It snowed all night and the window made the sound of the poplars slam.
After the weather clears, the snow stops.
Guo Jing put on a fur and walked out of the yard.
This courtyard is built against the mountain. There are large areas of flat land in front of the courtyard, all planted with turnips.
"Does my father still go to the county today?" The eldest son Guo Pei walked over and bowed.
He was followed by several ox carts, full of newly picked turnips, ready to be taken to feed livestock.
"I won't go anymore, anyway, that Shaw brother doesn't like me." Guo Jing said with an irritable expression.
He was originally a county magistrate of Loufan.
This county was founded (at that time, Lili Lan County), and had been traveling around the countryside, with very familiar people. Whether it was the household registration or the tribal clans in the mountains, they had some thin faces.
Later, the county magistrate was promoted and the county magistrate returned home to Ding Qian, so the court transferred a new county magistrate and asked Guo Jing to serve as the county magistrate Xin County magistrate, Shao Yi, the son of the Sili County magistrate Shao Xu, who was born in the Shao family of Wei County, and was a serious Hebei gentry.
After the emperor took power in the early years, the Shao family of Weijun went to visit his relatives and asked for the Union Sect in a vague way, but they heard it vaguely that the emperor verbally recognized the relatives, but did not know whether it was true or not. Anyway, Shao Yi pointed out the matter in a vague way.
Unfortunately, because of his personality, Guo Jing offended the new county magistrate. Considering that he, the county magistrate, had no real power, it became even colder now, so he simply stayed away from government affairs and focused more on managing the family business. Before that, he had already handed over these things to his eldest son Guo Pei and devoted himself to his official position.
"Since my grandfather is not straight, why not accompany me to the ancient springs?" Guo Pei said.
"But for the sake of the emperor's residency?" Guo Jing asked.
"Yes, not." Guo Pei smiled and said, "The old Xianbei Guquan said he hadn't seen Grandpa for almost a year and asked you to drink. If you don't go, you won't sell the wool."
"Haha." Guo Jing laughed and said, "Then let's go there, they are all old brothers."
The "old Xianbei" is different from the Tuoba Xianbei. In fact, there are some Xianbei people in Taiyuan, Guilan, Xinxing, and Yanmen. The scale is not large, and the total number of people is not large. However, the history is very long, and it can be traced back to Budugen, the grandson of Tan Shihuai. At that time, there was no Duan, Murong, Tuoba, Yuwen and others.
"Old Xianbei" changed its surname to the Han Dynasty, and lived in Taiyuan for generations. In the early years, he was sometimes obsessed with Liu Kun and sometimes obsessed with Liu Cong, and sometimes obsessed with him.
Loufan Guo’s family did not manage the farm much, but they invested a lot of energy in the breeding industry, and wool was the top priority.
The father and son quickly gathered a hundred and ten shopkeepers, pulled dozens of cars, and headed eastward.
Turnips are to be sent to Puyang.
This is a small amount of fresh vegetables in winter. Horses can eat them and people can eat them.
The sage was about to arrive in Jinyang, and the prefect Shao Jie ordered the counties to select 1,000 turnips to be offered for offering. As a big family in Loufan, Guo was naturally named after the name and could not escape.
"It snowed early this year, and it seemed to be colder than last year." Guo Jing jumped off the ox cart and walked on the thin snowy road, saying, "In a few days, I think the turnips won't grow. Maybe they will freeze.
Be careful.”
"Well, please pay attention." Guo Peiyi got out of the car and walked with his father.
The Guo family's shopkeepers exhaled in fog, the equipment on their waists jingled, and the shoes and boots were stepping on the snow.
Judging from their outfits, they all have all the Husbands. Many people even ran out of the mountains and didn't want to work for the nobles of the tribe. They couldn't eat enough and don't wear warm clothes. They might as well work for the landlords and powerful people outside the mountain, and their lives would be much better.
The so-called landlords and powerful people outside the mountain may not be Han people, but in fact there are many Hu people.
Many people were tribal leaders five years ago, but they were flexible and registered their household registration in the county, occupying part of the plains of the river valley, and then building houses, half-grassing and half-cultivating.
When Guo Jing was talking to his colleagues in the county, some people said that the tribes in Loufan County were actually disintegrating little by little, because some tribe leaders didn't go around the mountain pastures much.
They don't like living in tents, and prefer living in wooden houses or even brick houses.
If it weren't for the mountain basins and there were too few river valleys, and so many tribes could not be raised by farming alone, they would want to gather all the people together, take farming as their business, and manage them more conveniently, without having to run around and work hard.
Things are changing.
"Grandma, I've suffered an electric disaster this year, and the cattle and sheep in various departments have suffered heavy losses. I'm afraid there is not so much wool?" Guo Pei tightened his fur tightly and said, "I'm seeing it getting colder every year, will the wool increase the price?"
"It's inevitable." Guo Jing said: "Do you think the cotton clothes worn by Henan people are warm?"
"To be honest, it's a bit warm, but not warm enough." Guo Pei said: "If you want to keep warm, there is nothing in this world that is warmer than fur."
Guo Jing laughed and said, "Yes. The cotton wool has been available since the Han Dynasty. Just stuffing a piece of broken thread between the two layers of cloth can keep warm, but that's it. When it was the coldest time, it was still trembling with coldness."
