I am old in the Han Dynasty

Xie Lang couldn't help but said: "The paper on it can't be peeled off, what kind of paper do you use when the bamboo curtain is used up?"

"I said yes." Xie Jiankang carefully removed the paper from the bamboo curtain. Even though it was rotten, he still folded it and handed it to Xie Lang, "The first piece of paper you made."

Xie Lang stuffed his hands around his waist, "Just to wipe his butt."

Xie Jiankang staggered and nearly fell to the ground. He looked back and saw Xie Lang who seemed to really think so, "Whatever you want. Anyway, no one buys this kind of paper."

Xie Lang has been wiping his butt with leaves and even bark for the past six months.Back then, he was so annoying by the villagers that he took people up the mountain to cut bamboo, and taught the villagers to make a lot of money for the purpose of making butt wipes.

He had wanted to say this for a long time, but today he finally said it, Xie Lang immediately felt better, and the sky was bluer than before.

"You guys do it. If you do something bad, give it to me. I'll keep it to wipe my ass." Xie Lang repeated again, reminding everyone that he wasn't joking.

Everyone thought he said that just to block Qianli and Xie Jiankang, and continued to work with a smile, not taking his words to heart at all.

Xie Lang couldn't help walking over, emphasizing again, "I'm serious."

"We didn't say you were joking. Like the piece of paper in your arms, it is useless except to wipe your butt." Xie Bowen said, "Let your little Qi write on it, and you have to change it when the two words are full, little Seven is not willing to use it." It is not as good as bamboo slips, which can be written one line at a time.

Xie Lang asked curiously, "Aren't you worried about working for nothing?"

"Who are we doing this for?" Xie Jiankang couldn't help turning his head and staring at him.

Xie Lang nodded, "Me. But none of you can. The paper you copy is either too thick or too thin. No one who can afford paper will ask me to buy it."

"No way?" Xie Jiankang looked at the bamboo curtain in his hand, "It's pretty even."

Xie Jiankang's hands shook when he picked up the first piece of paper in his life. Xie Lang could see clearly that even if the piece of paper could be made, it would be half thick and half thin.

Xie Lang smiled and said, "A bet?"

Xie Jiankang hesitated, but dared not.

Xie Lang: "Although you are helping me make paper, you are also using my paper to practice your hands." Pointing to the bamboo material on the shelf next to it, "It would be nice to make half of this much. If you use it to wipe your ass, I guess Enough for me and Xiao Qi to use until this time next year."

"I'll try." Xie Bowen didn't believe in evil, picked up a new bamboo curtain, and swung it in the water tank, but he didn't take it out.

Xie Guang couldn't help asking, "Father, what are you doing?"

"Not yet." Xie Bowen said seriously.

Xie Lang laughed, "Brother Bowen, make a bet, your piece of paper is twice as thick as the one in my waist."

Xie Bowen quickly took it out, and the bamboo curtain shook, "It's broken!"

"Don't put it in when it comes out of the water." Xie Lang said, "I heard a story before." In order to avoid people's constant questioning, I changed the "Oil Seller" written by Ouyang Xiu, "There is a man who can't shoot arrows. He wanted to find a famous teacher to teach him. He suffered from a poor family and had no money to learn from a teacher. One day he took a gourd to buy oil. You all know that the mouth of the gourd is very small. When the oil seller poured oil into the gourd, it didn't leak a single drop.

"The man thought that the old oil seller was a hermit, and he wanted to worship him as his teacher. The oil seller said, I'm not a very powerful person. It's just that I'm familiar with it. You use my things to practice, and you don't need to use your eyes when you make it yourself." Look, it’s okay to take it out directly. Now, if you put it in and take it out again, it won’t be much better than before.”

Xie Bowen's arrow technique is not bad, it is indeed obtained through practice, but Xie Lang has never practiced, "Why is your piece of paper so thin?"

"My arms are steady and my hands don't shake." Xie Lang's paper was just even.They feel thinner than before.In fact, it is much thicker than the bamboo paper of later generations.

Word of mouth is useless.

Xie Lang picked up a new bamboo curtain, swung it in the tank a few times, then took it out and handed it to Xie Jiankang, "Have you shaken it yet?"

Everyone watched carefully, from the time the water came out of the bamboo curtain to Xie Jiankang's hand, they didn't even shake.

Xie Guang asked curiously, "Have you practiced?"

"I often forge iron, and my arms are strong." Xie Lang said, seeing Xie Jiankang buckle the bamboo curtain upside down on the mud, "What are you doing?"

