Martial Sage

Marquis Mansion.

Tang Hao stood in front of the mansion, looked at the speeding cavalry and disappeared before turning his head slowly.

"This winter, whether soldiers can wear cotton-padded clothes depends on these soldiers."

As soon as the voice fell, when he turned his head, Wu Tong's eyes were red, and he clenched his fists tightly, looking at himself hopefully.

"Master Hou, the cotton-padded clothes you said are so magical?"

"Such a cluster of flowers... can it withstand the invasion of this cold winter?"

Staring at this excited man, Tang Hao was quite surprised.

This way down, the man who had not seen him screamed pain and shed a tear when he went to the dead mountain and the sea of ​​blood.

This appearance is indeed faintly emotional, quite a bit of a crying appearance, but I don't know whether it is moved or sad.

With some doubts, Tang Hao solemnly replied.

"It's true. This white stack is quite versatile. I was fortunate enough to meet an old man. Even in the severe winter, he was only wearing a single coat and still sweating all over."

"For the past two years, I have been paying attention to the source of this Bai Diezi, but it is difficult to find it. This time I found it in the grassland and it happened by accident."

After listening to this, Wu Tong looked excited, opened his hands tremblingly, watching the crumpled cotton ball, slowly propped up, and said in a trembled voice.

"Can something like this... really make it affordable for the common people?"

It seemed that for an instant, Tang Hao could vaguely feel that this iron-boned man showed a deep sense of sadness.

Tang Hao thought for a moment, said.

"This thing can be planted in the fields, and ordinary people can also cultivate a wasteland for sowing, which is quite convenient."

"And when I met this old man, the old man also taught the making of this cotton-padded jacket."

Of course, this old man was nothing but a temporary fabrication by Tang Hao.

Hearing this, Wu Tong clasped the cotton ball tightly, trembling lightly, and looked at his palm with generous brilliance.

Just as Tang Hao asked, Wu Tong knelt on the ground with a ‘puff-puff’, facing Tang Hao, ‘puff-puff’ his head.

"Those poor people of the subordinates, thank you Lord Hou!"

"Thank you Lord Hou."

At the end, this man who has always been as strong as iron actually sobbed.

Several domestic servants who were guarding the gate of the mansion drew his attention, and for a while, they didn't know what the hell this taciturn man was making.

Seeing the figure who knocked his head, Tang Hao had an ominous premonition in his heart faintly.

Pulling up the figure on the ground, Tang Hao discovered that just these few buzzes, Wu Tong's forehead was covered with sand and dust, and blood stains were faintly pouring out.

Tang Hao looked at Wu Tong who was full of tears, frowned slightly, and asked tentatively.

"This cotton coat is very important to you?"

Wu Tong swallowed hardly, and said slowly.

"If it were like what Hou Ye said, my Big Brother would not die that winter."

Wiping the tears on his face, Wu Tong raised his finger lightly, looked at the cotton ball in his hand, and choked.

"That winter, it was extremely cold, and the ice hanging on the window was a foot long. That was because I was very young and had frostbite on my hands and feet."

"Big Brother wrapped the only fur in the house on me, that day, Big Brother never came back."

"Father with inconvenient legs and legs searched for a long time before he found Big Brother."

Speaking of this, Wu Tong gradually trembled all over, as if experiencing a particularly terrible event.

"Big Brother curled up like a ball, with horrible wounds on his legs, his body was blue with cold, and he held tightly tied wild vegetables."

"That's our food for three days!"

Having said this, Wu Tong's eyes were full of hate, his fists tightly clenched, hissing.

"A leather jacket killed me Big Brother, it's me! I killed Big Brother!"

Lifting the red eyes, Wu Tong's eyes gradually showed a firm look, said.

"People can die of old age, they can be trampled to death by war horses, they can be shot to death by random arrows, but they cannot be frozen to death!"

"The sky has no eyes, and the rich and the rich have big fish and meat. They are grilled on charcoal fire and baked on a stove."

"The poor have toiled all their lives, but only curled up in a leaky bed and shivered. If one day they can't wake up, they will leave forever."

Rather than saying that this is the voice of Wu Tong, it is better to say that this is the voice of the poor people in the world.

The misfortune of a family reflects the dilemma faced by thousands of poor families in this Datang.

Zhenguan is flourishing, prosperous and luxurious, dazzling and dazzling.

But it is often the most dazzling thing that will cover the darkest side.

Tang Hao came from the traverse, and within a few days of herding the cowboys, he was sent to the mansion of the government.

Tang Hao had not experienced the kind of life Wu Tong said.

But seeing those hopeful eyes, Tang Hao had already realized the hardship.

Patting this old friend who was getting along day and night, Tang Hao said with a solemn expression.

"I have never experienced the life of a poor child."

"But most of our barracks are the children of these poor farmers. The relatives standing behind them may be as you said. I have to take care of this."

"Don't worry, I will let you wear this brand new cotton-padded jacket in this winter, and in the severe winter in the coming year, our brothers and compatriots will surely have a warm year."

A promise was given to Wu Tong and also to the thousands of soldiers in the barracks.

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