A small peasant girl

Chapter 427
"That's right. If you fail at that time, remember to find someone to tell you. You are happy to hear anything worthwhile." Xuanyuan Po was happy to see Wen Zi slumped. It would be appropriate to let him catch some handles about the little fat man.

Xuanyuan Po expressed his heart in a straightforward way, typically basing his happiness on Wen Zi's unhappiness, for which Wen Zi expressed strong condemnation, but seemed powerless, he could only curse Xuanyuan Po, this annoying person in his heart again.

"I don't think my father came here specifically to look at the fish pond opened at home this time. How could such a small matter need me to go there in person?" Wen Zi raised the core question, otherwise, according to Xuanyuan Po's tone and attitude, Damaged Wenzi can just fall to the ground and pretend to be dead faster.

"Why, can't you come and take a look if you're okay?" Xuanyuan Po turned around, his handsome face still didn't have much expression, his sharp black eyes stared at Wen Zi for a while, and said in an emotionless tone , "You don't seem to be very happy to see my uncle."

Thinking of this, Xuanyuan Po felt a little lost in his heart. All the women who met him, no matter how old or young, would express their desire to see him in their words and deeds, but Wen Zi seemed indifferent, which made Xuanyuan Po feel very uncomfortable seeing him. .

"Look at what I said, I don't think that I am very busy with my daily affairs, how dare I waste my precious time." Wenzi's eyes met the black eyes of Xuanyuan Temple, and there was an indescribable strangeness in his heart. Feeling, this kind of feeling is not often experienced on weekdays.

"Hmph." Xuanyuan Po threw out the words through his nostrils, and gave Wen Zi an ice cube face, plus a big white eye, "I came here specially today to listen to your storytelling."

"Oh, I don't know what story I want to hear." Wenzi felt a little disappointed in her heart. Although she knew the purpose of Xuanyuan Po's coming here better than anyone else, sometimes she had some illusions in her heart, in case Xuanyuan Po came here on purpose. See her little fat man.

"The general you mentioned in the story last time, can you solve the problem of the soldiers freezing to death in winter?" Xuanyuan Po lazily talked to Wenzi in a roundabout way, directly stating the purpose of his trip.

Every time Xuanyuan Po sent people to 'collect' soldiers, a large number of recruits would die in winter, and these people didn't die of illness, cold, or starvation, they just died of freezing.

"Master, it's cold in winter, so it's enough to wear a few more clothes. As long as the body is not cold, it's likely that people will not freeze to death." Wenzi's eyes have rolled several times, what kind of problem is this.

"Clothes? But what if the soldiers don't have enough clothes?" Xuanyuan Po continued to ask.

"Spend money to buy it?"

"If you buy too much, it will be easier for people to notice something?"

"Then do it yourself, the chances of being noticed will be reduced a lot."

"What you said is simple, let a man of seven feet make clothes, this kind of woman's work, is it plausible?" Xuanyuan Po was not satisfied with Wenzi's solution, he had a special person to buy clothes for soldiers, But if the number is too large, it is easy for the people in the court to detect something, which will cause unnecessary trouble.

"My lord, I don't mean to let the soldiers make their own clothes, but if the general spends some money to open a small clothes workshop, which is specially made for the items needed by the soldiers in the army, it is convenient for his own people to use, and it is not easy to be Unnecessary people notice something, sir, right?" Xuanyuan Po's story has only just begun, and Wenzi has already given the answer in his mind, and the Wen family's difficulties have also been resolved.

If all the cloth dyed by Wen's family was sold to Xuanyuan Po, it would not only solve the most critical financial problem in the family, but also allow Wenzi to earn some of the difference as pocket money.

"My own?" Xuanyuan Po turned his head to look at Wenzi meaningfully, and said in a somewhat self-deprecating tone, "It's hard to find such a person these days."

(End of this chapter)