The Great Tang: World Martial God

Nanshan Huangzhuang.

In the golden autumn and September, the weather changes gradually, and there will be some coolness in the morning and evening.

There are more carriages coming to the imperial village to wait for the wine, and the green tea business has been booming.

Tang Haoyuan thought that these tea craftsmen under his hands would stand on their own and fly away after being proficient in their skills.

Facts have proved that these ancients cannot be measured by the thinking of later generations at all.

Perhaps it is because the wages and treatment that I have given are too good, or it may be that these craftsmen under my control have learned their gratitude.

Throughout the sweaty summer, no one of the brewers and tea makers who kept producing had complained, and none of them quit.

On the contrary, the neatly arranged wine jars fill more than half of the backyard, and the pots of fried tea will also be stacked half a foot high.

With these reserves, Tang Hao doesn't need to worry that there is no inventory available in the new store.

Simply greeted the vendors in line, and Tang Hao took Wu Tong straight to a drying field in front of the mountainside.

Except for the dried green tea, it is the cotton ball that has been de-seeded in the past two days.

"Master Hou! Thanks to the two pegboards you made, we are now finishing the work ahead of schedule!"

A peasant woman smiled and pulled the cotton ball on the ground while smiling and asking Tang Hao for credit.

Tang Hao smiled indifferently, looking at the cotton masses spread on the linen cloth, clusters piled up like a piece of snow at the foot of a mountain.

"Everyone, your hard work!"

Between the words, he walked forward quickly, grabbing a cotton ball and inspecting it carefully.

The long and short hairs are messy, white and flawless, and there are no black seeds, which can be called top grade.

The woman said with a smile.

"This is the first time I have seen this pile of cotton balls. They look like catkins. It looks really gratifying."

"Master Hou, do we collect so many white stacks to make bedding?"

After listening, Tang Hao stood up and shook his head slowly.

"These cotton **** are not like threads. If they are stuffed in like this, they are low-lying and uncomfortable to cover. They need to be processed again."

This is the first time the woman has heard of the term cotton ball.

However, the shocking thing was that he said casually, and he really guessed it!

With eyes wide open, the woman said in surprise.

"Really make a bedding?"

"God! This is a bit too extravagant, this is the flower that those family princes admire!"

"But these flowers feel much better than catkins."

I heard that these things were used to make bedding, which still surprised the woman. After all, such things are still extremely rare in the imperial city.

With the appearance of scholar Tang Hao, he twisted a flower and rubbed it on her cheek.

"Master Hou really pays attention to people, he is so meticulous when he makes a bedding."

"What else we can do, please ask Lord Hou to order."

Putting down the cotton ball in his hand, Tang Hao smiled mysteriously.

"The next thing becomes interesting."

"Take a lacrosse stick and silk thread, before you move to a few high tables, I want to teach you how to play cotton."

"From now on, you will no longer take care of those green vegetables, fruits and vegetables. From now on, you will plant cotton, make quilts, and make cotton clothes with peace of mind."

Since Tang Hao moved into Huangzhuang, the division of labor has been particularly detailed.

Those who take care of melons and fruits, those who grow tea, and those who raise fish in the pond, including those teasmiths and winemakers, each perform their duties and take charge of a region.

As for the remaining farmers, they are all assigned to take care of the green vegetables.

Although Cotton has not heard of it twice, but who can control so much, this assignment is transferred to a position, just like a Datang official, even if he has one acre of land, his salary will increase.

A dozen people hurriedly sent to the dining room, picking branches and searching for silk threads.

The tool for playing cotton is very easy to make. Based on the skills in the countryside at that time, Tang Hao made the last one based on the gourd drawing.

Holding the mallet in his right hand, and the hockey stick tied around his waist in his left hand, he flicked.

Not to mention, this is the first time I get started, it's quite rusty, and it's quite interesting after mastering the skills.

"Just like this, lightly hammer the silk thread, move it bit by bit, and bounce this tuft of cotton into strands, and then it's finished."

"The rest is the small stick silk thread with a fixed size, but you can play some first. Let's find a few dressers, sew a few shells, and stuff them in."

Wu Tong looked very seriously, and he was pleasantly surprised when he heard Tang Hao's simple words.

Some people who can't wait to take over Tang Hao's tools need to give them a try.

A rough man awkwardly holding a new tool, one click, the play is pretty good, but it always gives people an awkward feeling.

Regardless of the laughter of the people around, Wu Tong blushed, playing and watching carefully.

In the sun, the unsmiling man, with sweat on his forehead, didn't care about wiping, he was cautious in his hands as if he was afraid of breaking the tight thread.

The silky light cotton flew down around Wu Tong in the next flick. It was as white as snow, and it was really beautiful.

Boom booming silk thread is clear, like a hymn of filial piety, it seems to compose Wu Tong's concern for his relatives, and miss for his brother.

Seeing this scene, Tang Hao was filled with emotion.

Perhaps only those who have known Wu Tingqian will understand the longing for cotton clothes in his heart.

Rubbing his slightly sour eye sockets, Tang Hao said.

"Step up! This winter, farmers in our imperial village can wear this cotton coat to keep out the cold as much as possible!"