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The bloody battle in Luoyang City was particularly fierce, but the city of Chang'an was bustling with singing and dancing. The difference between these two places is that Lintong Yun's house is eerily quiet.
"Can this thing be played like this?" Qi Biao's eyes widened. He didn't know that glass could be spread out like a pancake. The sturdy guy was rolling the glass with something like a rolling pin. Inside the special trough, the glass is made extremely flat.
Looking at the finished glass, Yunhao curled his lips. The craftsmanship is still not good, mainly because pure quartz stone is difficult to work with. The resulting glass was different from what I imagined in terms of light transmittance and color. But these days, it¡¯s pretty good to do something like this. In Li Yuan's Tai Chi Palace, the windows were still papered. It's dark in the winter, and the candles we consume every year are gone.
The carpenters were hammering at the windows, and Mrs. Zhao was pleasantly surprised as she stroked the transparent windows. "It's still autumn and nothing can be seen, but it will be better in winter. Sunshine and water are also sprinkled into the house, so there is no need to light candles in broad daylight. When the weather is good, the house is warm without lighting the stove." Yunhao said. Mrs. Zhao explained life with glass windows, which earned Mrs. Zhao "tsk" and "tsk" compliments.
"My son is so smart that he can come up with such good things. Thinking about the fact that he used to need a charcoal basin in the winter makes me want to cough. It's only been a few years! Just use this thing, and you no longer have to stay in a dark room in the winter. I'm cooking inside." Ms. Zhao smiled so hard that her teeth were almost blinded.
"Mom, look, a flower house is being built for you outside. You like to grow flowers, and with this thing, they can bloom even in winter. In the past, we covered the flower house with silk cloth and could only grow vegetables. Now we have a glass house to grow flowers. There's a problem." Yunhao pointed to the carpenter outside who was as busy as an ant and said.
"Can you grow flowers in winter? Can they bloom?" Ms. Zhao was frightened by Yunhao's overly unrestrained language. How could it be possible that flowers could bloom in winter?
"Mom, where could you grow vegetables in winter before? In Chang'an, there was only some green vegetables produced by Wen Tang Jian. But now look at how many noble families have no greenhouses. Now there is no shortage of green vegetables on the dining table in winter. Food to eat." When it comes to this matter, Ms. Zhao becomes energetic. If you don't have children, no matter if you are a prince or a father-in-law, you still have to chew dried vegetable leaves in the middle of winter. All the nobles in Chang'an have to thank their own children.
"What are you talking about! Is it okay for our family to sell vegetables honestly? Every winter, the family will make a big profit. Now it's great. As long as you pay for it, you can sell the flower house to others. How much has the family lost!" Going to the flower room will arouse Zhang Miaoke's dissatisfaction. This woman is so bad, she is obsessed with money.
Every copper coin that arrives at the Yun family seems to have grown on her body. When I plucked one down, it was all filled with blood and veins.
"Selling vegetables won't last long. Even if our family doesn't sell flower houses, others can learn to do it. The technical content of this thing is not high. Who doesn't have some silk fabrics? Look at our family now has a glass flower house. Who cares? Go grow those vegetables. Free up the house and grow some fruits. In the middle of winter, if there is a plate of fresh strawberries, how much do you think it is worth?
Tell you a good, wait for the nobles to get tired of Shanzhen seafood. I am growing wild vegetables in the greenhouse. Believe it or not, the wild vegetables can be sold for the price of mutton! "When it comes to things like doing business, Yunhao can follow Zhang Miaoke's eight streets. For low-tech things, you should give up after making enough of the last profit.
Yunhao once thought about planting some roses and holding a festival like Valentine's Day. Men are encouraged to send roses to girls because they need guidance.
After telling Zhang Miaoke about this matter, he was immediately sprayed all over his body. Think about it, there is no such thing as a lover these days. Not to mention getting engaged at a young age, he really has a wife. There are very few mistresses outside, and they all take them directly to their families. Sleeping with a big quilt is a common occurrence!
¡°It¡¯s true that I have a lover who cannot be made public, that is, I really dare not make it public. It will definitely kill people if it is made public! In that kind of relationship, only a ghost would dare to buy a large bouquet of roses and present them to her. Don't die!
Because of this unsuccessful business plan, Yunhao was laughed at by Zhang Miaoke for a long time. It wasn't until Yunhao carved the worthless tree roots and sold them at a high price that he felt proud.
"Huh! You actually gave His Majesty 70% of the root carving business. Until you want to please the emperor, you still have 70% of the share!" Thinking about the share he gave to the emperor, Zhang Miaoke felt heartbroken.
"What do you know! How can such a violent business be accomplished without involving the royal family? Do you think the nobles in Chang'an City are stupid, holding up root carvings that they like? Didn't His Majesty say that root carvings are good, nobles? We just follow what we like." Yunhao joined forces with Li Yuan when he first started selling root carvings.
????????????????????The words ? and moral integrity are simply incompatible. They will all say that Li Yuan farts and smells good. Li Yuan elevated root carving to the level of art, and these bastards immediately looked like local dogs that had smelled shit. They rushed up and praised him one after another. After generously donating money, the root carving was sold to a sky-high price in Chang'an.
Of course, no one would blindly engage in commercial competition with the royal family. Although the shop is owned by the Yun family, the guards at the door are from the royal family. The youngest son of Changsun Shunde only muttered a few words. He was politely invited out by the royal guards, and threatened that if he dared to enter the Yun family's shop in the future, his legs would be broken.
The current root carvings are works of art. Many families regard it as a family heirloom. There was a naughty little grandson who would throw the pearl vat and agate bowl casually, but if the vulture dared to move a whisker, he would get a nasty beating from the adults.
Not prepared to pay any attention to this prodigal woman, Yunhao carried his eldest son on his shoulders and prepared to go shopping on the street. Now there is a prosperous commercial street in Yunjiazhuangzi. Everything produced in Lintong is sold here. There are wholesales and retails, and there are those for doing business. All kinds of entertainment facilities are available, just a month ago. In Zhang Miaoke's hateful eyes, a brothel called Huichun Tower was officially opened.
Yunhao would not take a naked child to a brothel. However, those small folk handicrafts are very popular with Baby Yun. Not to mention anything else, the colorful windmills are a lot of fun to play with. I also bought some small wooden knives and guns. Anyway, Yunhao would buy whatever the eldest son pointed out.
As he walked, Yunhao's nose started to twitch. Such a familiar smell, this is it. Taking three steps at a time and two steps at a time, he walked to a stall. Yunhao was so excited that he almost burst into tears. I actually saw this thing again! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com