Chen Wanrong was also happy to find a way to make money unexpectedly. The road was extremely light and brisk, as if he was walking on a hot wheel. He got home in less than half an hour.

I heard a bang from afar. I thought it was Chen Laoshi who cut wood by doing wooden jobs. I saw carefully that Chen Wang was washing clothes under the eaves. It was the sound of the wooden hammer in his hand hitting the clothes.

Seeing Chen Wanrong, Chen Wangshi quickly put down the wooden hammer in his hand, wiped his hands on the apron, and smiled and covered his face: "Wanrong, you are back!" His voice was filled with joy, and the mother's love for her son was all in it. She hadn't seen each other for almost two hours, as if she hadn't seen her for a year.

Chen Wanrong heard it in his ears and warmed his heart. He quickly walked over and felt distressed: "Mom, I'm back. Mom, it's such a cold day, how much clothes are you washing? Look at how frozen you are."

Chen Wang's face turned blue and his nose was running. Chen Wanrong's words were full of concern, which made her happy. A flower bloomed on her face: "You have to wash it even if you don't wash it, you won't have to wear it. Your father's clothes have been soaked for several days, and he had to wash it a few days ago. You have been sick..." He found out that he had lost his mouth and quickly changed the topic: "Wanrong, the fire in the stove is strong, hurry up and go simmer."

When the Tang Dynasty first came, the huge gap in life made Chen Wanrong difficult for a moment, so he was worried. Unexpectedly, it caused Chen Wang to be frozen. Chen Wanrong felt guilty. He thought that life was quite difficult for the people in the Tang Dynasty, and washing clothes was very troublesome. Without a washing machine, let alone the washing machine, even if it was packed with washing powder, it would be good.

Laundry detergent? Chen Wanrong nagged in secret, patted his head hard, made a bang, turned his head to see where he came from, and regretted why he didn't ask for anything from Li Qingquan when he saw him today? With the status he established in his mind today, as long as he asked for it, he would definitely give it to him.

This thing is of no use to Li Qingquan, but it is quite inappropriate. He hopes that someone will help him deal with it. This thing falls into my hands, and a little processing is another way to make money. It is not an exaggeration to say that I have not adapted to the life of the Tang Dynasty and am not familiar with the daily necessities of the Tang Dynasty. It is a small matter to make a joke about something embarrassing, and it is a big matter to miss the opportunity to make a fortune. This matter must be done quickly. Chen Wanrong secretly warned himself.

Chen Wang's right hand stretched out on Chen Wanrong's head and stroked it, complaining with pity: "Wanrong, why are you hitting yourself if you have something to do? Does it hurt? Don't beat me!"

I can't explain this to her. Chen Wanrong smiled and said, "Mom, I'm fine. Mom, hurry up and enter the house."

"Oh!" Chen Wang responded happily, followed Chen Wanrong into the house and closed the door.

The fire in the stove was burning vigorously, and he laughed happily. Chen Zhongshi sat beside the stove, spreading his hands and simmering vigorously. His old face was blushing like an orange peel, like a ripe apple.

"Wanrong, we're back! Put down the things and come over and simmer." Chen Laoshi twisted his body and did not stand up, as if the leader was giving instructions.

With a response, Chen Wanrong put down the things and moved the stool: "Mom, you can bake it for a while."

"I'm not cold, you simmer." Chen Wang's heart was warm and didn't feel cold: "Wanrong, did you buy some things?" He picked up the things, and the meat and ribs were explained by Chen honestly, and he was not surprised at all. Until he opened the oil paper and saw the alum inside, he smiled into a flower: "Wanrong, your father is a little coughing today. When you left, I forgot to ask you to buy some alum and come back, so you read it first. When did you care so much about the affairs at home?"

Alum is a composite salt of potassium sulfate and aluminum sulfate, also known as stone gallbladder, alum, potassium alum, potassium alum, potassium alum, potassium alum, potassium alum. Alum was naturally formed in the Tang Dynasty. It has the effect of drinking hot vinegar. It is as common as our current cough medicines. Usually, people use alum to treat coughs.

I bought alum to make reagents, which was a bit of a coincidence. Before Chen Wanrong could explain, Chen Laoshi stood up and said, "I'm a little cough, so I'll drink some." When I saw a large bag of alum clearly, my face suddenly changed: "Wanrong, what are you buying so many alums? I told you repeatedly that money needs to be saved, and you don't listen."

