Lingluohu, as the name suggests, is a family of craftsmen who specialize in picking mulberry, planting hemp, spinning and making clothes.
Both men and women of this type of family are engaged in this work. Compared with the ordinary kebab women weaving and making burlap, they specialize in making high-end silk and satin for the enjoyment of the owner's family.
When Zhou Xingcai mentioned this, he suddenly thought of something and slapped his forehead: "Oh, it was my negligence and I was called to tailor a spring shirt for the lady!"
Gongsun Yan and the others broke out of Yi Jing empty-handed. When they were in Xiangguan, their uncle Sun Da and her aunt Qian prepared two boxes of clothes and jewelry for her.
When she arrived at Lingzhi City, her master's family also prepared some for her, but compared to the ladies of the aristocratic families at that time, her few boxes of clothes were really shabby.
Just thinking about this, Zhou Xing suddenly slapped his forehead and secretly regretted that he had neglected here.
Over the years, Mrs. Xuan has always come to Lone Bamboo Manor as if she were at the master's house, asking for clothes to be made, and every time she had to leave, she would take a few more boxes of clothes with her.
There’s no reason why Lady Yan, the real owner of the manor, can’t compare to that Pheasant outside?
Since the incident of the tribe gathering, it became known that Gongsun Xuan was behind the poisonous plan, and Gongsun Xuan was further downgraded from an ignorant guest to the level of a pheasant in the eyes of the steward Zhou Xing.
Zhou Xing became angry when he thought of Gongsun Xuanfei's domineering virtues and when he saw that his real wife was dressed in plain linen clothes and her hair was tied up like a man's.
I just want to call all Lingluo Huquan in the village immediately and make eight boxes of clothes for Gongsun Yan.
"There are also gold and silver accounts. Ask them to give you some jewelry, little lady!"
Once Zhou Xing noticed this problem, he felt more and more that Gongsun Yan was so plain and uncomfortably dressed. Even if she was observing filial piety, how could a young girl from an aristocratic family really not wear any jewelry or hairpins?
"Guard Zhou!" Seeing that he was about to go out in a hurry, Gongsun Yan stopped him with a dumbfounded voice.
Of course Gongsun Yan would be willing to have new clothes to wear, but she must serve the full period of her decline.
According to the etiquette system, the next three years will be the next two years plus the first month of the third anniversary to be precise.
During this period, both she and Gongsun Cheng had to wear unhemmed linen mourning clothes until they were removed.
So even now, making beautiful and beautiful clothes is just a waste of money and is unnecessary.
However, Zhou Xing reminded Gongsun Yan of an important matter.
She and Gongsun Cheng also had a few boxes of clothes to change, and the group of people who broke out with her all came out like this.
It's just ordinary soldiers. Tian Kai and Zhao Yun don't have many replacement uniforms, so they all wear military coats every day.
Thinking of this, Gongsun Yan warned: "Manager Zhou, it's just me and Achengze. Uncle Tian, Zilong and the others don't have much luggage or belongings. Please remember to find someone to make more regular clothes for them when you get back."
"Especially Zilong, he will take office and needs some decent clothes."
Speaking of this, Gongsun Yan had a headache. She also completely ignored this matter. Zhao Yun couldn't just let him go empty-handed when he took office. He had to pack his luggage for him.
I don’t know if it’s too late now. If not, I can customize it for them directly in the trader.
Also, although some money was seized from the Wuhuan people in the battle at Yangqiuli, Zhao Yun dispersed some of the rewarded generals at that time, and the rest was handed over to Gongsun Yan.
With Zhao Yun's temper, he would not give himself a reward, even if he was the first to contribute.
From the time Yijing broke out to the present day, no food or salary has been distributed.
Therefore, now he is afraid that his pocket is cleaner than his face.
When he thought of this, Gongsun Yan couldn't help but feel a little funny.