Xie Jiankang: "Stack the paper on top, build a roadway here later, put the mud on the roadway, light the fire underneath to heat the mud, and dry it with the heat of the mud."

"Really?" Xie Lang had only seen bamboo papers drying one by one, and the made bamboo paper was snow white, not slightly yellowed like his.That's why I thought my first attempt had failed.

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Xie Jiankang said, "If it's broken, I'll let you wipe your ass."

"Okay. Just do this." Xie Lang liked hearing this sentence the most.With a wave of his big hand, he led people to move the remaining bricks in his yard.

Xie Lang built the laneway, Xie Jiankang, Xie Jianye, Xie Bowen and Xie Dalang also copied out a lot of paper.When the four of them are tired, they will change to others.Because they are all newbies, some are thick and some are thin, and they can't bear to look at them before drying.

After drying, it is even more impossible to see.

Even if the paper they make is better than that of their ancestors, the rich people in Chang'an City will not buy it.Because I bought it, except for my own use in the study, I can't see anyone at all.

Everyone was wondering how much Xie Lang's batch of bamboo paper could sell for just now, and now they were most worried about Xie Lang's withdrawal of money, and secondly, they were worried that Xie Lang would not let them make the paper and buy it by themselves.

If Xie Lang's purpose of making paper was to bind it into a book and save it for copying, he would definitely not let them copy it.But for Xie Lang himself, the butt is more important than the book, so let them make a fuss.

It's best if you don't do it well. If he puts it in the toilet, Xie Jiankang and Xie Jianye won't talk about him as a prodigal.

It was Xie Lang's seemingly generous appearance, the men in the sericulture were full of energy, and "damaged" all the bamboo materials of Xie Lang's family the day before Jiujiu Chongyang.

All the men involved in making paper have developed the ability to make paper with one hand.Also keep the process of making bamboo paper in mind.

Xie Lang picked out the ones that were intact and uniform in thickness in public, and everyone wanted to find an excuse to go home, because it was only [-]%.

Thirty percent of the mess can only be used as toilet paper.One piece is missing, and [-]% of them can practice calligraphy.Forty percent of them are uneven in thickness.

Take it to sell in the city, and the uneven thickness can only be sold to students who have not yet entered official positions and have no salary.And these people can't afford high prices.That [-]% can be sold to nobles, but Xie Lang said that he intends to give it to the prince... the villagers will help him calculate it, and sell it unevenly, barely earning back the money for the iron pot and lime.

Everyone watched Xie Lang wrap the intact paper with torn paper, and they began to worry that he would get angry.However, Xie Lang didn't get angry until Xie Lang said, "Do you want to make paper? These things in my house can be used by you. But they can only be used until next year's busy season. After the busy season, I have to make paper."

"Aren't you angry?" Xie Bowen pointed to the pile of torn papers beside him.

Xie Lang: "I expected that. Besides, it wasn't for Uncle Qian Lizheng to help me think of a way. I just peeled it off one by one. I'm afraid I don't even have these." Pointing to the pile of papers that were intact, "I don't have any shortages for the time being. If you don’t make money this year, it’s not too late to make money next year.”

"You really think so?" Xie Jiankang asked.

Xie Lang nodded, "Yes. You have done so much, and I have the paper to wipe my butt, which is considered a windfall."

"Your heart is not so big."

Everyone couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Xie Lang thought to himself, I don't have a big heart, how can I get you to be willing to help me for nearly two months, "Should I do it after harvesting the beans, or do it after tomorrow?"

After two months of busy work, everyone was very tired, "Take back the soybeans and do it again."

The young man who had never experienced anything before heard Xie Lang say, "Small wealth is peace", and still felt that he was timid.On the day of the Moon Worship Festival, relatives came to every household. The first sentence when entering the door and the last sentence before leaving were all asking how much money they had made recently.Those who are annoyed and want to get angry but can't get angry wish that their family is still as poor as before.I don't think Xie Lang is timid either.

These people just want to make bamboo paper next year.But he was also worried that he was not proficient enough, wasting so much like Xie Lang did this time, and would not be able to make any money, so he decided to try it after the autumn harvest.

With the virtue of the villagers in silkworm farming who love money, Xie Lang thought they would do it the day after tomorrow.

Seeing everyone talking about the autumn harvest without hesitation, I knew that they were taught to be human by their relatives.

