In the scorching summer of July, the farmers have finished harvesting the wheat, and the heavy grain is piled up in the barn.

It is also piled up with the granaries of Qingcheng Town.

Mid-July.

The news of the establishment of the Longyou Chamber of Commerce was like a gust of wind, blowing throughout Qingshui County.

Most of the merchants in Qingshui County have joined this chamber of commerce, even if they are not merchants in the textile industry, but their black eyes can't see the silver, and when they see that there is money to be made here, they are like cats that smell fishy, and they all come over one after another.

However, the current Longyou Chamber of Commerce is still just a loose organization, and it is a step arranged by Ren Pingsheng in advance, and each business is more just exchanging news about the upstream and downstream of the textile industry in the Longyou Teahouse in Qingcheng Town.

In late July, the war in Yinshan County broke out brazenly, and under the fierce battles, both sides were killed!

Therefore, the battlefield did not even follow the rules to allow time for both sides to dispose of their own corpses, and a large-scale rebellion of living corpses broke out, and then the fighting on the Silver Mountain battlefield subsided somewhat.

The fortified city of Yinshan County was difficult to break, and it turned into a protracted war of attrition.

The news reached Qingcheng Town, causing a brief period of turmoil, and then under the continuous propaganda of the Propaganda Department of the town government, the situation was quickly stabilized.

The propaganda of this battlefield of public opinion has also tempered the team of the propaganda section, giving them specific experience in dealing with public opinion, rumors, and other issues.

"Is there any news coming from today?"

In the morning, Ruan Tang went to his favorite food stall and asked the store while waiting for the bean curd.

During this time, the clouds of war hung over the land, and she had been paying attention.

After the war is really approaching, it is related to everyone's net worth and life, and it is a frightening and real sense of oppression.

Even she, the traverser, was not immune.

"No, I don't."

The shop is a young couple. Although the war is already close at hand, the current environment of Qingcheng Town is stable and thriving under the guidance of the Propaganda Section, and they do not feel it deeply.

The husband couldn't help but glance at Ruan Tang secretly, and quietly dug up a small spoonful of sugar for her: "However, outside of our Qingcheng Town, many people can't stand the torture anymore and move their families south!" ”

"What's going on?"

Ruan Tang asked curiously.

"It is said that most of the grain that has just been cut down in the field has been snatched away by the county officials!

The rest of the grain, let alone eating until next year, will not even survive the winter! ”

The wife snatched the bean curd from her husband's hand and gave it to Ruan Tang and placed it on the small square table behind her.

Ruan Tang asked, "I can't live anymore, no one resists?" ”

"Whatever you resist, those errands are all going with soldiers, and those who dare to resist will be beaten badly and will get nothing.

Now, many people in Qingshui County, in order to avoid those jackals, tigers and leopards, many of them have taken refuge in our Qingcheng Town! ”

The wife said.

"Huh? Isn't Qingcheng Town also from Qingshui County? ”

Ruan Tang asked curiously.

The husband said proudly: "Our Qingcheng Town is different from other places, our Qingcheng Town has the mayor of Qingtian, and there are strong soldiers and strong regiments, and the county lord of Qingshui County does not dare to stretch out his hand to Qingcheng Town!"

Our Qingcheng Town not only does not levy excessively like other places, but also exempts all miscellaneous taxes except regular taxes. ”

Ruan Tang held the spoon and ate the sweet bean curd in the bowl, and suddenly became very curious about the mayor of Qingcheng.

"What's our mayor's name?"

"Hmm····· I don't know. ”

The couple both shook their heads.

"Oh."

Ruan Tang didn't think much about it.

When she was on Earth, she didn't know what the name of the mayor of her hometown was, and she didn't know the name of the county magistrate.

After eating and drinking, Ruan Tang returned to his small courtyard.

Now this small yard already belongs to her.

Ruan Tang, who sold the wall clock, has turned into a rich woman with more than eighty taels of silver in her hand, which makes her look forward to the future.

Pushing open the door, the yard was already full.

However, although there are many things, the classification is very clear, and all kinds of tools and materials are placed in a fixed place in a fixed place, obediently waiting for her to access them at any time.

"Aunt Zhao!"

She saw a woman with big shoulders and a round waist, sitting under the eaves, holding a cigarette pouch and smoking a dry tobacco. The appearance of swallowing clouds and spitting fog made a cloud of smoke float in the yard.

This is a domestic helper she hired a few days ago to help her do some hard work.

"Girl, you're back."

Aunt Zhao stood up, she knew that Ruan Tang didn't like the smell of smoke, so she hurriedly extinguished the cigarette pouch in her hand.

"Hmm."

Ruan Tang nodded, and then said, "You move the sand next to the furnace first, and burn the glass for a while."

I'll assemble the clock first and send it to the Hundred Trick Pavilion at the end of the month. ”

When the wall clock was sold to Baiqiao Pavilion before, after some bargaining, the store was very happy to give a hundred taels of silver, and promised to continue to buy Ruan Tang's wall clock at the price of one hundred taels of silver.

After several contacts, she felt that the people in Baiqiao Pavilion were very real, and the money was also very comfortable.

Once raw and twice cooked, and then making wall clocks is also a familiar road.

On the workbench, a beautifully carved wall clock was quickly assembled by her. According to the wall clock hanging on the wall of her house, the time was adjusted, the hands were fully wound, and the hands "clicked" to move, and after about ten minutes, she judged that the hands of the wall clock were very stable, and then she hung the new wall clock on the wall.

After a few days of calibration and no problems, it can be sent to Baiqiao Pavilion at the end of the month.

Then, Ruan Tang changed into clothes, put on a leather apron, put on gloves and went to the furnace, prepared silica sand, soda, lime and other raw materials, and began to open the blower with the help of Aunt Zhao, and fired glass in a high-temperature furnace.

She plans to replace all the window paper in her home with flat glass that can better light and keep warmer in winter.

After that, a workshop was built around the glass.

She thinks that transparent glass should be very marketable in this world.

"Aunt Zhao, in the afternoon, you go and buy me some copper. Go to the blacksmith shop again and buy some iron ingots. ”

While firing the glass, Ruan Tang did not forget to instruct Aunt Zhao.

"Okay girl."

Aunt Zhao nodded again and again.

"By the way, girl, there is a free play of the Qixin Club on the side of the middle street tonight, I heard that it is lively, can you go and watch it?"

Aunt Zhao asked.

"No, I still have work to do in the evening."

Ruan Tang shook his head and said.

In the busyness, the time of the day passed quickly, and Aunt Zhao looked at the pieces of crystal clear glass set up in the corner.

She was still shocked.

In this way, the ordinary sand was turned into a priceless glass like crystal by the girl's skillful hands!

"What a strange woman!"

When Aunt Zhao went out to leave, she was still sighing.

"Today, Miss Ruan made more than a dozen pieces of glass and bought more than 20 catties of copper ingots and iron ingots."

Aunt Zhao reported what she had seen and heard today to a young recorder, and she recorded the contents in a notebook.

(End of chapter)