He cut down Li Chulin with one knife, one was to take advantage of his unpreparedness, and the other was to rely on his height. If Li Chulin was about the same size as him, it would be hard to say this knife. The main reason was that he felt a little fluttered when he waved it.

It's light, not very easy.

After more than half an hour, less than forty minutes, the sound of footsteps rang outside the three halls.

Zhang Jun was sitting behind the desk to calm down and restore his mentality. He vomited for a while, but fortunately no one saw it, otherwise he would have ruined his appearance.

"Mr. Lang, I searched carefully and all the things I did."

"The successor of the camp was pulled outside the city at night and it was burned. You two will take the troops from the headquarters to Fengxiang."

"No." Zhang Jun didn't say anything about Fengxiang, nor did they ask.

Li Li and Li Chulin's family are in Fengxiang. Zhang Jun will not violate the kindness of a woman in some things.

"I'm here to wait for your news and show your merits."

"promise."

...

The sun rises and another day comes.

Tianxing City, where there were not many people, seemed to be as old as before, and nothing changed.

"Mr.." Li Ying's right eyes were covered with blood, and he walked in tiredly.

"Calculation is over?"

"The grain and equipment are still counting, and all the silver, money, cloth and weapons are on the market... Tianxing is still in time, so it is probably necessary to seal the warehouse for three days."

Zhang Jun nodded and stretched his body. Only then did he relax his spirit and couldn't help but feel a little excited. My buddy has a territory.

"It's okay, don't worry. Just count it slowly, you must do it carefully. This is our family's foundation."

Li Yingyou smiled and bowed down.

Tianxing City and Fengxiang City are next to each other, with a distance of about three or four kilometers in the middle. Because Zhu Li’s Jiefu is in Fengxiang, last night it was mainly to count the things over there.

Tianxing is a little trouble, mainly because there is a young Yin. Some of the gold, silver, grain and silk are under his control. After all, they are the head of the household registration office. Zhu Li himself doesn't care about the matter.

On Zhu Li’s side, another young yin manages the government and Zhang Jun manages the troops. But in fact, Zhang Jun basically does the logistics, and Li Chulin leads the troops, and the one who trains the troops is the regiment training envoy.

The main reason is that Zhang Jun was an official sent by the emperor, and Zhu Li was a little afraid. He didn't dare not to use it, nor did he dare to use it all.

Zhang Jun didn't know much about Zhang Zeng. He was an unknown figure in history. The only thing that left was the same, which was the inscription he wrote for the emperor.

In fact, there was also an order to be promoted to Fengxiang Shaoyin, but Zhang Jun didn't know.

In history, he only said that he left a name, namely: Huaiguangxiao general Meng Bao, Huisun and the other three, and Zhuo met with the military food and materials, and asked the place of the emperor, and Zeng laughed and said, "Will he want to protect the emperor?"

That's why Zhang Jun was so sure that he couldn't fight.

Zhang Jun did not sleep all night, and the big thing was settled now. He was excited and suddenly felt exhausted. He said thank you for your hard work, and then went straight to the back.

No matter what, I found a room to go in and lie down and then fell asleep. It was the afternoon of the second day when I woke up, and it was about three or four o'clock.

When I got up, I felt hungry. I washed my face quickly and took the fur clothes from the house and wrapped them around and left the house.

"Mr.." The personal soldiers guarding the door shouted.

"Is there something wrong?"

"It's okay. General Zhang has been here twice, and Cangcao has been here five or six times. I can't let the husband quarrel if he sees him sleeping."

It was a sunny day outside, and it changed the gloomy appearance of the past few days. There were a few white clouds floating on the blue tiles and blue sky, which reminded Zhang Jun of cotton.

In such a cold and cold weather, if there was a quilt and a cotton coat, it would be so happy.

Thinking about later generations, young people regard cotton coats as beasts for beauty, Zhang Jun couldn't help but spit. I want that too.

"Do you feel cold?" Zhang Jun asked the sergeant.