Xie Lang didn't laugh at them either, "Don't chop too old bamboos. Try to chop last year's bamboos. When chopping, you should watch carefully and choose densely packed places to chop."

"Don't go to the mountains." Xie Bowen pointed to the southeast, "The bamboo we planted ourselves has grown, so let's try using the bamboo there."

Xie Lang thought that the bamboo forest had more than ten acres, "The ones over there are fine. Too dense growth is not conducive to the growth of bamboo."

"Yes." Xie Bowen said and looked at Xie Jiankang, "There is also an empty space between the mulberry trees and mulberry trees by the north ditch. I think it can be planted with bamboo."

Xie Lang quickly said, "It can only be planted outside."

"I know. Planting it on our side will block the crops." The crops cannot see the sun, and the harvested wheat grains are all shriveled.If you can't come out, you have to spend money to buy food, which is not worth the loss.

Xie Lang felt relieved, "You can figure it out. I've been too busy recently, and my little Qi has become a mud child. Help me move these to the main room. I have to make something delicious for Xiao Qi, and then shed his skin. "

"Think of your little Qi as a tiger." Xie Jianye frowned and said, "Shedding? You can figure it out."

Xie Lang turned his head to look for Xiao Qi but couldn't find him. He probably led the golden monkey, tiger and little wolf out to play again, "He's a monkey boy now. The monkey follows wherever he goes."

"It's getting dark, don't talk nonsense." Xie Jiankang interrupted him, "You can rest for two days when you move back home, and then make columbine carts for the villagers. It will be cold in a few days, and the hammer is like ice, what do you think? If you can’t do it, they’re talking about you again.” He glanced at the people who hadn’t left yet.

Everyone quickly said: "There is nothing. It will only be used in the spring of next year. Don't worry, don't worry."

"Speaking of this, it's time to pay taxes, right?" Xie Lang looked at everyone.

Xie Jiankang counted the days, "The pavilion chief has to come after the autumn harvest. Please remind everyone to prepare money or food."

"What else are you reminding, it's all here." Xie Lang looked at the crowd, "Did you hear me?"

In the past, most of the people in the sericulture industry used grain instead.This year, when I have money and can have a full meal, I will keep the food by coincidence.

He promised Xie Lang, and when he got home, he asked the woman in the family to prepare the money.When the pavilion chief came, he sent it directly to Xie Lang's house.

After a summer, the main room of Xie Lang's house was completely dry, and Xie Lang didn't worry about it getting moldy when the paper was put in, but he felt very uncomfortable looking at the mess, so he was ready to tidy it up.

The next day, Xie Lang began to polish the wood for the floor.

All the golden nanmu that is going to be used for paving the floor are ready, and the beans are ripe before the paving begins.

With the help of Xie Jianye's family and the villagers, Xie Lang worked hard for two days. After receiving the beans at home, there was a heavy rain.

After the heavy rain, the beans that fell on the ground all germinated, Xie Lang led Xiao Qi to gather the bean sprouts in the field.

The green bean sprouts were poured into a hot iron pan and stir-fried. The aroma rushed to the face and rushed straight to the nostrils. The child watching the fire couldn't help but swallowed, "It smells so good."

Xie Lang couldn't help swallowing, "It's very fragrant." No chili, ginger, or even salt was added, but lard was used to make it so fragrant. It's an iron pot."

"Iron pot smells good." The child doesn't understand the difference between an iron pot and a pottery urn, but he knows that cooking in a pottery pot doesn't smell as good.

Xie Lang glanced at him with a smile, "Wait until it smells good." As he spoke, sprinkle some salt in, stir-fry twice to put the bean sprouts out, then add some water to it, put it in a bamboo drawer, and cook it for him in the morning. Put the dead noodles on top, cover the pot, "Follow me to wash your hands."

The child stuffed all the firewood in, washed his face and hands, moved a straw mat and knelt down in front of the round wooden pier, and Xie Lang brought over the vegetables and bread.

Xiaoqi reached out and grabbed the dough.

"Wait a minute." Xie Lang chose a thin translucent noodle cake for him, put some bean sprouts in it, "roll it up and take a bite."

The child took a big bite, smashed his mouth, "It's more delicious than meat? Third Master." His eyes widened in shock, and he couldn't believe that vegetables are more delicious than meat.

The chewy noodle cake, refreshing and delicious bean sprouts, served with fragrant lard, not bland nor greasy, let alone a child who has never eaten like this, Xie Lang, who is used to eating all kinds of dishes in his previous life, took a bite I can't wait to swallow it with my tongue, seeing the child like this, I didn't say he was exaggerating, "Can we do it better tomorrow?"

