Cannon Fodder's Humanoid Plug-in

From nerd to emperor

Yan Chen will not stay long when he returns to his hometown, counting his schedule, he will return to Beijing in a few days.

The time left for Wang Ji to play is very short.

But he was not at all ashamed of Yan Chen's expectations of him.

On the day when Yanchen set off, the streets and alleys of Chongming County were already filled with gossip that "the son of Shunyuan is stealing sick".

This "stealing disease" was probably inspired by Mo Xiang.

After all, if you just say "The Prince Shunyuan is a thief", most people may not believe it: You are the Prince, and your family is rich and powerful, so why should you steal from you?

Wang Ji avoided such doubts very well.

He made up a lot of background stories with different versions for the "stealing illness" of Prince Shunyuan.

What is it like: Prince Shunyuan was hurt by love, stimulated, unable to steal a beautiful woman's heart, so he simply took pleasure in stealing other people's property.

Or: Prince Shunyuan competed with others, lost the competition, and in order to prove his skills, he sneaked into a merchant's mansion in the middle of the night to steal things, and became obsessed with this exciting experience.

What else: Prince Shunyuan's family has lost precious treasures, and he feels frustrated and sad, and wants others to experience this feeling...

It is human nature to pursue stories.

In particular, the protagonists of these stories are royal nobles, and the setting is so novel and exciting.

When people eat and go to the streets, chatting and bragging, they can't help gathering together to share the new version they have heard.

Even if they know it in their hearts, there must be fabrication and exaggeration in it.

However, the core of all the stories emphasizes one point: for some reason, Prince Shunyuan enjoys stealing property now.

And the focus of the common people is more on the reason why Prince Shunyuan's temperament changed drastically, and what he stole.

Subtly, the matter of "Shunyuan's son has stolen a disease" has become deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Wang Ji's nonsense, it can be said that it has achieved remarkable results.

Yan Chen praised him with a full face of admiration, and gave him one of Yan Lingchuan's newly made thin padded jackets.

When the day of departure came, they said goodbye to Yan Lingchuan and boarded the carriage back to Beijing.

After Yan Chen and Yan Lingchuan talked about the Empress Dowager's birthday that day, the latter plunged into the improvement of cotton cloth technology, but he still couldn't find the right way.

After all, cotton is not the same as silk.

While linen is famous for being close to the people and cheap, the weaving technology is also not so fine.

In the past, the cotton cloth of the Yan family was made using a process similar to that of weaving hemp.

Now to go further, Yan Lingchuan really can't figure it out for a while.

However, she successfully created a quilt that is softer, more comfortable and less prone to collapse.

For generations, the ancestors of the Yan family have made a living by weaving, dyeing, selling and tailoring cloth.

Father Yan had no other children, and Yan Lingchuan was raised as an heir since she was a child, and all of Father Yan's abilities were passed on to her.

For example, playing cotton.

It is definitely impossible to directly process cotton wool into quilt tires by human hands.

Playing cotton is to use the high-speed vibration of the bowstring when pulling the taut bowstring to achieve the effect of making the cotton wool softer and fluffier. ①

Because cotton is not popular yet, quilts are only used in the homes of wealthy businessmen and local officials, who are less than the top and have more than the bottom. The process of picking cotton has not been greatly improved.

Now that Yan Chen brought it up, Yan Lingchuan led several gardeners under him to think about it for several days.

Finally, before Yan Chen set off, a new slingshot was made.

The new pumice bow has evolved from the original one-and-a-half-foot bow to a four-foot bow. The bow strings are replaced by beef tendon strings. When playing cotton, the strings are plucked by hand instead of hammered.

A long straight bow is placed horizontally on a four-foot bow. When you strike with a mallet, both strings can vibrate. ②

As soon as the new quilts were laid, Yan Lingchuan packed two beds into the luggage prepared for Yan Chen.

In addition, she diverges thinking:

Can you fill the clothes with the cotton batting that has been shot by the new cotton bow?

Yan Lingchuan tried this method with his father when he was young.At that time, I chose to give up because the cotton wool collapsed too quickly and was consumed too much.

But now that the cotton bow has been improved, not only the cotton batt that pops out is softer.

With the same amount of cotton, the volume of cotton batt obtained after playing is also greatly improved than before.

Yan Lingchuan said try it.

