The first snow of the year has finally fallen silently from the sky, which seems to indicate that the cold winter will officially begin today.
Winter is a rare time for a holiday for a farming society.
After a busy year, the farmer earns enough food for his family, so he can take advantage of this time to have a good sleep and rest his tired body.
It is also at this time of the year that relatives and friends who have not been around for a long time because they are busy will automatically gather together to keep the fire warm, with three or five friends sitting cross-legged on it, a pot of wax wine, and a pot of wax wine. A dish of salted beans will keep you entertained for a whole afternoon.
Different from the quiet villages around it, Xiaojiazhuangzi is also busy in winter.
The people here, even if it is snowing heavily, will not hide at home like other people in Zhuangzi.
Whenever the weather outside gets colder, the various iron stoves and iron chimneys in Xiao Han's industrial area! Even small shovels and coal hooks will enter the peak sales season.
Changan has been using these things for two years!
In the past two years, the blacksmith shops outside were not without imitations.
But the quality and price of what they make are far from Xiaojiazhuangzi's rivals!
This point is actually easy to understand.
It takes a person a long time to knock out a stove. How can a stove made directly from a sand mold be cheaper?
In addition, the iron used by Xiao Han here is much better than that outside. Even if it is cast, it is far more suitable than the one forged outside.
Sturdy, durable, and cheap!
This is the standard that Xiaojiazhuangzi uses to supply ordinary people, and it is precisely by virtue of this standard that the things they produce are always in short supply.
Now, not only Chang'an, but also Hanzhong, Chencang, and even Luoyang have merchants who come to Xiaojiazhuangzi to place orders.
The men in Zhuangzi were all driven to work in the industrial area by the red-eyed Zhang Qiang.
And similarly, the women in Zhuangzi are also restless.
The cotton harvested in the autumn has been seeded with sticks and iron skewers, a handful is put in the palm of the hand and rolled into cotton slivers, and then spun into silk threads using a linen spinning wheel. Finally, it is collected and woven into cloth by the best weavers. It can be taken to Chang'an for sale.
Because of the material, the cotton cloth woven by Xiaojiazhuangzi is much softer than linen, and much warmer than silk cloth.
In addition, it does not need to be printed or dyed, and is naturally white and clean. It is highly sought after by Chang'an people who like elegance and simplicity.
Now in Chang'an, any piece of cotton cloth is sold for a sky-high price! Just like that, the supply is still absolutely in short supply!
If a wealthy family marries a wife without a piece of cotton as a betrothal gift, everyone will feel unable to hold their head high!
In the winter, Xiaojia Village is always so busy and dull. The villagers are not afraid of hard work, because their hard work will be rewarded. Compared with the copper coins saved, a little effort is nothing.
Of course, not everyone in the world thinks this way. For example, a few days ago, a group of people ran to Zhuangzi crying and asking to see Xiao Han.
They are the ones who did not get the new cement formula.
In the autumn, these people saved countless amounts of cement, preparing to make a fortune after the grain harvest and people had money.
But they didn't expect that a small piece of news from Xiaojiazhuangzi would completely collapse these people.
New cement appears!
This kind of cement is stronger and more durable than the previous one, and the price is cheaper!
There is no doubt that other businesses got the news very early on and quietly disposed of all the old cement in their hands.
Only these companies are still stupidly in the dark, thinking that the market gap is getting bigger, so they work overtime and burn countless dollars! When the new cement starts to be sold, the cement in their hands has completely turned into waste and no one wants to use it.
In ancient times, building a house was always a family affair!
As long as they can use good materials, they will never use bad ones! After all, the house must be left to future generations. If it collapses in two generations, what's the point?
After several wailing merchants were throwing themselves out in the Xiaojiazhuang, they were thrown out by the guards.
Xiao Han is not a saint, on the contrary, he is still a very narrow-minded person.
Disloyalty once, disloyalty a hundred times!
This is his code of conduct.
Compared with the "peaceful" Xiao Family Village, today's Tang Dynasty Hall has become increasingly boring.
It coincides with the day of another great court meeting.
Even the unemployed Xiao Han couldn't avoid such a big court meeting. He had no choice but to enter the palace early in the morning despite the falling snowflakes.
In the Daxing Hall, the earth dragon is burning vigorously.
The steaming room is like a completely different world from the ice and snow outside.
Shaking off the thin snow on his body, Xiao Han, squinting his eyes, yawned and went straight to the old place.
Then, under the awed eyes of a group of green-robed men, he skillfully packed up a pile of futons and spread them on the ground. He leaned comfortably against a pillar and continued to take a nap with his eyes closed.
As early as in Hanzhong, the elders of the Three Dynasties had already retired, so all those futons are now inherited by Xiao Han. If it were not too eye-catching, he could make a bed in the main hall...
The crisp bell rang, and Emperor Li Yuan sat on the dragon throne without feeling sad or happy, while Li Shimin, the minister, began to take the lead in recounting the major political events that had occurred in the past half month.
It's said to be a big deal, but it's really nothing.
The land of Hebei has now been pacified, and Liu Heitai, who fled to the Turks, was also killed.
Apart from being severely extorted by the Turks, the only major event that could be considered a major event was the complete submission of the southern lands.
Listening to Li Shimin's calm report, Li Yuan, who was sitting on the dragon chair, was already in a state of mind.
It stands to reason that Li Yuan should be high-spirited and high-spirited now, but in fact, Li Yuan is particularly lonely now.
As the emperor, he did it to bring peace to the world and eliminate dangers.
As a father, he felt comforted by the fact that his two sons were both handsome and capable in literature and martial arts.
But as an emperor and a father at the same time, the question of how to choose between two outstanding sons almost drove him crazy.
Fortunately, one of the two sons was always in Chang'an and the other was in the frontier.
Without seeing each other, the fight will naturally become less intense.
But now, Li Jiancheng is about to return to Beijing. When the time comes, the two of them will be in the same court. Will these peaceful days come again?
Whenever he thinks of this, Li Yuan can't help but get a headache.
Sometimes he really wanted to use a sharp ax to split the world into two, so that after his death, his two sons would each get half.
But he didn't want to think about it. If this happened, the two of them would fight even more fiercely. The huge country he had worked so hard to conquer would probably collapse again soon.
