Tang Jian and his party rested in the Xu family's guest house for two days, then set off south again. Tang Jian himself did not ask Luo Yong for the method of firing this earthen cement, and Luo Yong had no intention of taking the initiative to offer it.

Before leaving, Luo Yong brought Tang Jian a set of cashmere sweaters and pants. Yan Shi asked the village girl to work together to make it in the past two days, and then gave him and his followers some cashmere socks, peony cushions, oil paper umbrellas and other items.

"The wilderness village, there is really nothing to show off. I hope Mr. Tang and all the gentlemen don't dislike him." Luo Sanlang bowed his hand and said to Tang Jian and others.

"Don't dislike it, don't dislike it." Tang Jian was playing with a folding umbrella in his hand, opened it and closed it, which was so heartless.

What is the exquisite thing about this umbrella? The blue oil cloth umbrella surface is the best silk cloth. Compared with those oil paper umbrellas, it is obviously up to the next level. In addition, this umbrella can be as big as an ordinary oil paper umbrella when opened. After closing, it is only the length of the forearm. Then tidy up the umbrella leaves and tied them with a thin rope, it looks only the thickness of a child's arm, which is really exquisite.

Seeing that the other party was satisfied, Luo Yong was relieved. Although he did not want to make friends with Tang Jian, he did not want to leave any disgust to the other party.

After seeing off Tang Jian and his party, Xu Erlang asked Luo Yong: "Master, do we need to make more folding umbrellas in the near future?"

"Don't be busy with this, just focus on agriculture. If you have spare energy, burn more soil and cement." Luo Yong shook his head and said.

"If it were usual, it would take so long to be unworthy that this folding umbrella would become popular in Chang'an City." What kind of person was Tang Jian? He took the umbrella back to Chang'an City. Once he used it, someone would soon follow him.

Xu Erlang didn't want to miss this good opportunity to make money in vain. It was September, and it was soon winter after the autumn harvest. The Xu family's guest house was about to usher in a few months off-season. Since there was this business opportunity, he naturally wanted to make more money.

"Duke Tang may not keep that umbrella for himself." Luo Yong smiled and shook his head.

"Master said that he might offer that umbrella to the saint?" If Luo Yong didn't say that, Xu Erlang didn't expect this.

"Who knows?" No one can tell such a thing, and Luo Yong also knows very little about Tang Jian.

If we only talk about the current social situation, although there is a saying that all the world is the king's land at this time, many famous families are still very noble nowadays, and many people even look down on the origins of the Li family father and son, believing that they are not real nobles.

In the feudal dynasty, a minister who performs official duties outside and gets something new on the way, needless to say, he must give it to His Majesty. If he cannot reach His Majesty, he will settle for the second best choice, a prince, a concubine, or even a relative of his own, or his immediate boss. However, at this time of the Tang Dynasty, the situation was a bit different.

At this time in the early Tang Dynasty, there was a strong Wei and Jin style in society, and everyone was more shameful, and flattering and playing with horses has not yet become a social trend.

At this time, many people valued reputation more than real material benefits. If you don’t mention it, just talk about Wei Zheng. Whenever he wrote advice to the emperor, he would copy another copy to the history museum and ask them to write these words in the history books. He heard that Li Shimin was so angry when he learned about this.

But no matter what, it is still much better to be shameless than to be shameless.

This is the current social atmosphere. Whether it is civilians or nobles, everyone values ​​their reputations very much. Almost everyone has a sense of pride. Among them, the one who impressed Luo Yong the most was a censor named Liu Fan.

The cause of the incident was that King Li Ke of Wu, a son of Li Shimin. This guy liked to hunt on horseback and trampled on crops in the people's fields, so Liu Fan impeached him in the court.

Li Shimin protected his cubs, and he said, "Quan Wanji assisted my son, but he could not make him behave properly. He was guilty and he deserved to die."

When Liu Fan heard this, he immediately retorted him: "Fang Xuanling assisted you, but you will stop hunting even if you see you."

The emperor was very angry, but he didn't do anything to Liu Fan on the spot.

So, although it is indeed a feudal society at present, it is still somewhat different from the feudal society behind it.

Those clans are indeed an extremely unfair existence for some civilians who want to make a name for themselves, but it has to be admitted that many of the people here are indeed backbone and graceful.

In this environment, it is hard to say whether Tang Jian would present the umbrella to His Majesty the Emperor.

Many dynasties in later generations, and even until the 21st century, were taken for granted by people, but at this moment, this may not be the case.

Xu Erlang stumbled on his stubble and thought to himself that if Tang Jian really presented the umbrella to His Majesty the Emperor, a few days later, they made a lot of folding umbrellas to sell in Chang'an City, causing all the old and young men from wealthy families to get a hand in hand. This... seems to be a bit inappropriate.

Forget it, let's burn more earth cement.