Now that it's spring, she didn't stuff too much cotton, and only made a few thin padded jackets.

After the final calculation of the cost, the whole person was happy.

If the emperor really planned to vigorously promote cotton planting as his adoptive brother said, then the entire Suzhou, no, the entire Jingguo's cloth shops would probably change from linen to cotton.

Without hesitation, Yan Lingchuan bought cotton, and the workshop under his command started to make thin padded jackets.

For some, she directly sells them in her own cloth shop.

The winter in the south is not long, so it doesn't matter if there are few people buying it, but it must be named "No. [-]".

For the more part, she was thinking about the northern freeze mentioned by her adoptive brother, and planned to rush it out and deliver it to her adoptive brother so that he could use it for disaster relief.

Suzhou in late March ushered in cheap and warm light cotton jackets.

Poor people, in fact, for most of their lives, they may not even know which way the cloth door opens.

They often make clothes with their own hands, and their winter clothes are filled with things such as reed flowers and hemp to keep warm.

If it is a cold winter, the hands and feet will be red from the cold, frostbite, and pus will flow, and you can only bear it.

For these people, Yan's cloth shop also sells special thick linen clothes.

But in order to ensure that they can afford it, while the price of ready-made clothing is compressed, the cost will also be reduced.

The sackcloth sold in the end, to be honest, was not much thicker.

These thick linen clothes are slightly warmer and more expensive than those made by ordinary people.

To be honest, it's very tasteless.

It exists mainly to fill the gap in the market.

At least compared with the thick clothes in other stores that are so expensive that poor people dare not even touch them, they are already too friendly.

It belongs to the type that is usually reluctant to buy, but if you bite your teeth and buy one, you will find that it is very worthwhile.

On this day, Bao Shun came to a shop of Yan's family, just to buy such a thick linen gown.

It's just that when he was about to reach the door, he found that there were three long queues in and out of the store, and there were people nearby looking in.

Bao Shun was at a loss: When he came to visit a few days ago, there were not many people here?

What happened?

Bao Shun approached and looked at the group of people strangely: Generally, people who go to the cloth shop to buy cloth have some small money at home.

But today, most of the people surrounding this Yan's cloth shop are just like him, with mud legs.

Others looked poorer than him.

It can't be that the Yan family is releasing horses for free, right?

People with poor families tend to be more economical.

If it's not a good thing, he writes the name upside down.

Out of trust in the eyes of the crowd, Bao Shun couldn't help standing behind the line, and craned his neck to look into the shop.

Suddenly, a man rushed out of the store.

"Hahaha, I snatched it!" The man held a dark gray cloth shirt in his hand, and laughed and pushed away the crowd.

What kind of cloth is that?It looks like linen, but if it's just linen, it's so thick, how can this person afford it?

Bao Shun rolled his eyes to see, one of them lost his footing, was bumped by a man and nearly fell over.

"Line up, everyone, please line up! Customers who have already bought don't get excited, be careful not to bump into other people..."

"Our inventory is still sufficient, please don't worry." This should be the shout of the shop assistant.

So, so many people queued up to buy the clothes in the hands of that man?

Bao Shun turned his head and looked in. There were too many people, and he couldn't see anything at all.

Someone patted him on the shoulder, and Bao Shun turned his head. The other party was also a farmer, and the tension in his heart dissipated.

"You don't know yet, do you?" The other party asked with a smile.

"what do you know?"

"The Yan family sells a new padded jacket!"

Bao Shun frowned: "Padded jacket? Are you rushing to buy the padded jacket?" But what the man was holding just now didn't look like cotton cloth.

And cotton...he knew cotton, it was a precious thing.

The big man smiled and said, "It's a padded jacket. I saw your strange face, so I guessed that you definitely didn't know."

He recounted his own experience: "Yesterday, I planned to buy a thick linen jacket. The guy in the store recommended their new cotton padded jacket for me."

"Padded jacket, I haven't worn it before! But it looks warm, and it's the same price as thick linen, so I bought one, thinking about going home and trying it out."

"It's so warm..."

"Ah!" The big man suddenly sighed heavily, and said wryly, "I thought I found out early, but you see, there are so many people here today."

"Yesterday, you can buy whatever you want, but today, you can only buy one item per person."