The child nodded like a pounding garlic.Glancing at the golden monkey to look at him, "Give it to brother monkey?"

"Your monkey brother may not like it." Xie Lang put some noodles on the monkey's cake, rolled it up and stuffed it in its hand, "Eat it."

Monkeys like meat, like fruit, and dislike pasta.Facing Xie Lang's "hospitality", the golden monkey dared not refuse, fearing that the magical monster would cut off its food.

The golden monkey really didn't want to eat it, so it simply stuffed the whole thing into its mouth, intending to swallow it in one gulp.

It's a good idea, but it's difficult to realize, because its throat is not that thick, so it can only chew and then swallow.

After chewing the crisp and refreshing bean sprouts, the golden monkey stared straight.

The golden monkey knows bean sprouts.It is petite and cannot grab food compared to other monkeys. It is so hungry that it goes down the mountain to look for food.Seeing that the ground was full of green things, the golden monkey pulled it out and stuffed it into his mouth, it was so unpalatable that he felt like vomiting.As a result, the golden monkey once sympathized with human beings, what do they eat.

A dignified human being is not as good as a monkey.

The little white tiger invited the monkey to stay because he told the monkey that it had meat to eat.Facts have proved that the little white tiger is not talking nonsense, not only has meat, but also many fruits that it has never eaten or seen.

Even so, the golden monkey also sympathizes with human beings except Xie Lang and Xiao Qi - human beings are not as good as monkeys.

But now, the golden monkey looked at the green bean sprouts in the vegetable bowl, and felt that human beings were not worthy of sympathy at all.What is worthy of sympathy is that it failed to get to know the magical weirdo earlier, and lived in the open for two years, which almost killed its life.

"You still want to eat?" Xie Lang turned to Hou'er.

The golden monkey couldn't understand, so he pointed at the vegetable bowl and muttered.

Bean sprouts grow fast, they just emerge today, they will grow out tomorrow, and the leaves will be separated the day after tomorrow.Xie Lang considered that if he didn't pick it today, it would be a waste to stay in the field, so he and Xiao Qi picked up a lot, and fired them all at once.

Xie Lang looked at the bean sprouts in the bowl, guessing that he and Xiao Qi couldn't finish a meal, so he gave Hou'er half a bowl, "Eat it."

The monkey stretched out his hand and stuffed it into his mouth, but when he ate it, he found that something was wrong in his mouth, not the taste just now.

What's wrong?Fantastic weirdos are eating too, and the bean sprouts are sure to be fine.

The golden monkey caught a glimpse of the cake in Xie Lang's hand, stretched out its paw, and gave the monkey a piece.

"You don't want to eat?" Xie Lang broke off half of what he was holding and gave it to it.

Monkey imitated Xie Lang holding the cake with his left hand and the vegetables with his right, and nodded with satisfaction, that's right.

Xie Lang laughed, "Xiao Qi, I think your Brother Hou will become a master sooner or later."

"What is becoming a spirit?" The child didn't quite understand.

Xie Lang wanted to say, transform into a human.Worried about scaring the children, "Smart people are like people, and become monkey spirits."

"Brother Monkey is smart." The child said.

Xie Lang: "I mean smarter."

The child turned to look at his brother Hou, "I think so too." He nodded his head seriously.

Xie Lang burst out laughing.

The child looked at him with wide eyes, what was he laughing at?

"I'm happy to think that we will be able to move into the main room in a few days." Xie Lang said nonsense.

The child immediately asked, "When will you move in?"

"I'll finish the door, and we'll move in." Xie Lang said.

Xiao Qi then said, "I'll help the third master."

"Okay." Xie Lang responded, not wanting the child to help at all.

After the meal, the livestock pens were cleaned up, some lime was sprinkled to disinfect them, the dirty clothes and shoes were cleaned, and Xie Lang put on coarse linen clothes to lay the floor.

Working alone for three days, the two bedrooms were done, and the living room was also done, and Xie Lang was too dirty.

After fooling the child out, Xie Lang turned on the water to take a bath.

When he took a shower, he found that his hair was very long, Xie Lang hesitated for a moment, and cut it to the shawl, barely able to tie it up.Then he put on new clothes, wrapped his wet hair with a clean cloth, and went to call Xiao Qi.

After returning to change Xiao Qi into clean clothes, Xie Lang took the shovel and led Xiao Qi to add graves to Xie Sanlang's parents.

