The peasant husband is a squeamish bag

Chapter 250;
The smell seemed to come from this handkerchief.

The handkerchief was somewhat water-stained and dirty.

Yun Cheng shook his head and opened the window to ventilate the air. This little boy didn't know what he was doing here.

Make this room full of smells.

Lying on the chair, he picked up the book again, this book is quite interesting, it is actually a story about an empress who found a little boy.

The little white face here is described by the author as heavenly and beautiful, soft and soft, but pretty.

Moreover, this book contains meat from time to time, and Yun Cheng is quite content with reading it.

The beauty under the moon, holding a book, can be described as extremely talented.

Luo Jia didn't know all this, but he sent Ji Xiangchen home.

At the beginning when he was in the carriage, Ji Xiangchen was quite well-behaved, but he just asked for some food, drink and change of clothes.

But after finding that these requirements were met, I felt that Luo Jia might be quite easy to get along with.

Then he started to be wanton.

Wearing Roja's clothes, holding pastries and drinking tea.

He also said to Luo Jia in disdain: "Where did you buy your pastries, they are crudely made."

"In addition to the novel taste, but there are too many slags in it, and the particles are too big, I can't swallow it down."

The family's wealth is incomparable to that of a country, and Ji Xiangchen's food and drinks since childhood are all excellent, probably better than those used by the emperor.

The rough millet he ate was the finest tribute rice produced in the south. He liked to eat sweets, and his father even recruited top chefs from the Yunxia Dynasty to raise them.

Luo Jia ignored him: "If you don't eat, put it down."

Luo Jia doesn't make offerings to this young master, he likes to eat or not, and he's not Yuncheng.

However, Ji Xiangchen touched his neck, it turned red, his eyes filled with tears again, and his voice choked up: "What are your clothes made of? It's so thick."

"My delicate skin is rubbed red, and your family doesn't look poor, why are you wearing clothes made of this kind of fabric?"

Luo Jia: ...

Want to hit someone.

"Let me tell you, the fabric made of silk is the most supple, smooth and warm. You can buy some silk fabric to make clothes, which is much better than yours."

"Are you out of money?"

"It's not like that either."

"If you are really poor and can't afford it, I'll give you one."

Luo Jia: ...

The fabric of celestial silk, to put it nicely, celestial silkworm is a species of silkworm, the most delicate one among silkworms.

To put it bluntly, it is the Gold Selling Cave. First of all, the survival rate of celestial silkworms is extremely low, and one celestial silkworm costs about ten taels of silver.

Then a piece of cloth needs more than tens of thousands of silkworms.

Celestial silkworms are extremely delicate to eat, it is extremely delicate.

Only young mulberry leaves are eaten, and no old leaves are eaten. There must be no water or dirt. They must be washed and dried in the sun.

But it can't be dry without water, otherwise, they won't eat it.

It is also necessary to clean their silkworm excrement three times a day, otherwise they will stink to death.

……

So it is simple, but it is not uncommon for that piece of silkworm cloth to sell for several 10 taels. The important thing is that there is no market for the price.

"Where did your family buy so much silk?" Luo Jia didn't want to use it himself, but wanted to make clothes for Yun Cheng.

"My family has a silkworm farming village, which employs many people to raise silkworms. The fabrics produced are not sold, but only for my own use."

"My mother said, my skin is delicate, just let me use it alone."

Luo Jia: ...

(End of this chapter)