"Yesterday, I saw someone bought five pieces back!" The big man stretched out his hands and made a gesture of "five" with envious eyes.Why didn't he grasp such a good thing?

Bao Shun didn't quite believe it: "The same price as thick linen? Warmer than thick linen? Are you serious?"

"Naturally!" The big man nodded resolutely, "How else could there be so many people here?"

This... is true!

Bao Shun suddenly clicked his tongue, and couldn't help turning his head to look forward again, counting how many people were in front of him.

"Isn't it impossible to buy it?" He was a little worried.

"No, didn't you listen to what the guys in the store said? The inventory is sufficient." The big man said: "And the padded jacket is still made of linen. Those rich and noble people will not come to snatch it from us."

Although there are far more poor people than rich people, among the poor, there are definitely not many who can afford to buy this thin padded jacket.

After all, spring has begun, and after a while, it will be summer.

Let's talk about next winter when we have filled our stomachs this year.

"You're right." Bao Shun nodded.

He waited in line for a long time, and when he finally paid the money and got the dark gray padded jacket, the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

After leaving the cloth shop and returning home, he put this thin padded jacket on his wife forcefully.

Bao Niangzi blushed a little, not because of embarrassment, but because she had a low fever.

Bao Shun invited a doctor for her, and she only drank one dose of the medicine. Mrs. Bao thought it was expensive, so she didn't want to drink any more.

Bao Shun had no choice but to chop firewood, warm her up by the fire, and thought about buying her a piece of thick and warm clothing.

"You're wasting money again." Mrs. Bao glared at him, and wanted to take off her padded jacket, "It's going to be hot soon, I don't want this clothes, you just take them back!"

Bao Shun pressed her hand, and stared at her: "I've worn all my clothes, how can I get a refund? I can't! Don't mess around, I'll be a widow if I get cold again!"

"Nonsense! I'm so good...!!"

Bao Shun glanced at her: "You are very good, I can't sleep in the middle of the night due to coughing all day long, you are very good."

The two quarreled a few more words, Mrs. Bao went to light the fire, and Bao Shun cooked.

Bao Niangzi sat in front of the stove, and her cold hands and feet gradually warmed up under the roasting of the red-orange flame.

She touched the clothes on her body, wiped the corners of her eyes with her palms, and asked in a raised voice, "Shunzi, how much did the clothes cost?"

Bao Shun reported a number.

Bao Niangzi frowned: "Shunzi, you don't have to lie to me, tell me the truth, how much did you spend?"

Bao Shun wiped the sweat from his forehead, put down the spatula, and put the dishes aside: "What did I lie to you for? That's all."

He briefly talked about what happened at Yan's cloth shop today.

When he turned around, he realized that his wife's eyes were red, and Bao Shun panicked, "What's wrong with you? I really didn't lie to you!"

"No." Mrs. Bao shook her head, lowered her head and touched the clothes on her body, her movements were more careful than when she touched the gift Bao Shun gave her for the first time.

"You said it was a padded jacket. The stuff inside should be cotton, right?"

"Cotton is precious." Mrs. Bao said with emotion: "Miss Yan, you are really a kind person!"

"Cotton?" Bao Shun asked softly, "What is that?"

He makes a living by doing coolies, and he has never heard of such a thing.

Mrs. Bao: "I'm too lazy to tell you."

"As long as you know that this dress shouldn't be at this price, it should be much more expensive than it is, and that's fine."

Mrs. Bao sighed: "I don't want to go to the Wen family's errand, Shunzi, what do you think I should do?"

Bao Shun instantly forgot his doubts just now: "It's good not to go! It should have been a long time ago. Your illness is caused by the cold wind blowing in front of their shop all day long..."

He smiled happily, and when he saw the woman's face was sombre, he silently closed his mouth.

"I'm telling you something serious, why do you only listen to half of what you say?"

"No, lady, you can do whatever you want."

"It's the same as not saying..."

Bao Niangzi was one of the first batch of models in the Wen family.

However, not only her, but many Wen family models have been sick at home recently.

Some people here are just like Bao Niangzi, they are really sick.

There are also some people, watching the front of Wenjiabu shop getting deserted day by day, falsely claiming that they are sick, and plan to find a new job.

What the outside world doesn't know is that these Wen family models, besides the basic salary, also have a commission.

