Xiao Han chuckled, sat up from the recliner, and turned behind Zhang Qiang with his hands behind his back.
Zhang Qiang prepared a total of four kinds of glassware this time. They were not the best ones made by Xiao Da, nor were they the worst ones. They could only be regarded as some of the more average ones among the bunch.
In just two days, Xiao Da was able to use the air blowing method to make beautiful vases, and with constant experiments, he was now able to use an iron rod to roll out the sheet glass Xiao Han said, which was basically the same.
The colorless and transparent one!
Except that the surface is not very smooth, the waterproof and light transmittance is definitely a thousand times better than the current paper glass, and it can be used in windows.
Unfortunately, in order to keep it secret, Xiao Han could only store them in a cave first, hoping to make enough money first, and then use them to replace the paper windows that were always broken by wind and rain.
"Hey, I'm just a little worried. Can anyone buy it? Everyone has no money now..."
Seeing Zhang Qiang carefully placing the four boxes into a basket covered with straw, Xiao Han began to worry about the sales of these things. After all, the treasury was so clean that the rats could starve to death...
The busy Zhang Qiang turned around and glanced at Xiao Han with a very contemptuous look, and then said while working: "It's you who have no money, the treasury has no money, it's not others who have no money!"
Xiao Han was a little confused. He looked at Zhang Qiang stupidly and asked: "The country has no money, so who still has money?"
"Look at how you look like a country bumpkin. Have you ever heard of the Seven Sects and Five Surnames?"
Xiao Han shook his head, he didn't study history in junior high school...
"Have you heard of the Eight Pillar Kingdoms? Have you heard of the famous families of the Southern Dynasties? Have you heard of the Shandong aristocratic families?"
Strange terms popped out of Zhang Qiang's mouth one after another. Poor Xiao Han could only shake his head, feeling like his neck was shaking off. How could a newcomer like him with no basic knowledge have access to these things?
Zhang Qiang didn't expect Xiao Han to know this. He glanced at Xiao Han with a look of confusion, carefully put the basket behind his back, patted his butt, and finally said to Xiao Han: "There are many rich people in this world.
, the wealth accumulated by a real thousand-year-old family is beyond your imagination. Wait, you'd better pray that I can catch a big fish tonight!
"There are so many rich people?" Xiao Han was a little moved when he heard this, and pulled Zhang Qiang who was about to leave: "Why don't I follow you and learn more about them?"
Zhang Qiang is willing to take him with him. Not to mention the burden, this guy refuses to obey orders and has a horrifying personality. If something is discovered, this plan to make a fortune will be completely ruined?
"Just stay at home and take care of yourself. I won't bother you anymore. Goodbye!"
Xiao Han watched Zhang Qiang run away on horseback with hatred, and gestured a long middle finger behind him...
"I've been to more night markets than you have been to the vegetable markets! If you don't take me with you, I won't even bother to go there!"
Although I said that, my eyes still looked at Chang'an from a distance with yearning. What did this ancient ghost market look like? Is it the same as the one in Beijing?
Do not meet each other in trade, place things straight next to each other, they come together in the middle of the night, the roosters crow and disperse, and people get foreign objects from them?
Xiao Han didn't know about the ghost market. In fact, others knew very little about it. No one could tell when this thing appeared. They only knew that there was such an organization before the Jin Dynasty. Officials also knew about it, and wealthy businessmen knew about it. I guess
The emperor also knew it.
But after so many years, it has never been banned. After all, no one can tell whether there is something shady to be shot at...
Zhang Qiang and his party of about ten people, all of whom were very agile, galloped over a hundred miles with their horses whipped up, and managed to enter Chang'an City before it got completely dark.
When the annoying Jingjie drum sounded in Chang'an, Zhang Qiang and his party had already turned around and ran towards Xiao Han's house in Chang'an. The ghost market only opened in the middle of the night. During this free time, they needed to take a good rest in order to cope with it.
This has never been experienced before.
Xiao Han's old house in Chang'an has not been visited by outsiders for several days. Since Xiao Han left, this once bustling mansion seems to have been forgotten, and it is so quiet that you can catch birds in front of the door.
Although the door was wiped clean by the auxiliary soldiers who stayed behind, it looked like there was no life at all. The owner of the house was not here, and even the mansion had lost its soul.
The drum sound of closing the gate of the house sounded. Lao Jiang, who had been sitting in the concierge for a day, sighed deeply, stood up with a stooped body, and was about to close the side door. However, the main entrance of the Hou Mansion was closed after the Marquis left.
Opened it again.
"Da da da da..."
There was a crisp sound of horse hoofbeats. Lao Jiang's hand when pushing the door shook, and he turned to look in front of the door!
This voice is so familiar, it must be someone from the family. There are no horseshoes for outsiders now!
Lao Jiang was not disappointed this time. After a burst of rapid horse hoofbeats, Zhang Qiang's familiar figure appeared in Lao Jiang's sight.
At the same time, the auxiliary soldiers accompanying Zhang Qiang also saw Lao Jiang at the door, and the smiles on their faces suddenly bloomed!
"There's someone at home!"
Seeing the familiar family members, Lao Jiang rubbed his eyes to make sure that he was not dazzled, and immediately shouted into the house at the top of his throat, and at the same time excitedly pushed the door as hard as he could, so that the few people could go home quickly!
Several exclamations of surprise were heard from a distance in the house, and a figure quickly ran towards the gate.
The auxiliary soldier on horseback outside the door laughed and got off his horse, jumped up the steps in a few steps, and helped Lao Jiang push the door open!
"How are you at home? How is Mr. Hou?"
Seeing his former brothers coming over, Lao Jiang smiled like a flower. After pushing the door open, he couldn't wait to reach out and pat this one and hit that one. These are his brothers of life and death. No need to be polite, just a movement or a look.
, you can feel the deep brotherhood.
The people who came this time were all slightly younger and more skilled players. They all stood around and were surrounded by their families. They could only keep saying: "Okay, everything is fine at home. The Marquis has always been thinking about you. Let us do it for him."
Look at you!”
"Okay, okay, Mr. Hou, that's good!" Lao Jiang was so happy that he didn't know what to say. Seeing how many people were still at the door, he quickly pulled him into the house.
"Come in, come in, talk inside the room, don't stand outside the door, hurry up!"
After leading the horse into the house, the door slammed shut, and laughter could be heard going away from the door.
This sudden visitor to the house made all the old auxiliary soldiers who stayed behind extremely happy. As soon as the door was closed, there was no need to ask whether they had eaten or not. After all, they had to eat again!
Those who knew how to cook ran to the kitchen. The Marquis was not at home and there was no good food, but it did not affect their interest at all.
Since Xiao Han left, they have returned to their old days of simple meals. This is not because Xiao Han is stingy. In fact, Xiao Han specially left a sum of money for them, but these people are always reluctant to buy meat, and even the vegetables are only the most.
The cheaper ones, in Lao Jiang’s words, didn’t even have enough to eat before, but now that they have lived a good life, they have forgotten their roots?
(Suddenly someone asked me, why is it that the first person in your book is all about me? I wonder what to write about if you don’t write about me? Sajia? Xiaoke? Isn’t it a little weird? In fact, the word "I" is replaced by one, then
It's "I" but I have been reluctant to use it, even Liu Hongji didn't give it to him. In my heart, the person who used this word must be "that" fellow students, Xiaohe, guess who it is?)