It's only a few cents to beat your chest. If you really spend 110 cents to buy two kilograms of candy, Chen Houshi will definitely hit the wall.

"I can't use it today, and there is one tomorrow. This thing needs to be used from time to time. Wouldn't it be good to keep it?" Chen Wang knew that Chen Wanrong had made it a little too much, so he couldn't finish it even if he bought a few kilograms of alum as a meal, so he would still protect him.

Chen Wanrong stood up, walked to the table, and explained: "Mom, I am useful for alum. It is used as a tanning agent, which is a tanning agent for leather tanning."

"You don't make leather, what's the use of making it? A waste of money." Chen Laoshi's face sank, like a dark cloud.

Chen Wanrong knew a tanning formula and sold it to Li Qingquan. Maybe he would make a profit. Chen Wanrong was full of confidence in this matter, but he didn't expect that when Chen Laoshi mentioned it, he was really a little hit. He couldn't explain this matter clearly for a while, so he would just wait until it was done.

In order to protect Chen Wanrong, Chen Wang stared at him and scolded: "You are still eating people? Wanrong is more sensible than you. Look, the salt at home is almost gone, so why didn't Wanrong buy it? It's not like you, you're asking you to buy it or not, you won't buy it until you eat mussels."

Salt is a raw material for preparing tanning agents. Unexpectedly, it was another achievement in Chen Wang's mouth. Chen Wanrong was deeply moved by her protection, as if he had returned to another world to care for his mother.

Chen Laoshi knew his fault and did not talk back: "I'll heat up the vinegar and drink some." He walked towards the door.

Mrs. Chen was very surprised: "Isn't it enough to pour the vinegar into the jar and simmer it by the stove? Where are you going?"

Chen Laoshi was disappointed and wanted to stay away from her, so he made an excuse: "I'll go out to get some firewood, so that you won't say you can only know how to eat and you can't help at all." He reached out to open the door, but before his hand touched the door, the door opened with a bang.

If he hadn't been avoiding quickly, the door panel would have hit his nose, and his face was tense, and he was very unhappy: "Who? I almost hit my nose with such a big force. It's a great honor! A great honor is back!" When he saw this beloved son who was placing hope, his displeasure disappeared, and his face was excited, as if the beggar had picked up a ingot.

Unfortunately, his happiness only existed for a moment, and he immediately looked surprised: "No matter how glorious, what are you going to do? Have you brought all the bedding back? You, you, don't you don't want to read it again, right?"

Chen Zairong was sixteen years old, but he was nearly 1.8 meters tall, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, square nose, and white skin. He was very handsome. His body was wide and strong like a cow. When he stood there, he was as unshakable as a wooden stake that had been penetrated into the soil.

He stood at the door wearing a thin yellow shirt, and the cold wind blew, and the shirt floated up. Chen Wanrong was wearing a jacket and felt cool when the cold wind blew. He was so thin but didn't feel cold at all. His body was not as good as it was surprisingly good!

He was carrying a three-foot long sword on his left waist, and the bright red silk squid was dancing in the cold wind. The scholar was holding a sword and was full of heroism. Chen Wanrong secretly praised him.

The martial arts style in the Tang Dynasty was prevalent, and the folk martial arts practice became popular. Scholars were proud of wearing swords. Therefore, the scholars in the Tang Dynasty were strong, not like those in the Ming and Qing dynasties, could not hold their hands, and could not carry them on their shoulders. They had no power to tie up chickens, but only had a mouth full of humble firewood.

Li Bai traveled out of Sichuan with his sword and traveled around the world. Chang'an fencing was a fencing story, which became a good story in Wenyuan. It was precisely because of the prevalence of martial arts in the Tang Dynasty. What is so surprising about Chen Zairong, a scholar who wore a sword?

Chen Zairong put down the bedding on his back and answered Chen Houshi very simply: "Dad, I won't read it anymore."

Chen Zhongshi's face suddenly turned pale and he staggered. If Chen Wanrong hadn't helped him hold him up, he would have fallen to the ground. He pointed at Chen Zairong, his mouth was trembling and he couldn't speak for a long time. He was surprised, angry, helpless, and despair all over his face.
Chapter completed!