Although his master has not said anything yet, many villagers in Xipo Village have begun to discuss road construction. If a cement road leading to the county town can be built this winter, it will be much easier to sell the tender tofu in their village in the future, and the transportation cost will be greatly reduced.

If this matter is decided, they will use a lot of earth cement this winter. Even if the business of Xu Jiakesan enters the off-season, their brothers and others will still have some income when working in the cement workshop together.

As for the work in the field, they recently found a lot of helpers from the city at a wage of two cents a day and paid two meals, so they could save a lot of money themselves.

I was originally worried that my master would blame them for being lazy, but I didn't expect that Luo Yong would still support this matter after learning about it, and even said that some money was spent.

However, these disciples have been used to being frugal since childhood. This time, if they weren't for too much work, they wouldn't be willing to spend money to hire people.

Although they still can't understand the master's teachings for a while, they all listen carefully. Many times, what the master said often takes a long time before they can truly understand the truth. Therefore, the master's words are always right, even if they still cannot accept them for a while.

These disciples are a little blind in their trust in Luo Yong, and Luo Yong himself knows this.

In the past, Luo Yong did not like to be trusted in this way. He always felt that once he accepted such wholehearted trust, he would be responsible for the other party's trust. He did not think he could bear such responsibility, nor did he have any intention in this regard.

After all, it is a little different. Luo Yong can now accept such trust calmly, draw strength from these trusts, and accordingly, bear their expectations and dependence on themselves.

Whether it is giving or asking for it, it requires courage. Luo Yong is still in the learning stage.

After being delayed by Tang Jian and others, two days passed. On the sheep pen, Luo Yong's disciples were about to harvest rice this day, and the autumn harvest work in the village was also in full swing. Luo Yong calculated that he would start building a threshing machine at this time. He should not be able to catch up. So he might as well talk about it next year.

The corn on Chang'an City is almost time to mature. At this critical moment, it is not harmful to be a little low-key.

The harvest of those Chameng rice was pretty good, but it was still very different from the golden rice fields covered with heavy rice ears that Luo Yong had seen in later generations.

At this time, under normal circumstances, a mu of land produces only about 200 kilograms of grain, which is nothing compared to the rice fields that are often over 1,000 kilograms in later generations. The rice ears are sparse and the rice grains are not full, and they look like a barren atmosphere.

"I didn't expect that this rice could be planted." Luo Yong's disciples were very happy.

Rice is very expensive in Lishi County. It has no local production and has always been transported from the south. At this time, they planted the rice themselves. How could they be unhappy?

"The yield is not as good as millet." Du Gou said regretfully. The millet mentioned by the locals refer to corn that has not yet been hulled.

In this era where filling your stomach is the main goal, yield is naturally the most important. This Chameng rice has high promotion value in the southern mountainous areas. It can be planted in dry land, with a short growth cycle and can be planted for two seasons a year.

But if you change to the north, you will definitely not be able to plant it in a place like Xipo Village for two seasons. I don’t know if it is because of the insufficient temperature or why, and the yield is not too high. In this way, there will naturally be no promotional value.

"The rice you grow by yourself is more affordable than what you buy from outside." Luo Yong is already very satisfied with being able to grow rice. In this era, the north did not produce rice at all. In the later years, the people there were still living a life of fishing and hunting.

Without a threshing machine, after these rice were cut, everyone would thresh in threshing barrels.

This threshing barrel is a square wooden barrel with a large opening on the top and a small bottom on the bottom, about half a person high. When threshing, he carried the threshing barrel to the field. Several people surrounded him, holding the stalks in his hands, slapped the four sides of the threshing barrel, and slapped the rice grains. If there are still not clean, he must start to pick them up.

Although Luo Yong also works on weekdays, he is still incomparable to his disciples. After harvesting the rice for a while, his hands were pierced by the thorns on the rice grains.

Fortunately, there were not many rice. Du Gou brought not many seeds at the beginning, and he was planted by Luo Yong for several disciples. Although he was carefully taken care of, he ended up with less than sixteen dou of rice.

When these disciples rented Luo Yong's land, the rent agreed in the contract was 30% of the harvest, which is also the current general market.

However, based on this 30% rent, many owners will add some miscellaneous charges, and some people will even force the tenant to be private slaves. Compared to this, Luo is much better here.

The situation of these rice this year is a bit special because the seeds of these rice are quite precious and are provided by Luo Yong. In this case, it is naturally impossible to divide them according to 37.

Luo Yong's disciples only left a small amount of rice as the grain for the coming year, and most of the remaining ones were given to Luo Yong.

Originally, according to their intention, it would be great if they could leave half a bucket of seeds, but Luo Yong asked them to keep a bucket of them, and one of them planted the best ones. Luo Yong also gave some more. There were five families in total, and more than five buckets were gone. In this way, the last thing that came to Luo Yong was left was a load of rice.