"Thank you, my wife. I have the newly pounded winter clothes that I can cover up the cold without any hindrance."

When Zhang Jun heard this, he couldn't help but feel pain in his mind again. This era without cotton is so good, how can he survive?

In fact, it is not without it. The Tang Dynasty has vast territory. Although it has been shrinking again and again, most of the Western Regions are still there at this time. The two prefectures of Anxi Beiting were still insisting on it, and it was only annexed by Tubo decades later.

There are cotton in the Western Regions and cotton cloth. Although it is not the common land cotton in our later generations, it is better than silk cotton and broken hemp at this time.

Silk cotton is the kind that is drawn from silkworm pupae, used to weave cloth, that is, silk and satin. Then the remaining scraps of edges become fillers for winter clothes, filled in late autumn, taken out in spring, and another single clothes are made.

At this moment, the quilts of wealthy families in winter are all silk quilts, that is, silk quilts. Is it unexpected?

The silk is usually made of lining or handkerchief, and the weaving is tighter. The silk is yarn, which is relatively sparse. The silk is generally used to make the face of clothes and pants, and it will be dyed. The satin is denser than silk, and is generally used to make bedding.

Shades, silks and satin are things that only high officials can only use for wealthy people, and low-ranking officials cannot afford them. They are usually hemp.

The fillings for making clothes, quilts and winter clothes are also filled with reeds and feathers, so if you want to pound them, you should use wood to pound them softly and spread them flat. If you don’t pound them too hard, you can’t wear them.

However, the clothes are more comfortable in summer, ventilated and breathable, and high-ranking officials and nobles also like them. In other words, in the Tang Dynasty, no matter how rich or poor they wear the same clothes in summer.

Li Bai's autumn song at midnight: Chang'an is full of moon, and the sound of thousands of households pounding clothes. When it is late autumn, the whole Tang Dynasty is pounding winter clothes.

Of course, high-ranking officials and nobles don’t have to wear clothes at home, but servants who go down to wear clothes must also wear clothes. No one in the palace wears clothes, but the emperor will summon palace maids to make winter clothes for the imperial guards. You can imagine that kind of excitement.

The supply of clothing for military troops in the Tang Dynasty was relatively complicated, and the government prepared, and the local government also prepared, and the soldiers' families also gave it. The main body of the soldiers brought their own, which means they had to send it at home. The border troops of the imperial guards were sent by the state, and the recruitment was sent by the local government.

Bai Juyi's Anvil of Wen Ye wrote about military women pounding clothes: Whose family misses their wife pounding silk in autumn? The moon is bitter and wind is sad. It is the long night of August and September, and thousands of sounds are gone. It should be until dawn is over, and a stalk of silk is added to each other.

No matter what era it is, the families of soldiers are great.

The female poet Chen Yulan has a poem: My husband is in the border area and my concubine is in Wu. The west wind blows my concubine and I worry about my husband. A letter is a thousand tears. The coldness is so cold that you have no clothes on your side?

Wang Jian has a poem: I went to autumn to send my clothes across the Yellow River, and this autumn to send clothes to Longban. The woman didn't know where the path was, but asked the new army to go near and far. After half a year of walking on the road, I saw the windbreaker's collar that was so wet after the rain when I opened the cage.

I was old and I tidy up my clothes in the early October, and I gathered with my husband in the camp. When the catkins were thick and thick, I wanted to win the warmth of people. I wish I would not return with my body, and I wish that I would never die to send my clothes.

I wish I would not return in my body, and I wish that I would not die to send you clothes. I hope this winter clothes will not be wrapped in your body, and I hope that I can live and send you winter clothes every year. Tears.

A military wife crossed the Yellow River last year, climbed the plateau this year, asking everywhere where the new military camp was, just so that her husband who was fighting could wear winter clothes at the right time, and her wish was to be alive.

"A woman leans on her son and lives with her husband, and her heart is relaxed. Her husband dies in the battlefield, and even though she lives like a candle in the daytime."
Chapter completed!