Don't panic, the family boss is busy farming

Chapter 468 Sima Fang Zhenxiang

A group of people went in for seven or eight minutes before coming out.

When he came out, Sima Fang's confidant shook his head and said, "There's a small hut on the side of the road made of straw paper, and I've never seen it burned like this."

Sima Fang's entourage held his coat in his hands, and the corners of the coat seemed a little wet.

But it wasn't splashed, but because Sima Fang's gorgeous Confucian shirt had an intimate contact with the ground when he squatted in the pit.

The master of the aristocratic family is still an important minister of Cao Ying, how can this be tolerated?
I won't be wearing it anytime soon.

After all, he is an old man on the fifth day of his life. Afraid that he would catch a cold without a coat, the kind-hearted Ah Jian asked in a low voice:
"Do you want to try our Xu Jiajun's clothes?"

Sima Fang gathered the fox fur on his body, glanced at the simple clothes on A Jian and several soldiers of the Xu family army, hesitated for a few seconds, and then nodded to his cronies.

The confidant asked, "How much?"

A Jian didn't answer, but just looked at the remaining three soldiers of the Xu family army and asked if they had any extra clothes.

It takes four or five days to pick up people from Zhuojun, so I have spare clothes.

However, it's not brand new, but I don't know if a master like Sima Fang can accept it.

A Jian didn't care about the hypocrisy of these people, and asked the soldier who was about the same size as Sima Fang to take out a set of spare military uniforms and handed them to Sima Fang.

"Do you know how to wear it?" Jian asked seriously.

He heard from Aunt Yue that the gentry lords of these identities needed help in dressing.

Sima Fang looked at the serious face of the young man, feeling inexplicably looked down upon by others. He frowned, and replied stiffly: "I know."

"Oh, that's fine. Get in the car and keep going." Ah Jian nodded in satisfaction, turned around, walked to the horse, and got on the horse.

Sima Fang: "."

A group of people continued to move forward. On the carriage, the attendants looked at the Xu family army uniform in front of them, and subconsciously wanted to wait for the master to change it.

Sima Fang said coldly: "I will do it myself!"

The confidant's eyes were full of distress, "Master, you have been wronged."

Worried about wearing a military uniform made of cotton?
The corners of the soldiers of the Xu family army who were driving the car twitched slightly.

These people probably don't know that Xu Jiajun's military uniforms are of the best quality and most handsome shape among all the clothing.

Even if soldiers wear old military uniforms and take them home and family members wear them out, the whole village would come to touch them enviously.

Sima Fang didn't know what the soldiers outside were complaining about. He was currently researching whether Xu Jiajun's pants would get stuck in his crotch.

After pondering for a while, thinking of going to the countryside to do as the Romans do, and having a deep experience, I resisted the discomfort of wearing other people's old clothes, so I changed into this military uniform.

The upper body is a mid-length double-breasted cotton jacket with a neutral collar, two pockets on the chest, two pockets on the hem, and two pockets on the upper arm. The whole dress is buttoned and has a black belt.

The lower body is straight-leg lock-leg cotton trousers, and there are three sizes of buttons on the waist, which will not loosen when you button it to the one that suits you.

There are two trouser pockets on the side of the trousers, the capacity is very large, such as seals, handkerchiefs, coins and other personal belongings can be put into it.

Because it is a complete set, it is also equipped with socks made of cotton yarn and low-cut leather boots.

The soldiers washed the socks very clean, and they are still the original off-white color. Because the material used is elastic, it wraps very well.

I was just curious at first, but after wearing it on my feet, Sima Fang really smelled good.

These socks are better than the silk ones on his feet, they fit perfectly!

Then put on leather boots of the same size, and you will have a particularly solid feeling when you step on the ground.

And because the trousers are tied at the bottom, the cold wind can't blow in. Such a pair of cotton trousers, which are neither thin nor thick, are warmer than his previous three inner and outer layers.

Especially the mid-length padded jacket on her body, which just covers the buttocks, unlike a long robe with a belt, the waist is always running wind.

"Comfortable!" Sima Fang exclaimed in surprise, "No wonder they are all dressed like this."

"Although there is no elegant and Confucian style, it is indeed very practical. If you don't have to go out, it is not bad to wear at home."

Sima Fang told his followers: "If you come to a town and see these clothes for sale, buy a few more and take them home, and wear them in rotation at home."

The entourage nodded, it should be.

Several pairs of eyes in the car were staring at the clothes on Sima Fang's body, wanting to touch them, but they dared not touch them because of their dignity.

They also wanted to know if this strange-looking clothes were really so comfortable.

The soldiers of the Xu family army who were driving the carriage smiled triumphantly when they heard the movement in the carriage.

The wheels rolled forward, and the cement road was not bumpy at all. Unknowingly, a group of people walked to the mining area.

There are many mountains and rocks here, and it is a relatively large quarry in Yuyang County.

Ever since the black powder was produced by Xu Fubao and others, there have been explosions in the quarry from time to time.

The rumbling sound spread throughout the valley, echoing for a long time.

When the villagers who don't know the situation pass by, they will always be startled by the movement coming from the depths of the valley.

A Jian was about to remind Sima Fang, but before he could speak, a loud "bang" came out of the valley, scaring Sima Fang and his party.

"What happened?"

"Has the mountain collapsed?"

"Protect Master!"

The guards were still in shock, and when they heard the order from their cronies, they immediately surrounded the carriage, pulled out their weapons, and looked around in a panic to prevent accidents from happening.

At the same time, he also stared at the four of A Jian with a wary look, fearing that they thought they were going to set up an ambush here to assassinate Sima Fang.

Seeing this scene, Jian and his companions looked at each other and smiled wryly.

"Don't panic, it's the quarry in the valley blasting rocks, let's keep going!" Jian explained loudly.

But just as he finished explaining, the newly built steam crusher made a loud noise again, and the guards who were about to put down their weapons raised their weapons in unison.

Ah Jian held his forehead and explained again: "It's a machine for crushing stones. Let's continue walking. It's noisy here. It's fine to go to the river valley ahead!"

"Master?" The confidant looked at the frightened Sima Fang.

The sound of the machine running still echoed in his ears, Sima Fang raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, calming down quickly.

He chose to believe in Xu Jiajun.

After all, they had no reason to use these means to assassinate him.

"Follow them." Sima Fang ordered.

The guards had to be ordered, so they dared to move on and rode up to catch up with A Jian who was leading the way.

The group walked for 5 minutes, and the movement on the other side of the quarry was completely blocked by the mountains and rivers.

Sima Fang was terrified and couldn't stay in the carriage any longer.

In addition, he also wanted to test whether the military uniform on his body was resistant to cold or not, so he got out of the carriage despite the obstruction of his cronies and followers, and sat on the shaft of the carriage with the soldiers driving the carriage.

The cold wind blows along the river beach, which makes my face a little cold, but it is still acceptable.

The soldier looked at him suspiciously.

Sima Fang grinned with a kind smile: "Chacha?"

The soldier asked awkwardly, "Why are you chattering?"

(End of this chapter)