This golden duct of rice made the children in the family very happy. Once upon a time, my brother asked someone to buy rice from the county town, and he only bought a few liters or two of rice porridge at a time, which was enough to make a meal of rice porridge. This time, he got this full duct of rice. How could he be unhappy?

After the rice was dried, it was packed in two large jars in the house. On the first day, Luo Yong took out half a bucket of ointment, placed it in a stone mortar, and pounded it carefully. That night, a pot of fragrant white rice was cooked.

The sweet fragrance of white rice spread all over the yard, making the children in the family linger around the stove, making Luo Yong a little funny.

Half a dou of rice said it was much smaller, but it couldn't resist the large population of their family. In the end, they divided the rice. Each person only got a big bowl. He wanted to add a second bowl, but there was no more. If he was not full, he had to eat one or two mixed noodles.

On this side, the brother and sister buried their heads in their meals. On the other side, outside the Luo family yard, next to the side wall, two new rooms were set up a few days ago. Zheng took her little daughter to live in the one in front.

The mother and daughter were having a meal at this time. There were two bowls of white rice, a plate of fried pickles with oil residue, and a large bowl of reed with soup on the kang table.

The little girl started swallowing her saliva just now when the fragrance of food came out of the Luo family yard. At this time, she could no longer hold back. She had already arranged the food, picked up the rice bowl and ate it into her mouth.

Zheng smiled and didn't say anything about her. She didn't eat the bowl of rice herself, but took a piece of mixed noodles from a basket on the kang and ate it.

"My grandma, why don't you eat rice? Such a big bowl, I'll eat one bowl enough." The little girl purred and swallowed the rice in her mouth and said to her, with some excited expression on her face.

Luo Sanlang and the others were so good. She was originally worried that the rice and the mother and daughter might not be able to eat today. Unexpectedly, they made them two large bowls of open stone pottery bowls, which were so big that they were all so popular.

"You eat it." Zheng said to her with a smile. She held the mixed bread in one hand and the chopsticks in the other hand and picked up some reeds to eat.

"But you want to keep it for my sister and the others?" The little girl was not stupid either. She noticed that her mother had slowly started to save food recently.

A few days ago, a Dinghu man told them that her little brother had also gone to the city gate to inquire about the mother and daughter of the people in Xipo Village. The boy was also idle. When Grandma Yu came last time, Grandma had already sent someone to send a message back, telling them that she had settled down here and asked the siblings to stay at home and not run around outside.

After that, my mother started to save food. The little girl felt that with the amount of food given by the Luo family now, she could save at least half of each meal for her sister and the others. But her mother stopped her and told her to eat well. If she was hungry and had a pale face and thin skin, people would think that the master had treated them harshly.

So these days passed, the mother and daughter saved some of the most resistant and mixed breads, and did not rush to take them back to their homes.

Today, when Zheng saw these two bowls of snow-white and fragrant rice, he couldn't help but feel it.

After learning about her mother's plan, the little girl reluctantly put down her rice bowl, pushed it aside, and then took a mixed bread to eat.

Zheng didn't stop her. She smiled and touched her daughter's cheeks. The little girl smiled at her with a good look on her face.

The mother and daughter ate some mixed bread with a bowl of reeds. Then Zheng took out a piece of oil paper from a slightly rough wooden cabinet at the end of the kang, gestured with their hands a few times, and finally cut three pieces of oil paper of the same size, and the rest were still stored in the cabinet.

The two of them wrapped the fried pickles on the kang table, which had not been moved much, in rice, wrapped them with oil paper, pinched them a little, and put them in the same basket as the few miscellaneous cakes that they had saved in the past few days...

The next day, at noon.

"Sister! Brother! Look at what my mother has brought to us!" A little boy, seven or eight years old, walked through the alley in his hand and rushed into his yard.

"What did my mother bring to us?" A thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl came out of the main hall.

"Guess?" the boy giggled and walked into the room with a basket.

"How can I guess?" When the girl heard that she brought something to them, the little girl was very happy. She reached out and pounded her aching shoulder, and turned around and went back to the room.

"Brother, guess?" The boy was obviously very happy.

"I can't guess." On the kang in the main room, there was a boy sitting at the table and cutting a small piece of bamboo. Since his aunt went to Xipo Village, the three of them have been making bamboo chains at home to make money.

"I know you can't guess it." The boy couldn't help it at this time. He didn't delay any longer. He lifted the veil and took out three rice balls wrapped in greased paper from it. The three of them all divided one.

When I opened the layer of oil paper wrapped outside, revealing the white rice grains inside, the two older children in the room were also surprised.

Although they had heard of Luo Sanlang's reputation, the Zheng family and his daughter went to raise pigs for others. They thought that they would suffer some hardships there, but they didn't expect that they could have such good food.
To be continued...