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Your words are putting me in a difficult position. The person in front of her was the shopkeeper of the treasure house in the North borderline. He had already had his slavery status lifted, but he still called himself a slave in the face of Gu Mins only child. This was his respect towards Jiang Pengji, and it was even more of a nostalgia for Gu Min. It has been more than ten years since we parted and the Young Master has already grown up so much. If the Old Master knew, she would be so happy.

Everyone else preferred sons to daughters, but the Old Master went everywhere to pray to Buddha when she got pregnant, hoping that Buddha would give her a daughter.

Gu Xin had collected a lot of daughter-bearing Guanyin for Gu Min, so he deeply understood Gu Mins obsession.

Seeing that Gu Mins daughter had grown up into a handsome man, he had no more regrets in his life.

That was not right. Wait What did he mean by a handsome man?

Gu Xin looked at Jiang Pengji with a perplexed look in his eyes and did not speak a word for quite some time.

Jiang Pengji gazed at the faroff soldiers and horses outside the city. Are you really Mothers old servant?

Gu Xin understood her tacitly and replied, Dont misunderstand, Young Master. Those people are borrowed from County Magistrate Liu. Its difficult to run a business even in a time of national peace and order, let alone in the chaotic world today. In order to be able deliver Young Masters things safely, Ive borrowed some troops and horses from Sir Liu. I never wanted to cause a misunderstanding.

Jiang Pengji could not help but curl her lips into a small smile, and responded, Thank you. How should I address you?

He was clearly not an ordinary person, just by looking at the way he dressed and his aura, not to mention Gu Xins age and seniority. Jiang Pengji would not really treat him as her servant just because he addressed himself as a slave.

In terms of age, by adding Jiang Pengjis age in her previous life to her current age and rounding the number off, she could basically be as old as Gu Xin.

Gu Xin thought about it and replied in a somewhat low and hoarse voice, If you dont mind, you can just call me Uncle Gu.

Uncle Gu. Jiang Pengji accepted his suggestion readily.

It was not known what Gu Xin had remembered. His eyes were bloodshot, but he responded ecstatically, Hey!

Feng Jin and the rest, as well as the audience in the streaming room, were still in a state of confusion. They did not understand why the situation had suddenly changed. They only figured it out when the two had ended their conversation. They were relieved.

It was best that war could be avoided. With a glance, Gu Xin must know the lord (streamer). He might have even brought something good.

Jiang Pengji had guessed what Gu Xin brought. She retrieved Changsheng from Feng Jins arms with a smile and kissed her forehead.

Youre a lucky star.

Changsheng opened her round eyes ignorantly and made some noise. Then, she fluttered and wanted to kiss Jiang Pengji back.

Little did she know that her actions had caused so much misunderstanding to Gu Xin!

He glanced back and forth at Jiang Pengji and the giggling Changsheng with a look of astonishment in his eyes. Then, he glared at Feng Jin!

Take her away. The wind is strong at the city gate, so its easy for her to catch a cold. Its hard to cure children when theyre ill.

She returned Changsheng, who was still wrapped in her windbreaker, to Feng Jin. The little girl looked like she had been wronged.

The alert in Xiangyang District was revoked. Not only did the people not come looking for trouble, but they were here to give her money, grain, and horses instead.

Gu Xin was a person who was conscientious in his work and rigorous. He put the confusion in his mind aside for the time being. He was a little behind, and followed Jiang Pengji down the city wall. He clearly reported the items that he brought with him this time and the amount of they had lost along the way while walking. He even made a list. He acted honestly and openly. People could see his sincerity at a glance.

Upon hearing the arrangements for the sheepskins and horses, Feng Jin and the others looked at him with admiration.

What they lacked now was not grains. The things that Gu Xin brought had really solved their most urgent needs.

Because of the people who migrated from Shangjing and Fengyi, plus the thousands of members of the Tsing Yi Army who were captured, this influx of foreigners had caused the population in Xiangyang District to grow even larger from what it was before the earthquake. The winter in the north of Dongqing had always been very cold, and there was no ample warm clothing in the city. Xu Ke was still worried about how he was going to survive winter not long ago, and Gu Xin had sent some sheepskins over. There were tens of thousands of sheets of sheepskin which had already been tanned.

These sheepskins would be expensive if they were purchased in Dongqing. They might not be able to buy that much as well. Besides, the sheep that were bred in Dongqing had short, sparse wool. The wool that Gu Xin sent was long and dense. It felt very weighty in ones hands.

However, how could such sheepskins be made into warm clothing?

Jiang Pengji frowned, thinking of a solution. The viewers in the streaming room were also contemplating.

Hahahahaha: Why dont you just trim the wool to the right length?

Gaofei Zhongyu Daozhang: Trimming it isnt a problem, but look at how thick the wool is. It feels like the sheep has never had its wool trimmed since it was born until it was slaughtered. What is one going to do about the wool that has been cut if the wool is trimmed into a suitable length? Its not good to waste it

You Youqianla: The wool that has been cut can be recycled and reused. It can be washed and stuffed into the interlining of clothes as cotton.

Everyone could not help but think of the method of producing down jackets. It seemed to be plausible.

Jiang Pengji felt that there was another way of using it. When she had visited the largest history museum in the Federation last time, she had seen clothing called sweaters and scarves that were woven with thread. According to the introduction at the time, there seemed to be wool in them as well

It was just that she did not know how to turn wool into thread and weave it.

If there was no audience in the streaming room, Jiang Pengji would probably have to experiment it herself for a period of time. If the experiment failed, she could only ask someone to wash the wool, comb and sew it into the interlining of the clothes. It could keep one warm as well

But now that there were the viewers, she could just ask them. Everyone could work together and think of a solution.

So, Jiang Pengji asked about sweaters and scarves.

She was a bit worried. What if such things did not exist in the era of the streaming room?

In the end, not only did the viewers know about it, but they even rewarded Jiang Pengji with flowers and said that she was amazing.

Meitian Douxiang Duangeng: Get some stools and watch the streamer knit yarn. Hahaha. The scene is too beautiful.

Haoxiang Zhuangsi: I feel that Feng Jin and the others are really going crazy. Can you take pity on them? When theyre working overtime, the streamer is playing with mud; when they continue to work overtime, the streamer is playing with wood; when theyre about to have a breakdown from working overtime, the streamer is knitting yarn I think that if theres a forum in this era, they may secretly uploading posts to taunt the streamer. Ive already thought about the title. Itll be called Gossips about the evil Jiang Bapi who doesnt attend to her proper duties and doesnt pay salaries!

Youshi Shaoxiang: Hahaha. Whats with Jiang Bapi? Im laughing so much that my stomach hurts.

Wushi Tuichao: Nimen Buzaome? is the name given to Jiang Pengjis fan club by the fan club of Feng Jin and the others.

In those days, Jiang Pengjis fan club had prestigious names like goddess and His Majesty.

However, ever since Jiang Pengji besieged Xiangyang District, her style had changed completely. Jiang Pengji oppressed and exploited the labor of Feng Jin and the others, asking them to work overtime and do things quickly without paying them. The official name of her fan club had become Jiang Bapi.

Regardless of how the audience teased her, Jiang Pengji began to seriously think about the possibility of extracting wool and knitting.