The basic salary is pitifully low, and the commission is calculated according to the fabrics and ready-made clothes they wear. At the beginning, they did make a lot of money, which is why they didn't agree when other shops came to scout people.

But now, the daily commission is getting lower and lower, and some people have even fallen below zero.

Everyone knows that this novel propaganda method is not working.

It's just that Ms. Wen insisted on keeping the models, so they have not been dismissed.

But Miss Wen is not the only one in charge of this cloth shop. Who wants to be kicked around like a Cuju ball all day long?

It's not just them models who are worrying.

Wen Luoqing was also worried.

She is more worried about things: the number of customers in the cloth shop is getting less and less, and she is worried.

Her parents asked her to dismiss the model and find a new way to revive her, worrying.

And... During this period of time, rumors were spreading throughout Chongming County.

Wen Luoqing knew that most of it was fabricated fake stories.

However, she also heard a version of "Sir Shunyuan stole the brocade from the Yan family".

The story even has time.

The time to find Yunjin for her coincided with that person who claimed to be surnamed An.

In the Wenjia cloth store, Wen Luo Qinghun was tidying up the cloth racks.

There was no one in the store. Two men came down from the stairs on the second floor. Both of them were dressed in black with dark red waist tags.

Wen Luoqing glanced over there, and at the same time hid behind the cloth shelf next to the stairs.

"Are you sure he's been here?"

"It must have come."

The two were talking in a low voice, and the man walking behind said: "There are people who said they saw him in the county government office, and they were sued by the servant of the Yan family."

"Is he really stealing around?"

"I don't know... how many stores does the Wen family have?"

"Ask the shopkeeper."

As the two men spoke, they had already walked down the stairs completely.Wen Luoqing's heart skipped a beat, and he squatted down suddenly.

"Where are people?" The man looked behind the counter and frowned.

The few guests were concentrating on picking cloth, and no one noticed them.

Wen Luoqing clutched his chest, heard that the two randomly found a guest to ask, and after getting the answer that there was only one shop in her house, he let out an impatient "呵" and finally left.

"Miss Wen, Miss Wen?" The guest hugged the cloth and wanted to pay.

Wen Luoqing walked out from behind the cloth shelf: "Here we come."

She glanced at the door anxiously, and was completely relieved after confirming that the two people had left.

The guest was dissatisfied with her evasiveness and delay, settled the bill, and left with cloth in his arms.Seeing two strange men standing outside the door on one left and one on the right, he quickened his pace even more.

It's really evil, let's go to Yan's cloth shop in the future.

If it weren't for the Yan's selling some cotton jackets these days, he wouldn't be unable to squeeze in, so he had no choice but to come here by himself.

Next time I would rather wait two days than come here.

night.

Wen Luoqing closed the shop door, returned home for dinner, finished talking with his parents, and returned to his small courtyard as if fleeing.

If you say a small courtyard, it really is a small courtyard.

There are some dye vats in the courtyard, and there are also several hanging cloth racks, which is very crowded.

Wen Luoqing bypassed these things and walked into the side sleeper.

There was a faint musty smell in the house, and the man surnamed "An" was unwilling to open the window...

A figure is reflected on the screen.

Wen Luoqing walked around the screen. Behind the screen was a table, and the candle lamp illuminated the man's handsome face and the scrolls on the table.

"Miss Wen." Seeing Wen Luoqing coming in, the man raised his head and smiled happily at her.

He looks very good, with a handsome face and clear eyes, more like a rich man who is ignorant of the world.

Wen Luoqing was in a complicated mood: "Are you Prince Shunyuan?"

The air was silent for a second, and Chang Huai'an narrowed his eyes slightly: "Your Majesty Shunyuan? Why did Miss Wen say that?"

Wen Luoqing smiled suddenly: "Are you doubting me? It seems that you really are."

Chang Huai'an adjusted his expression: "Miss Wen, I never doubted..."

"It doesn't matter." Wen Luoqing interrupted him, and said coldly: "You will leave my house tomorrow, and you and I will act as if we have never seen each other."

Chang Huai looked at her calmly: "Why? Someone found you?"

"No." Wen Luoqing said indifferently: "It's just that I'm just a merchant, and I can't tolerate a big Buddha like you, Prince Shunyuan."

"How much did they give you?"

As soon as these words came out, Wen Luoqing's face turned completely cold, his eyes were fixed on Chang Huai'an, and two words popped out after a while: "Silly X!"

