The Great Tang: World Martial God

Everything went smoothly in the cabinet, until the end of the day, nearly 100,000 credits were received in one day.

Anyway, the stock is also moldy and rusty in its own money warehouse. If it is stored in the cabinet, it is free of charge. If you save enough time, you can still make a profit.

At dusk, the stored coins had not yet been put in the treasury, and the steward of the imperial house came to the door.

"Master Hou! It's not good!"

"Something went wrong over the kiln factory!"

Tang Hao twisted his brows slightly, and he felt as if something went wrong in the kiln factory without going to Huangzhuang for a day?

Putting down the ledger in his hand, Tang Hao greeted him.

"What's the matter?"

The old steward's face was full of sadness, a look of embarrassment.

"The cement we fired in the imperial kiln factory we requisitioned was not sticky."

"The test block made in the morning is now all powder, so I can't use it!"

Not forming?

How can it be?

My own ingredient was tested in Yangzhou. Is it possible that the limestone is divided into different regions?

Tang Hao's expression became a little unhappy without wrinkling high.

"How can it be like this?"

Hearing the question, the old manager hesitated on the spot, rubbing his hands, hesitated.

Seeing this kind of appearance, Tang Hao expected that there must be something tricky in it, and he walked out of the cabinet without asking too much.

"Go and see!"

Driving to the official kiln, Tang Hao was disturbed.

These cements were promised to the king of Tang that flood control dams would be cast along the banks of the Yellow River during the dry season of the Yellow River in winter.

The quality problem is directly related to the safety of the people around the coast, and there is nothing to lose!

A good formula can be produced in Huangzhuang, but can't be produced in official kilns?

Passing through the wide iron gate, I saw a row of kiln workers in linen, squatting on the ground, silent.

An official dressed in a fourth-grade official mansion, with his hands behind his back, whispered these things in his mouth.

Going closer, only then did you hear clearly.

"You blind dog minions, useless trash!"

"Even the cement in this kiln can't be fired well? The flood season of the Yellow River is not far away! Just what you look like now, what use do you want?"

The lead kiln worker lowered his head, twisting a bit of resentment.

"Master Xie, originally we added 20 stones to each kiln, but you insisted that it was forty stones to be strong."

"This fire can't penetrate the stone, so naturally it will burn."

"We... we can't do anything..."

Although it was taking over the official kiln, it was after all other people's turf, and the words in charge of affairs were somewhat unassuming.

The words are full of caution, for fear that if a sentence is heavy, it will offend the senior official in front of him.

The official with his hands on his back leaned his head forward, puffed up his bronze bells, and stared at the kiln worker leader.

"what?"

"From your point of view, is this the official's fault?"

"The official kiln that has been fired for your majesty for nearly 20 years does not understand your little sesame matter?"

The back of the hand sounded in front, and the knuckles hit the bright forehead of the leader of the official kiln.

"Listen to your kid!"

"When the officer first made the earthenware pots and bowls, you were just a **** in the field and mud. Could it be possible to argue with me about the issue of adding ingredients?"

"Adding more stone is for the sake of strengthening, adding so much yellow mud, do you really think you can pass the test?"

"Tell you boy, these cements are to be used to build flood control dams! It is about the lives of millions of people downstream and hundreds of thousands of people! If something goes wrong, can you bear it?"

The leading kiln worker lowered his head and was beaten with bangs. He was afraid of his official position and did not dare to show the slightest anger.

"But... but you can see the finished product now."

"This cement is not a block at all, it is completely different from those made in the imperial house."

As soon as the voice fell, the official said ‘hey’. I didn’t expect that this little kiln worker would dare to talk back!

Especially in front of these many people, confronting his own four-rank high-ranking official? How can I keep my face?

Bowing his body, looking at the drooping face, the official's face rose with a hint of anger, and his fingers poked the leading kiln worker's chest.

"What do you mean, it's mine? What's wrong with you?"

"Stop the kiln for the wine, how long will it take to cool down and how long will it take to make it out, can you control it?"

After that, the official pointed at the slumped kiln workers in front of him, took two strides, and shouted sharply.

"Look! Look at how you are not waking up!"

"What did you do all night last night? Is this something made for the royal family, have you ever taken care of it?"

"Tell you! This is the official kiln! It is not the place where you eat together! If you want to mix up, go home and mix up!"

The lead kiln worker clenched his teeth and his eyes were red.

This is hard work to make cement, and the smoke and dust are so great that everyone is very embarrassed.

Especially in the evening, everyone is full of energy and doing their best, but at this time is denied by one sentence, who can bear it?

But in the face of this high-ranking court official, no matter how reasonable he is, he dare not make a mistake!

Offended this person, put on a pair of shoes, not to mention taking wages, I was afraid that the charges of cutting corners and neglecting processing would make the family restless.

Suddenly raising his eyes, he saw Tang Hao's figure slowly stopping a few steps behind the official, his hands on his back, his face serious.

It seemed that the grievances in my heart surged up for a moment.

"Master Hou!"