Crossing over reveals a waste's difficult journey home

Old Madam Su was born into a commoner family, and she knew too well how difficult life was for commoners. Especially for the elderly, it was even more difficult to survive. Some families only had wheat rice and bean rice all year round, and they still couldn't get enough.

However, those two kinds of food are too difficult to swallow for elderly people with bad teeth, and they will feel uncomfortable after eating them.

For an old woman like her who can eat some wheat noodles because her son is successful, she is already enjoying a good life.

But if you eat too much of anything, you will feel bored. Old Madam Su also felt bored after eating too much noodles.

But she knew that she was already much better off than those common people and couldn't ask for too much. She also didn't want to cause trouble for her children and grandchildren, so she didn't show her emotions.

Fortunately, Mrs. Su is very lucky, she has a filial son.

Su Zhao had long noticed that his mother had a poor appetite recently. He searched for a long time but couldn't find some food suitable for his mother. When he was in trouble, Jiang Tuan appeared and brought some bean products.

This made him very happy. He had originally planned to make it for his mother overnight after returning home, but he did not expect that His Majesty would give him a reward.

When Wei Chuo and Zong Zhenghe gave him all the rewards, he did not refuse. If he kept refusing such a small thing, it would seem hypocritical.

Just as he thought, his mother really liked eating tofu and tofu pudding.

Especially after hearing that this thing was made of beans, his mother, for the first time, regardless of the fact that it was getting late, asked him to quickly find someone to make the stone mill and asked the servants to soak the beans, because the family would also be making tofu the next day.

As soon as the old lady spoke, the mansion suddenly became busy. In fact, not only the residence of the Chief Censor was busy, but also the residence of the Prime Minister and the residence of the Grand Marshal, as they all wanted to take advantage of her as quickly as possible.

If you don't rush to eat something that is good for your health and cheap, you are absolutely irresponsible towards your own life.

As the three giants in the Great Xia Dynasty besides the royal family, the movements in the residences of the prime minister, the chief censor, and the grand marshal have always attracted much attention.

As soon as the three families started to get busy, the ministers in the neighborhood immediately noticed the commotion.

It was just that it was already late, and out of aristocratic reserve, no one came to inquire.

You can't ask at night, but you can ask the next day. After asking, the tofu thing immediately caused a sensation, and every family with a little ability began to rush to make stone mills and to make tofu.

In the eyes of those nobles, they don’t care whether it tastes good or not, but they must care about whether it can prolong their life!

Just when the nobles were going crazy about tofu, Jiang Tuan went to find Jiang Qi with the plan he wrote.

"Did you write this?"

"Yes! It doesn't matter if your Majesty doesn't know it. I can read it to you and explain it to you at the same time."

Jiang Tuan originally wanted Ning Ling to help him write, but some of the things he wanted to write were too important, and he didn't know whether it would be okay to let Ning Ling know them, so he simply wrote them himself.

"I'm not worried that I can't understand it. I just think, how can your handwriting be so... ugly?"

Jiang Qi couldn't quite understand the words written by Jiang Tuan, but the words written by Jiang Tuan looked similar to the characters of Daxia, so he could still tell the beauty and ugliness.

Jiang Tuan didn't think it was a big deal when people said his handwriting was ugly. He defended himself with confidence.

"Your Majesty, there is no paper here, and I am not used to using a brush. It is not easy to write so many words. Don't worry about the beauty or ugliness."

"You are right this time, but you must not do this again. So, starting tomorrow, you will study with the prince."

Reading? What books to read? There was no university for him to attend in the Xia Dynasty, so what did he study?

Seeing Jiang Tuan's confused look, Jiang Qi felt a little tired. She was already in her twenties, but she looked even dumber than his two-year-old little princess.

"You go and learn to read. You can't always be ignorant of Daxia characters!"

What Jiang Qi didn't say was that, in fact, compared to learning to read, he wanted Jiang Tuan to learn how to write well. Jiang Tuan's flamboyant handwriting made his eyes hurt.

“Do you have to learn such difficult characters?”

"What? Don't want to?"

"I want to, I want to, of course I don't want to."

Jiang Tuan really wanted to say no, but when he looked at Jiang Qi, he inexplicably felt that it was a bit dangerous. If he refused, he would definitely be in a miserable situation, so he had to agree.

After arranging the study, Jiang Qi asked the other party what he had written.

Jiang Tuan began to compare the so-called plan and told Jiang Qi about some of the things he was going to do.

As mentioned before, Jiang Tuan doesn't have any lofty ambitions. All he can think of doing are food, clothing, housing and transportation. The plans he wrote also develop from these aspects.

Let’s talk about “clothes” first.

When Jiang Tuan first arrived in Daxia, he saw his father Jiang Qi and paid close attention to the clothes he was wearing.

Later, he asked Ning Ling and found out that there were only three kinds of materials that could be used to make clothes in Daxia: linen, silk, and furs of various animals.

For the nobles, winter and summer are the same; they are neither hot nor cold. But for the common people, the difference is huge.

It’s not so bad in the summer. It’s hot, so just be a little careful and at least you won’t die of the heat. But it’s extremely unbearable in the winter.

There was no cotton in Daxia, and ordinary people rarely had animal furs in their homes. In winter, they could only wear more clothes or sew straw into their clothes to keep warm.

When Jiang Tuan thought about the fact that they had no cotton-padded jackets or down coats and had to wear clothes made of grass, he felt cold for the people even though it wasn't winter yet.

Not to mention those soldiers guarding the border further north. They should be thankful if they are not frozen to death, let alone marching and fighting.

In view of the fact that the Great Xia Dynasty was so lame in surviving the winter, Jiang Tuan decided to focus on both keeping warm and heating, and was determined to do both well, so as to at least prevent the people of the Great Xia from freezing to death in this cold season.

In terms of keeping warm, Jiang Tuan gave three suggestions. One is to collect more duck down and goose down to see if they can be made into down jackets.

When talking about down jackets, he specifically asked Ning Ling to bring his black down jacket to Jiang Qi to try on.

Although the loose down jacket on him was still too small for Jiang Qi's tall figure, it did not prevent him from experiencing the warmth brought by the clothes.

After the experience, Jiang Qi said that he would immediately arrange people to collect duck feathers and goose feathers, and try to make the first down jacket of the summer before winter comes.

The second suggestion is to collect wool. Since there is no cotton, sweaters should be the most economical and warm clothing for the common people of the Great Xia Dynasty.

After Jiang Tuan finished explaining the benefits of the sweater, Jiang Qi liked it very much, but a look of difficulty appeared on his face.

"This sweater is nice, but there aren't that many sheep in Daxia. Where can we get so much wool?"

As for the problem of no wool, Jiang Tuan has already come up with a solution.

"Your Majesty, Daxia doesn't have it, but the Xiongnu do!"