She sneered and said, "You eat mine, live in mine, and haven't paid a cent for more than a month. Why don't I want you to live today, so I have to beg you to leave?"

"I'll tell you, Chang Huai'an, that someone has found me. If you don't leave before tomorrow night, I will bring them to you directly."

"You!" Chang Huai'an stared angrily, the wound on his leg felt a sharp pain, he could only take a deep breath and force himself to calm down.

"Okay, I'll go." He looked at Wen Luoqing, in addition to anger, there was disappointment in his eyes: "Don't regret it."

"Don't bother you." Wen Luoqing chuckled, turned around and left.

The two have been a little ambiguous lately, but Wen Luoqing was actually moved, and even made the decision to drive him away, still a little bit reluctant.

But now, she only felt that her decision was really right.

He was nice and nice before, but he doubted her just after asking about his identity, which is really ridiculous.

You shouldn't have saved him in the first place.

The more Wen Luoqing thought about it, the angrier he became. The surname Chang concealed his identity, ate and drank with her, and even suspected her in turn.

Dogs know gratitude better than him!

When had she, Wen Luoqing, been taken advantage of so much?However, the other party is a prince... It is rare to have a man he likes, and Wen Luoqing is very depressed.

But that's okay, at least the loss was stopped in time.

It's better to stay away from royal fights and so on.

Early the next morning, with breakfast.

Wen Luoqing then heard from Father Wen that Chang Huai'an had already left.

She raised her eyebrows slightly: "So fast?"

Wen's parents looked at each other, and asked suspiciously, "Qing'er...did you drive him away?"

Seeing Wen Luoqing nodding, Mother Wen let out a sigh of relief, and couldn't help cursing: "Mother told you a long time ago that this person has a special background, and staying at home is a big trouble!"

"You still insist on keeping him, and you still talk about the bullshit about marrying him in the future. Now you know that is a disaster, don't you?"

"Tell me, who is he?"

Wen Luoqing was silent for a moment: "It's a prince."

Prince?Wen's father and Wen's mother looked at each other: "It can't be the one who is talking about everywhere recently, who likes to steal things, Prince Shunyuan?"

Thinking of those outrageous rumors, Wen Luoqing chuckled: "Yes, that's him."

"How can you still laugh..."

Mother Wen glared at her: "He has lived in our house for so long, but he paid you money?"

Wen Luoqing: "No."

Mother Wen: "I knew it!"

She scolded loudly: "Young masters from aristocratic families are all arrogant and unreasonable! For more than a month, they ate my house and lived in my house every day! They didn't even pay half a tael of silver, I think..."

The middle-aged woman's sharp scolding made Wen Luoqing frowned slightly: "It's not like I didn't pay you at all..."

"He paid?" Mother Wen suddenly turned to look at her: "What reward?"

Wen Luoqing closed his mouth, remained silent for a moment, and uttered a few words: "It's useless."

"Mother, I'm going to the store first." Without waiting for Mother Wen to ask, she put down the bowl, stood up, and left in a hurry, leaving Mother Wen's shout behind her. "Qing'er! Qing'er!"

"This child... his temper is getting weirder and weirder." Mother Wen also put down the bowl and shook her head.

Wen Luoqing was walking on the way to the cloth shop, recalling the touch of brocade.

Before she told Chang Huai'an that she wanted to take a look at the brocade, and Yufang really found it for her...Wen Luoqing was lying if he said he wasn't moved.

It's just that he didn't expect that Yunjin was stolen by him.

She had never seen that kind of gorgeous, brilliant fabric, let alone touched it in modern times.

Indeed, it can be regarded as Chang Huai'an's reward for her.

It's just...Wen Luoqing said that he wanted to see brocade because of the empress dowager's birthday, and he didn't know what fabric to give.

She wants to try to improve on Yunjin.

But she did not expect that the brocade that Chang Huai'an found was from the Yan family.

The Yan family will definitely pay tribute to Yunjin this time.

It's just that I don't know if the piece of brocade that day is a finished product.

If the two collide at that time...

Wen Luoqing was a little distraught: tribute, what should I do to overwhelm the Yan family in one fell swoop?

The author says:

①②The original method of plucking cotton/Huang Daopo's improvement on the slinging cotton bow: refer to the Internet;

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