"Young master, you're flattering me." The person in front of him was the shopkeeper of the treasure house in the northern borderline. He had long been freed from his slave status, but in front of Gu Min's only descendant, he still addressed himself as an old servant. This was his respect for Jiang Pengji and his nostalgia for Gu Min. "It's been more than ten years. Young master is already so grown up. If the old master knew, how happy she would be."
Others valued boys more than girls, but the old master prayed everywhere when she was pregnant, hoping that God would bestow her a daughter.
Gu Xin had collected many "female Guanyin" for Gu Min. He had a deep understanding of Gu Min's obsession.
Now that he saw that Gu Min's daughter had grown up to be a dashing beauty, he had no regrets in this life.
No, wait a minute … What was dashing beauty?
Gu Xin looked at Jiang Pengji with a conflicted expression and did not speak for a long time.
Jiang Pengji gazed at the troops outside the city. "Are you really my old servant?"
Gu Xin understood and said, "Young master, don't misunderstand. Those are the people I borrowed from Magistrate Liu. It's not easy to do business in times of peace, let alone in this chaotic world. In order to deliver your things safely, I borrowed some troops from Master Liu. I didn't expect to cause misunderstandings. "
Jiang Pengji could not help but smile slightly and said, "Thank you. How should I address you?"
Not to mention Gu Xin's age and qualifications, just by looking at his clothes and bearing, he was not an ordinary person. Jiang Pengji would not really treat him as a servant just because he called himself an "old servant."
In terms of age, Jiang Pengji's age in her previous life plus her age in this life could be considered Gu Xin's age after rounding it up.
Gu Xin thought for a while and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "If you don't mind, you can call me Uncle Gu."
"Uncle Gu." Jiang Pengji readily agreed.
Gu Xin seemed to be recalling something. His eyes were filled with red veins, but he happily responded, "Sigh!"
The three of them and the audience in the streaming room were still in a state of confusion. They did not understand how the situation suddenly took such a big turn. It was not until the two finished talking that they understood one by one and felt relieved.
It would be best if there was no need to fight. This Gu Xin seemed to be acquainted with the Lord (Streamer), so he might even bring something good with him.
Jiang Pengji guessed what Gu Xin had sent over. She smiled as she took Changsheng from Feng Jin's arms and kissed the little girl's forehead.
"Lucky star."
Changsheng's eyes widened in confusion. She cried out and struggled to return the kiss.
Little did she know that this action of hers had caused a huge misunderstanding to Gu Xin!
He looked at Changsheng, who was giggling, and Jiang Pengji in shock. Then, he glared at Feng Jin!
"Take her away. It's easy to catch a cold on the city wall due to the strong wind. It's not easy to treat a sick child."
Changsheng was returned to Feng Jin along with the cloak that she used to shelter her from the wind. The little girl looked aggrieved.
The police report in Xiangyang district had been lifted. Not only did the person who came not cause trouble for her, but he also gave her money, food, and horses.
Gu Xin was a serious and rigorous person. He temporarily put aside his inner conflict and slightly lagged behind. He followed Jiang Pengji down the city wall. As he walked, he reported the items that he had brought over clearly. He even clearly stated the number of items that he had used during the journey. He even made a list. He did things openly and openly, allowing others to see his sincerity at a glance.
Hearing the arrangements for the sheepskin and horses, Feng Jin and the rest looked at him with admiration.
They were not lacking in food now. The items that Gu Xin had sent had really solved their urgent need.
Due to the people who had migrated from Shangjing and Fengyi, plus the thousands of members of the Tsing Yi Army who had been captured, the people in Xiangyang district had more people than before the earthquake. Winter in the north of Dongqing had always been very cold. There was not enough clothing in the city to keep out the cold. Xu Ke was still worried about how to get through the winter. He did not expect Gu Xin to send sheepskin over. He had sent over ten thousand sheepskin that had already been tanned!
If these sheepskins were to be purchased in Dongqing, the price would not be cheap. It was estimated that they would not be able to purchase so many sheepskins. Not only that, the wool of the sheep reared in Dongqing was short and sparse. The wool that Gu Xin had sent was long and dense. A sheepskin was very heavy to hold in one's hand.
However, how could such sheepskin be made into clothing to keep out the cold?
Jiang Pengji frowned as she thought of a solution. The audience in the streaming room was also racking their brains.
Hahahaha: "Why don't we just cut the wool to a suitable length?"
Gaofi Finally Arrives: "It's not a problem to cut it, but look at how thick the wool is. It feels like the owner of the sheepskin has never had his wool trimmed since he was born until he was slaughtered. What about the wool that was cut to a suitable length? It's not good to waste it … "
Youyouqianla: "Let's recycle the wool that was cut. Wash it and stuff it into the lining of the clothes as cotton. "
Everyone could not help but think of the method of using down jackets. It seemed like it was not impossible.
Jiang Pengji felt that there was another use for it. She used to visit the largest history museum in the federation. She once saw a type of clothing called "sweater." It was a scarf made of thread. According to the introduction at that time, there seemed to be wool in it …
She just did not know how to turn the wool into thread and weave it.
If there was no audience in the streaming room, Jiang Pengji would probably have to experiment for a while. If the experiment failed, she could only ask someone to wash the wool, comb it, and then sew it into the lining of the clothes to keep warm …
But now that there was an audience, she only needed to ask. Everyone would work together to think of a solution.
Thus, Jiang Pengji asked about the sweater and the scarf.
She was a little worried. What if these things did not exist in the era of the streaming room?
In the end, not only did the audience in the streaming room know about it, but they also sent a wave of flowers to Jiang Pengji.
Tiantian Xiangduangeng: "Bring a small stool here and watch the streamer knit and knit. Hahaha, the scene is so beautiful."
Haoxiang Faking Death: "I think Feng Jin and the rest are really going crazy. Streamer, can you have some pity on them? When they work overtime, the streamer plays with mud. When they continue to work overtime, the streamer plays with wood. When they work overtime and are about to collapse, the streamer goes to knit and knit … I feel that if there were forums in this era, they might secretly post a thread to complain about the streamer. I have even thought of the topic — — 818, the Jiang Bapi who does not do proper work, doesn't pay, and has a bad character! "
Shanxian Shaoxiang: "Hahaha, what the hell is Jiang Bapi? I laugh so hard that my stomach hurts. "
Wushang Quichao: "Don't you make it? It's the nickname given to the streamer's fan club by the young Feng Jin.
Back then, the name of the streamer's fan club was "Goddess", "Her Majesty", and other lofty titles.
However, ever since Jiang Pengji conquered Xiangyang district, the entire image changed. Jiang Pengji brainlessly squeezed Feng Jin and the rest of their labor and made them work overtime. After a few months without paying them, the official nickname of her fan club became "Jiang Bapi."
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