The Great Tang: World Martial God

The imperial doctor came, and the same was true for taking the pulse.

The sudden surprise gave Tang Hao a touch of pressure and more fighting spirit.

In this different time and space, not only fighting for oneself, but also for the flesh and blood that has not yet been born.

In the early morning, the first rays of sunlight pierced the clouds.

The golden light beam splashed on the earth, and the Marquis Mansion moved completely.

"You guys, go to the wasteland to dig back some yellow mud and start making the kiln."

"And you, don't spare a place in the imperial mansion to house the place built by the mud kiln."

"What? Not enough space? If it is not enough, expand outwards and acquire some fertile land."

Early in the morning, Tang Hao commanded all the servants and began to get busy with the glaze firing.

At present, the two major projects of restaurants and cabinets need to be supported by a steady stream of money.

The production of colored glaze must also be arranged as soon as possible, at least to free up the money for the construction of the cabinet.

In the entire courtyard, the courtyard was cleaned up and the warehouse was vacated. Pull up the carriage and load the baskets, and go to prepare to load some yellow mud back. There are also those who go to select locations and perform their duties.

At this busy hour, Wu Tong rushed in from the mansion with excitement on his face.

"Master Hou! Master Hou!"

"Let's have your white stack flower bloomed!"

"Go and see!"

This rough man has always cared like a child for the cotton field in the imperial estate.

After returning to the Marquis Mansion this time, he rushed to the imperial house in a hurry to check the growth of cotton.

After a few months, the cotton is growing very well. The large green leaves of summer have already withered, and one by one they split open, squeezing out masses of snow-white cotton from it.

On the branches that are not high, clusters of clusters seem to be dotted with clusters of white snow on the branches.

Seeing the vast expanse of whiteness, Wu Tong couldn't help but remember what Tang Hao had said at the time that this Bai Diezi could make our poor people of Tang Dynasty no longer suffer from the suffering of the cold winter, so he hurriedly came to report.

Had it not been for Wu Tong's reminder, Tang Hao, who was devoting himself to making money and building ships, would have almost forgotten about it!

"Go! Go and see!"

Tang Hao remembers that when he found these cotton seeds, there weren't many. The cotton planted in Huangzhuang’s fertile fields was worth only a few acres.

Sitting on the carriage, Wu Tong looked excited.

This always silent man, at this moment, is like opening the gate of chat, talking endlessly.

"Master Hou! If you really are what you said, you are the lucky star of our Datang people!"

"The rich and noble people don't have to say much. They are used to eating big fish and meat. Usually, the servants will accumulate some duck feathers and duck down. When winter comes, they will be filled in the quilt, warm and light."

"I remember that there are many willow trees beside the pond in our village. In spring and summer, many people rushed to collect those catkins, and they often cursed for it."

"And our reeds, the people in this city only think that the reed flowers are ten thousand silks hanging down and they are really beautiful. But I don't know that this thing is like a treasure in the eyes of the villagers. Many people still use it to tie into short sections. The straw to keep out the cold."

The endless chattering voice echoed in his ears, and Tang Hao felt uneasy.

This era is still in the eyes of the poor. The wealthy and wealthy families wear gold and silver, and have warm clothes and bedding.

But these poor people, who are struggling for their livelihood all day, are slightly lucky, and may be able to put together a catkin quilt, which will be passed on from generation to generation.

As for the poorer families, they can only rely on the work of ploughing the land to temporarily gain warmth, and even can only use this rough and airy straw bedding.

Pat Wu Tong's shoulder lightly, Tang Hao's face was full of firmness.

"Don't worry, although you and I are different in identity, in my heart, you are my Tang Hao's brother of the opposite sex."

"In childhood, you didn't have any cotton clothes. Your brother's tragedy will never happen again!"

A mysterious smile flashed across Tang Hao's face.

"When I was in Yangzhou, I accidentally learned from a foreign businessman that in the land of Longyou, the herdsmen had found a vast expanse of snow-like flowers, like a meadow of Mianyang, and clouds in the sky in an oasis."

"If I guessed right, it must be this white stack!"

"If you are free, you might as well pull some manpower from the army. At that time, we won't have so many poor families in this winter, and we will endure the cold and starve."

Wu Tong, who has always been determined, seemed to be unstoppable excited at this moment, and a few drops of tears burst out of the corner of his eyes.

A dignified master, after listening to his unfortunate childhood, he paid attention to everything and searched for himself the whereabouts of Bai Diezi!

"Master Hou! I am for those fathers and villagers, thank you for this reborn parent!"

Wu Tong is good at everything. The only drawback is that he has to kowtow to thank you for a little bit of gratitude.

As if he had done something to save the people of the world, he was admired and respected by thousands of people.

Holding up Wu Tong who was kneeling on the ground, Tang Hao smiled.

"Is there anyone else here, why are you so."

"Making cotton-padded clothes is not only for these suffering people, but also for the soldiers who come to our Datang to travel around."