but after hearing this, the bitter monk suddenly burst into tears.

He muttered to himself: "Yang Huai, Yang Huai, it was the eldest brother who hurt you." ”

Then he explained to Gu Beichuan: "My brother-in-law has a lack of body and can't have children. ”

"I encountered a big disaster back then, so I entrusted Xiu'er to my second brother."

"I didn't think they would die on the way to escape."

After hearing this, Gu Beichuan was also embarrassed.

This world.

Don't look at the great cadres in the past few years under the governance of Emperor Renxuan, but more than ten years ago, it was very chaotic!

Robbers and bandits emerge in an endless stream, and the poor people can't survive, so they can only rebel.

In those years, Gu Jun was also worried, frowning all day long.

Everyone is speculating whether Da Qian's gas is exhausted.

It's time for this family to change hands.

After all, it's been 300 years! It's time for the dynasty's luck to run out.

But who would have thought that the first emperor died and Emperor Renxuan ascended the throne!

He first emptied the treasury for disaster relief, and then issued a series of government decrees, and even made private visits to ensure that the food for disaster relief could reach the people.

Later, the champion Hou and the king of Zhenbei were born one after another.

Suppressed all the rebellions in Daqian.

This has ushered in today's rare prosperity!

So when the monk said that he knew Ji Yanghuai and Jiang Taoying, Gu Beichuan was basically sure that he was not lying.

Besides, judging from the performance of this monk just now.

How many are first-class masters in the rivers and lakes, and to kill the two of them, isn't it like killing a chicken?

Is it really evil, can you afford to spend so much time?

Wouldn't it be easier to kill something directly?

Since this is someone's family matter, Gu Beichuan no longer mixes in, retreats silently, and leaves the space to the father and daughter who have reunited after a long absence.