You Hun felt that the wool sweater he wore was still a little uncomfortable. After all, it was quite unlike his usual loose clothing and accentuated his potbelly.
Yet this close-fitting wool sweater kept out every draft. Not only did he feel no chill, he actually felt rather hot.
You Hun was plump and flabby to begin with. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he said, "Your Majesty, our old winter clothes were loose and ill-fitting, so the wind often found its way inside. Though they kept out the cold, our hands and feet were always icy. But once I put on this wool sweater, even my hands and feet stopped feeling cold."
You Hun greatly envied Gao Lanying. Even as a woman, she possessed such talent, whereas he was good for nothing. Without realizing it, he felt a little more inferior.
The wool sweater's ability to ward off the cold was indeed excellent. After all, people would still be wearing such garments three thousand years later. They required little technological sophistication, and even versions made a thousand years apart offered much the same warmth. In this already warm era, people would no longer need to fear the cold, even in the North Sea.
Zi Shou did not care. So long as he could earn a haul of foolishness value through sheep devouring men, let wool sweaters appear. With no worries about food or clothing, the common people would have more breath to curse him with.
As for the common people, so long as no information leaked, there could be no praise from them.
After all, with their limited knowledge, they could not possibly know that his frenzied attacks on the nobles and his ban on enclosing land were meant to prevent crops from being replaced by pasture and causing