When they arrived at the grave, Xie Lang and Xiao Qi knelt down and kowtowed three times without saying a word.

Then let the child get up, Xie Lang continued to kneel, pointed to the child beside him and said, "He is my adopted child Xie Xiaoqi." When I unfortunately go away in the future, let Xiao Qi come to add graves to you, "I hope you May he be obedient all his life and grow old safely." Then he let the child play by himself.

Xie Lang dug a two-foot-deep hole in front of the grave, put his hair in and said, "I heard people say that his body is hair and skin, and he received it from his parents. Xie Sanlang's body is occupied by me, forgive me for not being able to return it to you for the time being. Just let his hair stay with you first.

"I don't know where Sanlang's soul has gone. If I'm with you, please trouble him to attach it to your hair first. Your relatives, I will help you take care of them, and I will let the silkworm farmers remember forever." Thank you Saburo'."

Xie Lang kowtowed three more times after saying this, and then led the child back.

Passing by his family's two fields, Xie Lang couldn't help but stop and looked at the two wastelands. The more he looked at them, the more he felt it was a pity, and he really wanted to plant something in the fields.

But what kind?

The sweet potatoes were still buried in the ground, and it would be frost when he pulled them out.Cotton, the flowers are all down.After searching all the old people in the village, he found out that this kind of flower needs to be artificially pollinated.Otherwise, whether it can bear fruit depends entirely on God's will.As a result, the sky was not on Xie Lang's side this time, not only the cotton behind his house, but also the cotton on the mountain failed to bloom a single white flower.

Even if it produces fruit and white flowers, it cannot be planted.Gein he hasn't been able to make something that takes cottonseed.

Xie Lang went back and forth three times around the two fields. Xie Jianye, who was digging the cesspit outside, couldn't help but walked over and asked, "Sanlang, what are you looking at?"

"I want to grow some wheat in this field." Xie Lang didn't dare to point to the eight mu of land behind his house, but pointed to the six mu of land on the west side of the road.

Xie Jianye put down his shovel and walked over, "Now?"

Xie Lang nodded.

"Don't think it's a one-off." Xie Jianye frowned.

Xie Lang knew why he said this, because no one had ever done it before, "Use the wheat you gave me as wheat seeds. If it doesn't work, forget it. After you mature, harvest it so you don't delay planting millet, and you will have another harvest. You are not happy ?”

"These six acres of land will be used for food." Xie Jianye reminded him.

Xie Lang said: "My family's food has piled up into mountains."

Xie Jianye remembered that he saw sixty shi of grain in his eight mu of land, and the villagers asked him to exchange it for a catty and a half for a catty. In this way, the sum of his own millet and wheat was not as much as that of Xie Lang's family.Don't blame him for messing around.

"Why don't you try it? It's snowing and you're all freezing to death. Don't cry." Xie Jianye said.

Xie Lang shook his head, "Since I am planting, I must be mentally prepared to be frozen to death." Then, he looked up at Xie Jianye, "However, I have to trouble you to help me pull the dung. Plow in the afternoon, rake tomorrow, plant tomorrow afternoon .”

Xie Jianye didn't even think about it, "Success!" He went back to the house to find the cart.

At first, when the villagers saw him pulling manure, they mistakenly thought that he thought there was too much manure piled up at the door.In the afternoon, when I saw him go out with a plow on his shoulders, people who beat bamboo to make paper at his door followed suit.

"Sanlang, what are you doing plowing now?" Xie Bowen asked.

Xie Lang told everyone what he said to Xie Jianye again.All the young and old in the silkworm farm thought he was talking nonsense.

On second thought, if it is really possible, they can plant like this next year, and hope that Xie Lang can succeed.

While everyone in the sericulture was tangled, Xie Lang also plowed the eight mu of land behind his house.

Everyone couldn't understand again, "If this land is not planted, why are you plowing it?"

"I'm worried that there are worms underneath, so I turn the ground over and freeze the worms to death, so I don't have to worry about worms when I grow wheat next year." Xie Lang said honestly.

Everyone didn't know what to say.Because I had never done this before, and I couldn't help but believe him, people with cows and donkeys simply took their animals and plowed the land.

After they finished plowing, it rained again, and when the weather cleared, others borrowed their animals to plow the field too.

The pavilion chief came to collect the tax money, saw the land in the silkworm farm being refurbished, and blurted out, "Everyone in your village is idle."