"Jingzhou, Huainan merchants who sell wild silkworm cocoons have made a fortune." Guo Pei said: "In the past two years, people in Henan who buy winter clothes often use wild silkworm cocoon nest silk and stuff them into linen to make cotton clothes."
"That's Li Shu who has a little money on hand." Guo Jing said, "You will know if you look at the officials at a glance and see what winter clothes they wear."
Guo Pei slowly lowered his head.
No secret, everyone has eyes. Low-level officials and soldiers wear cotton clothes to keep warm, but middle- and senior officials and natives with relatively strong family business wear more furs because this is the best warmth effect and is also protected from the cold wind.
Moreover, thinner fur can be worn during the Spring and Autumn Period.
The emperor gave his ministers fur clothes in the autumn. Do you think it's okay?
But fur has one disadvantage: it is expensive!
The better the fur, the more expensive it is, especially fox fur, marten fur, etc., which are so expensive that it is unpredictable.
Last year, Wang Bing, the Wuyuan Inner Historian, asked the Kujiesha tribes for hundreds of local specialty shuffle fox furs, loaded them to Luoyang, and presented them to the emperor. Lieutenant Sima Maobao personally led 200 soldiers to escort them. When he stayed overnight in Loufan County, the garrison was very strict and he did not get close to him at all.
Therefore, ordinary people should take a break. Even the Hu people with more livestock do not have a single sheepskin fur, let alone the Han people.
"So, it's a one-one" Guo Jing sighed: "People should think about things like felt blankets. Didn't those bitter herd slaves wear a dirty felt blanket in the middle of winter, too?"
"Grandma, felt blankets are really good, but what about sweaters? Didn't Shao Fujun ask the counties to find craftsmen who can weave wool cloth?
How about this thing?" Guo Pei asked.
"I don't know either." Guo Jing sighed and said, "I have asked in the county that there are really no people in each department who have knitted wool cloth.
They can only make felt blankets and equipment for textile mulberry and hemp, but they can't weave wool. I've tried it, it won't work."
The felt blankets widely used by the Hu people were not woven, but were beaten and crushed with wool. They were very rough. But the wool could be spinned into thread like silk and then woven into cloth, and would never be like the Huns.
The Xianbei people beat and roll and crush them like roughly.
However, it is not easy to find textile wool machines and craftsmen these days. Anyway, Taiyuan County has been searching for several years but has no idea.
This thing is likely to be found in the northwest. It is said that the imperial court has sent people to search in Dunhuang area of ​​Shazhou, but I don’t know if it has been found.
"If we could really find a wool spinning machine, these Hu people would have a lot better life." Guo Jing pointed to the surrounding mountains.
"There will be raised all over the mountains and fields. Whose family's sheep will produce more wool, and they may not be robbed, just like a horse being scrambled to breed."
Guo Pei couldn't help laughing and said, "The emperor really found a way for these Hu people to make money. It's better if you can sell wool with peace of mind, why do you still rebel?"
"Yes." Guo Jing said: "These Hu people can't escape the palm of the emperor's hand, and they are all tricked into being confused.
"But then again, Grandpa, is this cloth made of wool warm to wear?" Guo Pei asked.
"It should be very warm." Guo Jing thought about it and said, "Isn't the felt blanket very warm? The army bought a large amount of money and distributed it to each battalion, at least much warmer than linen and silk."
The father and son walked and talked all the way.
As I walked, when my forehead was sweating slightly, the Guquan finally arrived.
"You go to Jinyang and wait for you for a few days for your father to stay in the old Xianbei." Guo Jing waved his hand and said.
"Okay." Guo Pei gave a gift, then took the shopkeeper and the ox cart to continue traveling east.
On October 16th, Jinyang City was already far away.
At this time, the Legend of the Condor Heroes, which acted as the pioneer, had already arrived at Shiling Pass and the emperor was about to arrive.
Guo Pei breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately he didn't miss his time.
After personally bringing people into the city for negotiations, Guo Pei was ordered to deliver dozens of cartons of turnips and straw they brought to the school grounds east of the city.
This is the largest training ground in Jinyang. Every autumn and winter, the guards and soil of various military prefectures will be gathered for extra training.
However, this year, I changed my place. It is said that I will go to Changshan County to have food, and there is food there, so the Jinyang warehouse was emptied.
There were already people in the schoolyard. After a while, Guo Pei found out that he was the guards who followed the Qin King back to Jinyang in advance. There were a total of 1,200 guards of the Qin King's Mansion, about 500 guards of the cavalry guards, and five hundred Yuwen's light cavalry.
Guo Pei heard this and said to himself: The King of Qin must not be able to inherit the throne.
Although the King of Chu had only two hundred soldiers, one hundred of them were armored cavalry.
The King of Yan had thousands of soldiers, most of whom were even on the battlefield, with one man and two horses.
King Chu and King Yan should be ahead of King Qin. As for whom they can get ahead, Guo Pei naturally likes King Yan more.
As for the Guo family in Taiyuan, they naturally support the King of Yan.
On October 19th, after purchasing some iron and porcelain, Guo Pei took the ox cart and the Zhuangke left Jinyang and returned to Loufan.
On the day he left, there were sounds of hooves near Jinyang, and the cavalry and horses had not finished their entire day.
Chapter completed!