Why can silk challenge the status of cotton or even replace it?
Very simple, comfort!
Silk is definitely the most skin-friendly of all fabrics, especially in summer. Cotton is inevitably hot when worn, but silk is ice cold and extremely comfortable!
In comparison, you can tell which one is better and which one is worse.
Also, the silk is thin enough!
It’s not an exaggeration to call it as thin as a cicada’s wings!
Gu Beichuan vaguely remembered that during the Tang Dynasty, barbarian leaders entered Chang'an and met with Tang officials.
Through five layers of silk, a mole on the official's chest can still be clearly seen!
This period of history fully illustrates the thinness of silk! and the superb silk craftsmanship of the Tang Dynasty.
No wonder the Silk Road began in the Han Dynasty but reached its peak in the Tang Dynasty.
After the silk was produced, Gu Beichuan thought of giving it to Shen Gui to sell.
After all, Shen Ji Bu Xing will have to have the surname Gu sooner or later.
If I don't give you some sweetness in advance, it will look like I'm trying to rob someone.
Bang bang bang.
Just as Gu Beichuan's thoughts were racing, a rhythmic knock on the door sounded.
Xiu'er frowned and muttered: "It's so late, who else will come?"
Gu Beichuan also stopped writing and stood up.
He instinctively felt that the person coming was unusual.
Seeing her young master's appearance, Xiu'er stayed where she was for a while, not daring to move.
Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!
Seeing that no one opened the door, the knocking on the door became more intense.
There is a strong intention that if you don't open the door, I will break in.
Gu Beichuan frowned, and while picking up the wooden chair, he gestured with his eyes to Xiu'er to open the door.
Xiu'er swallowed nervously, walked forward, and put her hand on the door handle.
Gu Beichuan, who was carrying the wooden chair, nodded, and the next moment, the door burst open.
A monk with great bitterness and hatred came into Xiuer's eyes.
This person... is so strange. He has clearly never met before, so why does he seem so familiar to him? Xiu'er thought so.
"Amitabha..." The middle-aged monk opened and closed his lips and recited the name of the Buddha.
Just halfway through reading, I heard a whistling sound coming from my ears.
It was Gu Beichuan who used all his strength to smash the chair!
According to his understanding, how could this man who was fooling around and breaking into people's houses be a good person?
Naturally, we have to get uniformed first.
However, just when the wooden chair in Gu Beichuan's hand was about to hit the target.
A burst of Gang Qi suddenly burst out from the monk's body!
Gang Qi swept across in a spiral shape, setting off a gust of wind.
In the wind, the wooden chair decomposed and shattered little by little, and finally turned into sawdust and scattered everywhere.
After everything was over, the Gangqi returned to the body, and the monk recited a Buddha's name with a kind look on his face:
"Amitabha."
Gu Beichuan looked at the chair with only the handle left in his hand, feeling a little confused for a moment.
Should he bow his head and shout for mercy?
Fortunately, the monk did not embarrass Gu Beichuan.
But what he said made the two of them stunned.
The monk was seen trembling all over, tears seemed to be shining in the corners of his eyes, and he said in an excited tone:
"Xiu'er, your father is here to take you home."
boom!
Gu Beichuan felt that his three views were about to be blown to pieces.
Looking back, as expected, Xiu'er's mouth was slightly open, her eyes widened, as if she was stunned.
So he swallowed his saliva and said anxiously: "Senior, have you admitted the wrong person?"
Hearing this, the monk shook his head excitedly and said, "How could I remember it wrong?"
"Xiu'er is Qixiu and I's child. Her name and appearance will be something I will never forget for the rest of my life."
"But...but Master, you are a monk."
"These days, can monks also marry and hold weddings and funerals?"
"The poor monk returned to secular life for a period of time some years ago."
"But... I grew up watching Xiu'er urinate in Gu's Mansion in Jiangnan."
As Gu Beichuan's personal maid, Xiu'er was personally selected by Gu Jun, so her background must be found out.
So Gu Beichuan still remembers that Xiuer's biological father's name is Ji Yanghuai and his mother's name is Jiang Taoying.
The family of three were originally refugees from the north and fled to the south of the Yangtze River.
Gu Jun was kind-hearted and took pity on them, so he recruited them all into the Gu Mansion.
It's just that Ji Yanghuai and Jiang Taoying suffered too much hunger and injuries on the way to escape, and they died not long after.
Only little Jixiu is left, who stays in Gu Mansion and grows up slowly.
Logically speaking, if a servant dies, the master is not obligated to bury it. Your own children have to pay to dig a grave and erect a monument, otherwise the body will inevitably be exposed in the wilderness.
But Ji Yanghuai and Jiang Taoying had not been working for long and had not been able to save the money for the coffin. Xiao Jixiu is a child and has no money.
Later, when the young Gu Beichuan heard about this, he stole a large sum of money from the Gu family's accounting office and buried his parents for Xiao Jixiu.
In fact, Gu Beichuan stole a lot of money back then, but only a small amount was given to Xiao Jixiu.
Most of them were gambled.
But even so, Xiao Jixiu will never forget the young master that day.
From that day on, Xiu'er became Gu Beichuan's personal maid.
No matter what outsiders say about the young master, in her heart, Gu Beichuan has always been a good young master.
So, how did Xiuer have a father appear out of thin air now?
Could it be that Ji Yanghuai faked the corpse?
"Senior, have you ever met Ji Yanghuai, Jiang Taoying and his wife?"
Hearing this, the monk became even more excited: "It's my brother-in-law and my sister-in-law. Where are they now? Are they still well?"
Hearing this, Gu Beichuan fell silent.
After a long time, I couldn't stand being watched by the monk, so I finally told the truth.
Unexpectedly, after hearing these words, the bitter and resentful monk suddenly burst into tears.
He murmured to himself: "Yang Huai, Yang Huai, it was eldest brother who harmed you."
Then he explained to Gu Beichuan: "My sister-in-law is ill and cannot have children."
"I encountered another disaster that year, so I entrusted Xiu'er to my second brother."
"Unexpectedly, they died on the way to escape."
After hearing this, Gu Beichuan was also sighing.
This is a damn world.
Although Daqian has been well organized in recent years under the governance of Emperor Renxuan, more than ten years ago, it was in chaos!
Robbers and bandits emerged one after another. The poor people could not survive and had no choice but to rebel.
In those years, Gu Jun was also worried and frowned all day long.
Everyone is speculating whether Daqian has run out of energy.
It's time for this family to change hands.
After all, it’s been three hundred years! The dynasty's luck has come to an end.
But who would have thought that the late emperor passed away and Emperor Renxuan ascended the throne!
He first drained the national treasury to provide disaster relief, and then issued a series of decrees and even paid private visits incognito to ensure that the disaster relief food would fall into the hands of the people.
Later, the Champion Hou and the King of Zhenbei were born one after another.
Suppressed all rebellions in Daqian.
This has ushered in the rare and prosperous age now!
So when the monk said that he knew Ji Yanghuai and Jiang Taoying, Gu Beichuan was basically sure that he was not lying.
Besides, judging from the monk's performance just now.
They are more or less top-notch masters in the world. Killing them both would be like killing a chicken, right?
You really have bad intentions, why do you need to go to such trouble?
Wouldn't it be easier to just kill him?
Since this was a family matter, Gu Beichuan stopped interfering and retreated silently, leaving space for the father and daughter to reunite after a long separation.
