Martial Sage

Tang Mansion.

Trucks of mud bricks were pulled back neatly, but fortunately, the summer heat can set the mud bricks in the shade.

Under Tang Hao's command, the five chimneys were full of smoke.

The first time he burned mud bricks, Tang Hao was a little worried, afraid that the fire temperature was not enough, and the bricks burned out were cracked.

Fortunately, a few craftsmen who had burned porcelain sat in town, and Tang Hao simply shook his hand at the shopkeeper, and let them handle everything.

The scorching waves bake the entire courtyard as if it were about to melt. Unable to stay for a moment, Tang Hao already felt sweaty, and his whole body was soaked.

Tang Hao asked a few words, then turned around and returned to the mansion.

A few days of busyness finally attracted leisure time, and Tang Hao lay halfway on the bamboo mat, eating two melons, and thinking about it seriously.

During this period of time, there was no news from the public losers, so Meng Yuqi must be 80% of the public losers.

After thinking about it, Tang Hao didn't have a proper reason to explain, the reason for such a secret clan to send a woman into the imperial city.

It is also difficult to explain that the public losers made a special trip to find their own reasons to build ships.

Listening to the cicadas in the courtyard, Tang Hao was inexplicably irritable, moved his seat and placed it in a breezy place, Tang Hao leaned back in his chair while sleeping.

Chang'an's reply has not yet been received, but Tang Hao has a hunch that the money that Tang Wang will allocate this time will not be much.

If you re-open up a fortune in Yangzhou, where will you start?

There are so many graceful ladies in Jiangnan water towns, returning to their old business to make perfume?

There are many piers and foreign businessmen shuttle, and it seems that the market for green tea will be good.

Poetic landscapes, gifted scholars, and wine drinkers are certainly not among the few, and perhaps fermented wine is also the best choice.

Tang Hao's thoughts followed the gentle breeze, along with the artificial landscapes and pavilions, the flowers, birds, fish and insects gradually spread, dozing in a daze.

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The empty mountain bird whispers, and the green trees are shaded.

The village of the public losers can be described as a summer resort.

Meng Yuqi held Steps and sat in front of the wooden house window, watching the clear agate shining brightly.

I heard the voice of the public losers and the people's conversation.

"This Tang Hao is really weird, a good marquis, with a lot of family business in the imperial city, why bother in the land of Yangzhou?"

The man who planed the plank picked up the plank, opened one eye, looked down one end of the plank, and said casually.

The woman under the eaves grabbed a handful of rice grains and carefully selected the sand and stones.

"Isn't it! A second-rank official, this is the pinnacle of the young generation in the court! This salary alone can last a few years for our family."

"I don't know what he is doing like this."

The woman put down the rice grains, picked up the pottery bowl, sighed, and walked towards the stream.

"This Tang Hao's mind is really invisible. There is loess everywhere, and he actually wants to buy it with money."

"If it is said that the money is for the labor of the people who make mud bricks, the price of this ten yuan is more than the money earned by planting rice."

"I, a mountain villager, don't understand, whether he has too much money and is willing to help the poor peasants. I really think that the masonry he made can sell for a good price!"

A man walked out from the house next to him, smiling, and took the stubbornly.

"Auntie, when you say this, you just think that Tang Hao is so stupid!"

"Following such a person, are we still afraid that we will have no money in the future?"

Before he finished speaking, he laughed out loud.

"Yes! With such a person, even if we can't talk about Guangzong Yaozu, at least we can enjoy the glory and wealth!"

The words just ended and a group of people burst into laughter.

Nothing else, because Tang Hao's move was unthinkable, even a little stupid.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the yellow mud cannot be planted, nor can it be made of ceramics, which is simply worthless.

But Tang Hao didn't seem to believe in this evil, so he wanted to burn some masonry.

Today's Datang buildings are mostly made of wood. Who uses this mud to build houses?

Another woman under the eaves gave the laughing men a fierce look, and scolded softly.

"Silence! Don't quarrel with children resting in the house!"

After that, he turned his head and glanced at the woman who was washing rice in front of the waterwheel, and said.

"If Tang Hao is like what you said, why can he create so many novel things? How can he dare to take over this shipbuilding matter?"

"Eh! We lose to the patriarch but have thought out the exam questions? How can we see this Tang Hao?"

The woman Tao Mi turned to Nunu, the innermost house in the village, and whispered softly.

"This matter can be regarded as worrying as our patriarch! I have been studying in the house all day and welcoming Tang Hao, but there is still no sign of it!"

The laughter outside the house gradually subsided, and the conversation stopped. Meng Yuqi sighed lightly and looked at the lush woods outside the house.

Inadvertently a flash of worry flashed in his eyes, mixed with a few melancholy, and murmured.

"Tang Hao, Tang Hao, this time you fiddle with these useless yellow mud, but you must create something shocking, don't brush your reputation in the imperial city."

Between the words, Meng Yuqi's gaze shifted lightly, and through the gap in the door, she looked at the old man in the room who was holding a scroll and reading carefully.

"Hey! Grandpa obstructed in every possible way, and I don't know when he is a head. Does Tang Hao really have so many hours to wait for the exam questions for our public losers?"

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