Datang Fenghua Road

"Okay!" Han Yue walked out of the yard in a few steps, waved his hand to Uncle Chaotian, and hurried home in the moonlight.

In the back, Uncle Tian and Aunt Tian sent them to the front of the courtyard, looking in the direction of Han Yue from a distance, looking at each other, each of them was very surprised.

How did this child suddenly change in such a short period of time? Could it be that God really has eyes?

Chapter 7 Who Can Revitalize the Luo Family

The desert is full of smoke, and the Tianshan Mountains stand tall.

In the hot summer, pedestrians are hard to see, but in the area of ​​the northern border of Datang, there are [-] horses galloping fast like wind and clouds.

Black hair, black helmet, shiny spear.The faces of the eighteen knights were like water, and tiredness was written all over their faces. However, the speed of their horse riding did not slow down in the slightest, and the solemnity in their eyes did not decline in the slightest.

They had wounds all over their bodies, their horses were thin, and their attire was torn.

This is the last Luo family army in the Tang Dynasty, seventeen cavalry, 16 of them are middle-aged men, only the one in the front is a young man with a weak crown.He carried a spear on his back, held the rein in his hand, and his whole body was tied on the horse's back like a javelin, letting the horse fly with all four hooves and bump up and down.

From the desert to the grassland, and then from the grassland to Chang'an, the road is endless and the journey is more than a thousand miles.They have experienced the wind and sand outside the Great Wall, and also endured the dry summer of the grassland.

Kill a bloody road, and go straight to Chang'an.

Zoom in and take a closer look.This whirlwind of [-] cavalry, in fact, has long been exhausted, and several knights are already shaky, but they are persevering with a tenacity and unyielding spirit.

"Father's glory cannot be tainted by anything. Luo Jinger, insist, insist, you have the blood of Luo Shixin flowing with a white horse and a silver gun, and the revitalization of the Luo family requires your efforts."

It was only at this moment that we found out that the weak-crowned youth who was leading the way turned out to be a woman disguised as a man.She has a beautiful face and her pupils are cut like water. Who would have thought that such an insignificant beauty would be surrounded by thick blood.

This is the blood energy that was killed, and it is enough to cultivate in the sea of ​​​​blood.

She was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and she was at a good age. Who would have known that she had fought in all directions at night, three times in and three times in the Turkic horse formation, and hundreds of dead souls died under her spear.

"Father's glory cannot be tarnished, and the rise of the Luo family cannot be slack..." This thought flashed in Luo Jinger's mind again, and she couldn't help but straighten her body on horseback.

"It's just, it's a pity for those soldiers who died."

After all, the girl's mind is as gentle as water, no matter how strong she is on the surface, she is still a woman at heart.Going to the prairie desert, a full [-] Luo family troops were buried there, and only the last eighteen of them were left to return. This kind of pain once made Luo Jinger close to collapse.

If it wasn't for the ambition to revitalize the Luo family, she really wanted to kill herself in the vast grassland, just quietly accompany the dead soldiers and sleep for a thousand years.

It's a pity that she can't die yet, and she still has a heavy responsibility on her shoulders.The seventeen veterans behind them need her to take care of their food and clothing.

Eighteen cavalry, this is the last Luo family army in the Tang Dynasty.

The prancing horses looked at Chang'an in the distance. Luo Jing'er didn't know whether the Taiji Palace was noisy at this time, or whether the courtiers were sarcastic and disdainful. The only thing she knew was that she had failed this expedition. After returning to Chang'an, The Luo family will usher in a torrential blow.

This time, it was a private expedition, not a dispatch from the court. Although the Luo family's army crossed the desert grassland, they did not get the results they deserved. Instead, they ended up being wiped out.

Luo Jinger was able to foresee her own punishment, and the Luo family would be deprived of the title, leaving only her own life.

Human beings are human, and human beings are dying, and he is not as outstanding as his father, so His Majesty the Emperor will not be extra-judicial, and the courtiers will not give help.

Uncle Qin Qiong might take care of him, but that wouldn't revive the Luo family.

"Father, what else can I do..."

……

Dapeng rides the wind one day, and it soars up to [-] miles. Han Yue's mosquito coil industry has become very prosperous these days.

Aunt Tian is really good at work, plus Doudou, a hard-working little bee, two women, one big and one small, cut wormwood to make mosquito coils every day. The daily output is actually [-] sets, far exceeding Han Yue's. Budget.

