It took the group seven or eight minutes to get out.
When they came out, Sima Fang's cronies shook their heads and said: "A small hut on the roadside is made of straw paper. I have never seen it burned like this if I have money."
Sima Fang's entourage held his coat in his hands, and the corners of his coat seemed a little wet.
But it was not a splash, but Sima Fang's gorgeous Confucian shirt had an intimate contact with the ground when he was squatting in the pit.
The master of an aristocratic family is still an important minister in Cao Ying, how can you tolerate this?
I won’t wear it anymore.
After all, he was an old man who was running for five years. He was afraid that he would catch a cold without a coat, so the kind-hearted A Jian stepped forward and asked in a deep voice:
"Would you like to try on our Xu Jiajun's clothes?"
Sima Fang held up his fox fur and glanced at the simple clothes worn by A Jian and several Xu Jiajun soldiers. He hesitated for two seconds and then nodded to his confidants.
The confidant asked: "How much?"
A Jian didn't answer, but looked at the remaining three Xu Jiajun soldiers and asked them if they had any extra clothes.
It would take four or five days to pick up someone from Zhuojun, so I naturally had spare clothes.
However, it’s either completely new, or I don’t know if a master like Sima Fang can accept it.
A Jian didn't care about these people's hypocrisy, so he asked the soldier who was similar in stature to Sima Fang to take out a set of spare military uniforms and handed it to Sima Fang.
"Do you know how to wear it?" A Jian asked seriously.
He heard from Sister Yue that nobles of this status need help in dressing.
Sima Fang looked at the serious face of the young man, feeling inexplicably being looked down upon. He frowned and replied with two words: "I know."
"Oh, that's fine, let's get in the car and keep walking." Ajian nodded with satisfaction, turned around, walked to the horse, and got on the horse.
Sima Fang: "..."
The group of people continued to move forward. On the carriage, the entourage looked at the Xu Family Army uniforms in front of them and subconsciously wanted to wait for the master to change into them.
Sima Fang said coldly: "I'll do it myself!"
The confidant's eyes were filled with distress, "Master, you have been wronged."
Is it wrong to wear a military uniform made of cotton?
The Xu Jiajun soldiers who were driving the carriage twitched their lips slightly.
I'm afraid these people still don't know that Xu Jiajun's military uniforms are of the highest quality and most handsome among all clothing.
Even if the soldiers wear old military uniforms, when they take them home and their families put them on, the whole village will come up to touch them with envy.
Sima Fang didn't know what the soldiers outside were complaining about. He was currently researching whether Xu Jiajun's pants would get stuck in his crotch.
After thinking about it for a while, I wanted to do as the Romans do and experience it in depth. I endured the discomfort of wearing other people's old clothes and put on this military uniform.
The upper body is a mid-length cotton-padded jacket with a neutral collar, two pockets on the chest, two pockets on the hem, and two pockets on the upper arms. The entire dress is buttoned and comes with a black belt.
The lower body is made of straight-leg cotton trousers with leg locks. There are three sizes of buttons on the waist. You can button them to the one that suits you without sagging.
There are two trouser pockets on the side of the pants, which have a very large capacity and can accommodate personal items such as seals, handkerchiefs, coins, etc.
Because it is a complete set, it also comes with cotton socks and low-cut leather boots.
The soldiers washed the socks very clean, and they were still the original off-white color. Because the material used was elastic, the wrapping properties were very good.
I was just curious at first, but after I actually wore it on my feet, Sima Fang smelled really good.
These socks are easier to wear than the silk ones on his feet, they fit perfectly!
Then put on leather boots of similar sizes, and your feet will feel particularly solid when stepping on the ground.
And because the trousers are cuffed, cold wind cannot blow in. Such a pair of neither thin nor thick cotton trousers is warmer than his previous three layers inside and three outside.
Especially the mid-length cotton jacket that I wear, which just covers my hips, unlike a robe with a belt, which always catches wind on my waist.
"Comfortable!" Sima Fang exclaimed in surprise, "No wonder they all wear it like this."
"Although there is nothing elegant or Confucian style, it is indeed very practical. If you don't have to go out, it is not bad to wear at home."
Sima Fang told his followers: "If you go to a town and see someone selling these clothes, buy a few more sets and take them back with you, and wear them in rotation when you are at home."
The attendant nodded, it should be.
Several pairs of eyes in the car were staring at Sima Fang's clothes, wanting to touch them, but they didn't dare to do so due to their differences in dignity.
They also wanted to know whether these strange-looking clothes were really that comfortable.
The Xu Jiajun soldiers who were driving the carriage smiled proudly as they listened to the movement in the carriage.
The wheels rolled forward, and the concrete road was not bumpy at all. Before they knew it, the group of people arrived at the mining area.
There are rocks all over here, and it is a relatively large quarry in Yuyang County.
Ever since the black powder was produced by Xu Fubao and others, there have been explosions in the quarry from time to time.
The rumbling sound spread throughout the valley and echoed for a long time.
When villagers who don't know the situation pass by, they are always startled by the noise coming from deep in the valley.
A Jian was about to remind Sima Fang, but before he could speak, a loud "bang" came out of the valley, frightening Sima Fang and his party.
"What happened?"
"Did the mountain collapse?"
"Protect the master!"
The guards were in shock. After hearing the orders from their henchmen, they immediately surrounded the carriage, drew out their weapons, and looked around in panic to prevent any accident.
At the same time, they also stared at A Jian and the four of them with wary eyes, fearing that they thought they were going to set up an ambush here to assassinate Sima Fang.
Seeing this scene, A Jian and his companions looked at each other and smiled helplessly.
"Don't panic, this is the quarry in the valley blasting rocks, let's keep walking!" Ajian explained loudly.
However, as soon as he finished explaining, the newly built steam gravel machine made a loud noise again, and the guards who were about to put down their weapons all raised their weapons again.
Ajian held his forehead and explained again: "It's a stone crushing machine. Let's keep walking. It's noisy here. It'll be fine when we get to the valley ahead!"
"Master?" The confidant looked at Sima Fang, who was frightened.
The sound of the machine's operation was still echoing in his ears. Sima Fang raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and quickly calmed down.
He chose to believe in Xu Jiajun.
After all, there was no reason for them to use these methods to assassinate him.
"Follow them." Sima Fang ordered.
After receiving the order, the guards dared to continue taking action, riding their horses to follow A Jian who was leading the way.
The group of people walked for five minutes, and the movement in the quarry was completely cut off by the mountains and rivers.
Sima Fang was still frightened and couldn't stay in the carriage any longer.
In addition, he also wanted to test whether the military uniform he was wearing was resistant to freezing. Regardless of the obstruction of his followers, he got out of the carriage and sat on the shaft of the carriage with the soldiers driving the carriage.
The cold wind blew along the river beach, which made my face feel cold, but it was still bearable.
The soldier looked at him suspiciously.
Sima Fang grinned with a kind smile: "Lagging?"
The soldier asked awkwardly: "What are you talking about?"