"I also ask Manager Zhou to order some plates of gold cakes and some silk ribbons, and send them to Uncle Tian, Zilong and the others so that they can have some spending money."
As soon as these were mentioned, Gongsun Yan thought of another question.
On the same day, Zhang Zhu and Wang Wu set out from Xiangguan. Zuo Ping assigned fifty cavalry from the tribe to go out with Zhang Zhu and Wang Wu to look for Gongsun Yan's team.
Later, they ran into Aduna and other Wuhuan people on the way. Zhang Zhang led the fifty cavalrymen to divert Aduna away. Zhang was captured, and the remaining fifty cavalrymen were wiped out, and even their corpses were not recovered.
Although these fifty knights belonged to the Gongsun family, they were indeed sacrificed for her.
Gongsun Yan regarded them as his subordinates and formulated the same pension policy.
Unlike the fallen Baima Yicong who wandered from Yijing, these people's families should all be in Lingzhi, so it should not be difficult to find their families.
She made arrangements when she was still in Lingzhi, and I don't know what happened to Manager Zhou.
Hearing Gongsun Yan ask him about his pension, Zhou Xing hurriedly rummaged through the boxes nearby.
"Little lady, please wait a moment."
"Yes." Gongsun Yan nodded and turned to look at the caisson outside the window.
Then I heard the sounds of girls and children chattering in the backyard.
Gongsun Yan smiled unconsciously and rested his chin on the window sill to wait.
Sure enough, he saw Ah Qing leading Gong Sun Cheng along the way. Ah Qing was not too tired to bend down and talk to Gong Sun Cheng.
Behind them, Alan followed them carrying a wooden food box, followed by Wang Wu carrying a knife.
A small group of people marched noisily, adding a bit of vitality to the yard.
"Madam!" Ah Qing looked up and saw Gongsunyan looking at them with a smile. He immediately straightened up happily and waved to Gongsunyan, with a pleasing dimple on his face.
"Sister!" Gongsun Cheng took a step behind Ah Qing.
Gongsun Yan waved to him, and he broke away from Ah Qing's hand, ran to the window, and put his feet on the edge of the window.
Gongsun Yan stood up, pinched his armpits and carried him into the house.
Ever since he discovered his negligence towards him yesterday, Gongsun Yan had done some self-examination.
Due to the incident of the Buqu gathering, the relationship between the maids and servants serving in the house and the Fu Ni Buqu has not yet been fully figured out.
So Gongsun Yan simply sent A Qing and Wang Wu to Gongsun Cheng's side, leaving only Alan by his side.
I just felt a little thirsty and ordered Alan to go to the kitchen to find some honey water. Unexpectedly, they came together.
"Sister." Gongsun Cheng put his arms around Gongsun Yan's neck, "I have a good boy today."
Gongsun Yan sat on the chair, put him on his knees, and gently rubbed his soft face, "That's great."
Manager Zhou had already found the scroll. Seeing the intimacy between their siblings, he stood aside with a silent smile and his hands tied.
Gongsun Yan pointed to the chair in front of the desk.
Compared with Zhao Yun and others who were accustomed to the bar stools in the army, Zhou Xing was obviously not used to such high stools.
He first handed over the bamboo slips recording the pension payment status with both hands, then sat on the chair and moved his position uncomfortably.
Seeing this, Gongsun Yan didn't say anything and just took the slip.
When she opened it, she saw that it was still written in small print to save money on the bamboo slips, which made her feel a headache.
Under the name and place of birth of each fallen soldier, the distribution and claim of pension money and grain were recorded in detail, and each stroke was marked with a red ink stroke.
As for Gongsun Yan's suggestion that families of fallen soldiers move to Guzhu, not a single family agreed.
Since ancient times, Chinese people have always had the feeling that their homeland is hard to leave. No one is willing to move from Lingzhi even if it is so close to Guzhu.
Gongsun Yan couldn't force this, she just wanted to make herself at ease.