Farmer of Shu Han

"Do I need you to report me when I come to this mansion?" Huang Wudie waved her hands loudly, "I will look for it myself, and you don't need to worry about it."

"But Mrs. Huang, the general ordered me to see no one."

The concierge had a bitter look on his face.

These days, many people from central Sichuan, most of them are from the rich and powerful families in Jincheng, and a small number are from the rich families in central Sichuan.

Originally, my concierge has always been a decoration, since I came to Hanzhong with the general, there are only a handful of people who have visited the general over the years, when was there such a lively scene in front of the prefect's mansion?

It's a pity that his own general has such a temper, but he doesn't want to be seen by others, so he directly burned those invitation cards, and no one came.

"Am I an outsider?" Huang Wudie raised her eyebrows and shouted softly, "You are so ignorant of the world, believe it or not, I will beat you up here, and uncle has nothing to say? In this mansion, How is it different from mine?"

The concierge shrank immediately, and said repeatedly: "The little man knows his mistake."

Although the general ordered him not to see anyone, he also knew that the general had no relatives and no children, and he usually regarded this yellow lady as his daughter.

Huang Wudie snorted, and walked directly into the mansion without looking at the concierge.

Unexpectedly, she walked around the mansion, but couldn't find Wei Yan, she was puzzled, the concierge dared not bully me, could it be that uncle is still resting and hasn't woken up yet?

It's just that there are few servants in this prefect's mansion, and the soldiers are all living in the outer courtyard. I met a servant just now but forgot to ask, and now I can't find anyone again in a while.

Thinking like this in my heart, I suddenly remembered a place my uncle didn't often go to, so I turned to the study in the mansion with the wind under my feet.

Wei Yan is a martial artist, although he can read some characters, he doesn't read often on weekdays, and even the study room doesn't have much room for characters.

At this moment, he is really in the study, holding a map made of animal skins, frowning and thinking, his fingers are moving bit by bit on the map.

At this time, the door of the study was pushed open with a "bang", Wei Yan was furious, thinking to himself who is so bold, dare to barge in without notification? All the guards from the outer court and servants from the inner court are dead?

Before turning my thoughts around, I suddenly thought of a person again, raised my head and looked, who is that person? Immediately, the anger dissipated, replaced by a look of helplessness: "Why is my niece so masculine? Can't she be as gentle as water like other women?"

Huang Wudie's face was unhappy: "Uncle said this again after meeting. Even those men, how many people can compare to my niece's martial arts?"

Wei Yan said unhappily: "Then, in this world, which woman can your female celebrity compare to?"

Huang Wudie proudly said: "The female celebrity of the stone girl of the Guan family may not be able to compare with me."

Wei Yan kept moving his hands, and folded the map. Hearing what Huang Wudie said, he couldn't laugh or cry: "The whole big man, only the female celebrity of the two of you, can't stand on the stage. How dare you say it? That's it. Rural women can spin and weave clothes."

Huang Wudie's eyes were sharp, and she had already seen clearly the words on the map. The most obvious two words, wasn't it exactly what Chang'an was?

He curled his lips and didn't answer Wei Yan's words, but started another topic: "It's not like my niece has never seen this picture of my uncle, so what's there to hide? If nothing else, it's just a few roads in Hanzhong, or my niece I went to find out myself."

"Okay, okay, everything you said makes sense." Wei Yan really had no choice but to perfunctory with this niece, "Let's not talk about that girl from the Guan family who came to Hanzhong, you want to compete with her? Why are you back?"

Don't say this is okay, when talking about this place, the expression on Huang Wudie's face is even more smug: "It's been compared, and I won a move and a half for the first time!"

Wei Yan patted his forehead with a headache: "Okay, okay. What's the point of taking advantage of someone who came from a long distance before his physical strength recovered? Tell me, what's the point of being so anxious when you come here this time?"

"Oh, I almost forgot." Huang Wudie stepped forward to unfold the picture again, pretending to look at it, and said in his mouth at the same time, "It's such an uncle, didn't the imperial court send the Hanzhong Diannong official? Niece I’ve seen it before. Now I’ve settled down in my uncle’s abandoned camp, but Feng Langjun, who took the lead, asked his niece to ask when my uncle is free, and they will come to thank you.”

"What's there to thank?" Wei Yan waved his hand, "It's fine to thank you. Now Hanzhong is full of disturbances. Everyone wants to come here and ask me to find a way. Why am I in such a mood? If I make an exception After seeing a few of them, don’t you also want to meet other people? See you soon!”

Huang Wudie giggled: "If uncle doesn't see you, don't you mean that he doesn't care about the great benefits? Since that's the case, how about giving the benefits to your niece?"

Wei Yanqi said: "What's the advantage? This Hanzhong Diannong official, he said he was not big, he said he was not small, at least he still followed a gentleman from the Li family who had the status of an angel. Only in this Hanzhong, that is, in these days, there are some Popularity. In the past, if you don’t see a few people while running a horse on weekdays, what’s the benefit?”

That's what I said, but in fact Wei Yan didn't think highly of Feng Yong and his group. Because in his eyes, what can a few youngsters do?

Apart from Li Yi, who was specially sent by the prime minister, the one who deserves his attention is Zhao Guang. But just pay attention, if something goes wrong, if Zhao Guangqiu comes to the door, he can stretch out his hand, it is impossible to take care of it normally.

Because despite the fact that Zhao Guang is Zhao Yun's son, sons are also divided into big and small. If the Dalang Lord Zhao Tong came, the meaning it represented would be completely different.

"I knew my uncle wouldn't believe it. Fortunately, I asked Feng Langjun for something before I left."

As Huang Wudie said, she took out something and handed it to Wei Yan.

"What is this?" Wei Yan took it over and touched it, "Is this cloth? But it doesn't look like linen or silk, but it's a bit like the cloth used for the woolen coat worn by the Qiang Hu people." .”

"This is the cloth from which the wool is woven."

Huang Wudie laughed without looking like a lady, and her eyes lit up: "This is the wool that Feng Langjun asked someone to cut off from the sheep, and then cleaned it with a secret method, and finally asked someone to weave it into this hair." Bu. Uncle, tell me, is this good or not?"

"Is it really made of wool? How is it better than that linen?"

When Wei Yan heard this, his hands almost trembled.

Except for the occasional use of wool, who else would use it? Not to mention it is for the Han people, even if it is for the Hu people, no one wants it. It is garbage that is only worthy of being thrown away.

But clothes made of this kind of garbage are better than linen?

Although the cloth in my hand is a little small, I can't see what the final woven clothes will look like, but with this thickness, the warmth may be worse than fur clothes, but I can't help but make it out of wool!

Not everyone can wear that fur coat, except for the rich and powerful, even ordinary landlords and Lao Cai dare not say that they have fur coats at home!

What about the wool? Hu people are everywhere!