"It's free." Recently, silkworm farming has been very popular, Xie Lang didn't want thieves to visit on New Year's Eve, so he didn't explain to the pavilion chief, gave the pavilion chief the money, and went back to the house to make doors and windows.

After the doors and windows were installed, and the damaged door was replaced with red toon wood, Xie Lang still didn't move into the new house because he had to make a couch.

Considering that Xiaoqi will sleep alone in two years when she is in junior high school, she made two couches out of ebony and two big wardrobes before moving into the new house.

By this time it had cooled down.But at this time there was no cotton-padded clothes, so Xie Lang wanted to buy silk from the villagers to make two silk jackets and trousers, but he was also worried that the villagers would say that he was a prodigal.

After thinking for a long time, Xie Lang decided to take Xie Dalang's car and go to the city to buy some fur clothes.

Seeing this, Xie Dalang couldn't help saying, "Just bear with it and let it pass."

"I can bear it, but Xiaoqi can't bear it." Xie Lang said, "Your family has also made a lot of money this year, let's buy one for each of the children."

Xie Dalang was reluctant, so he just hid under the covers in the cold weather.

But when he saw Xiaoqi put on the fluffy clothes, his little face was flushed, and thinking about his own child's pale face, he gritted his teeth and bought three to take back.

Naturally, Yao Guizhi talked about it when he got home.

Xie Dalang said that Xie Lang bought four pieces, and he and Xiao Qi each had two pieces.

As soon as this remark came out, Yao Guizhi stopped talking about him, and instead talked about Xie Lang not being able to live a good life, and there will be plenty of places to spend money in the future.

Xie Jianye reminded her that there was still a pile of papers in Xie Lang's house, Yao Guizhi was speechless immediately.

Xie Lang moved into his new house, so he put the good paper in his bedroom, and the paper with uneven thickness in the east living room.Butt wipes are piled up in the easternmost grain room.

At first Xie Lang was worried about the presence of mice, but later he found that there were no mouse hairs, so he didn't worry about it anymore.However, he didn't know that Yao Guizhi didn't talk about it, but other people in the village did.

This has to start from the seventh.

Xiao Qi doesn't like beauty, but the furry and warm clothes are bought by his third master. Xiao Qi wants everyone to know how much his third master loves him. When he gets home, he leads golden monkeys, tigers and little wolves around to raise silkworms Turn around.

The next day, after breakfast, Xiao Qi ran outside.

Xie Lang reminded him, "If you show off again, you will be beaten."

"No. I'll let them buy it from their parents." The child ran out, came back after a while, and shouted when he entered the door, "Master, Master——"

Xie Lang quickly came out of the room, "Been beaten?"

"No." The child shook his head vigorously, pointed to his clothes, and said in disbelief, "It's all there."

Xie Lang asked in surprise, "All of them?"

The child nodded vigorously, "All of them."

It seems that group of people really made money this year.

Xie Lang smiled and said, "It's okay. The third master will get you a fox fur suit some other day, which is better than theirs. It's impossible for them to learn from you if they want to. Are you happy?"

Xiao Qi didn't answer and asked instead, "The third master also has one?"

Xie Lang nodded, "Me too."

Xiao Qi was happy, she opened her hands and threw herself on the golden monkey.Then he stood up abruptly, "Third Master, Brother Hou has no clothes."

"You Brother Monkey—I'll sew two pieces for you later." Xie Lang wanted to say, your Brother Monkey's skin is its clothes.Thinking that he would have to learn how to make clothes sooner or later, he decided to practice his hands with three of his family.

As soon as he said it, Xie Lang immediately turned out the needlework and made a vest for the three little ones.

Xie Lang made it so rough that it was finished that night.

The next day, when Xie Lang was making coffee tables and small benches at home, Xiao Qi led the golden monkey, tiger and little wolf to show off.

It's not to show off that animals wear clothes, or to show off that the clothes on Brother Hou's body are made by his third master, to show how powerful his third master is.

The women who were waiting for the oily skin to be baked at Xie Zhongwu's gate didn't notice the monkey's clothes, which were long on one side and short on the other, with needles in a mess.

"Your third master did this?" Xiaoqi's second aunt Qian Xiaohua asked intentionally.

Xiaoqi nodded, and said with an appearance of "my third master is the best", "Yes. My third master will finish it in half a day."

"I can make ten pieces of this kind of clothes a day." When Qian Xiaohua said it, she couldn't help cursing, Xie Sanlang is not good at everything.

Xiao Qi blurted out, "You can make ten pieces for me, Brother Monkey."