Of course, this surge in production is inseparable from a small invention behind him.

It is said to be an invention, but it is worthless to put it bluntly. I just made a simple mold, filled it with wormwood mud mixed with clay, and then buckled it on the ground, and a mosquito coil was formed impressively. Better than hand rubbing...

Or how to say that machinery is the primary productive force.

As for sales, there was no such cold situation as Han Yue was worried about.

Mosquito coils were quickly recognized by the market on the first day they were launched. Among them, the smoke-free effect and burning resistance accounted for most of the reasons, and the low price was also a major advantage.

Every morning, Uncle Tian set out with eight men, some to the market, some to Chang'an, and some to stand guard at the gate of the landlord's house.In a word, the essence of guerrilla warfare is brought into full play, and the new type of mosquito-repellent incense is quickly popularized in the surrounding area.

Han Yue's price for mosquito coils is really not expensive. For a penny and a plate, it can be ordered all night long. There is no smoke, only a faint medicinal fragrance.How can such a good and cheap thing sell well.Don't forget, a bowl of noodles in Chang'an costs two big coins.

In just ten days, the income has exceeded [-] yuan. After deducting the wages and Uncle Tian's share, the family has a net income of [-] yuan.

Someone is going to ask, you only have a revenue of [-] yuan, how can you have a net income of [-] yuan?Isn't this nonsense, do you want to deceive readers that you are not a professional accountant?

The main reason was that Aunt Tian was frightened by Cyclonus's income, and she didn't dare to agree to the [-]-[-] split, but she only needed [-] yuan in the end.Of course, Uncle Tian did not dare to question the decision of the shrew at home. In fact, he was also frightened.

"Don't give me any money, Aunt Tian is such a good person!" Han Yueyang sighed and subconsciously forgot the deep hatred that Aunt Tian once called him a little bastard.

A full [-] copper coins filled a large cabinet. At Xiaodoudou's strong request, Han Yue decided to sort out the family property.

He finally found a little cramp when counting money.

Ladies, see clearly, it's people cramps, not hand cramps.

"Nimmabi, who made the stinky rules, if I let me know, I will kill you." Master Han held a hemp rope in his hand, staring at the sky speechlessly, choking.

Xiaodoudou was happily busy over there. Hearing this, he smiled sweetly and encouraged: "Xianggong, hurry up and make money, hurry up and make money, it will be easy to use if you make money."

It turned out that the ancient monetary unit of measurement did not have a large amount.For example, if you go to the market to buy some small things on weekdays, it doesn't matter if you spend ten cents or eight.But once the amount of money exceeds [-], it must be strung together with a rope, which is counted as a consistent amount of money, also known as a hanging money.

That's right, [-] wen is consistent, not [-] wen. This involves a conflict between private acquiescence and official value.All dynasties and dynasties have stipulated that the consistent money must be one thousand wen, but the common people have a little bit of intelligence, so I wear eight hundred wen, and the whole world does this together, even if the emperor and Laozi are not convinced, huh, then you can only stare blankly.

In fact, even when the imperial court used the money, the expenditure was consistent with [-] yuan.As the saying goes, pass eight hundred, hang eight hundred, these nouns all come from here.

Counting money is a personal favorite, but if you want people to string one by one with a rope, it will be a painful job, but this kind of thing can't be faked, and you have to do it yourself.

This is the source of Han Yue's anger.

The casting process of ancient copper coins is not high, and the small square hole in the middle is very narrow. In order to ensure the durability of the money string, the rope is very thick.

How to say that sentence, the little guy has a big mouth, he wants to go in and out, hum, unless you are hard enough.

Looking at a large box of copper coins, the color is shiny and thick, and the square hole in the middle is just like the secret passage opened for you at the beginning of the Pengmen, beautiful and moving.

Look at the twisted hemp rope in your hand, it's not soft, sometimes thick and sometimes thin, the feeling that you can't get it in after poking it for a long time, it's even worse than the second child of a seventy-year-old man.

This kind of uncomfortable feeling of having more than enough energy but not enough energy can only be understood by buddies who often take the little blue pill but still can’t lift.

"I quit." Han Yue finally got annoyed, threw his hands, snorted, and shouted, "Doudou, don't make mosquito coils, come and wear money."

"Don't make trouble, husband, people have to work!"

"Hmph, I like to wear it or not, my back hurts, I need to go for a walk!"