Martial Sage

A table of notes was sent back to Chang'an.

Tang Hao's itinerary started half a month later, and when he returned to the Marquis Mansion, it was already the end of August.

Back at the Marquis Mansion where he had been away for a few months, Tang Hao stood under the eaves of the front hall, looking at the familiar plants and trees in the courtyard.

Many flowers and plants are nourished by the summer temperature and grow a lot taller.

In the breeze, the golden osmanthus in the front hall flowerbed, under the luxuriant branches, the golden color loomed, and the small flowers were already in full bloom.

Although it has not yet reached the peak of the blooming season, the faint fragrance can still be smelled in the faint, not as strong as it is, and it smells very good.

Squinting his eyes slightly, he took a deep breath, as if he could smell autumn.

"Good boy! You are back eventually!"

An urn cries came from the corridor.

Hearing this shout and shout with a hint of resentment, Tang Hao almost didn't even think about it, and turned around to drill.

Along the way, Tang Hao was worried that Changsun Wuji would come to the door. After all, he had pitted this old man a lot with his colored glaze pen and inkstone.

Before arriving at the North Room, Changsun Wuji yelled in the front hall.

"Where's Tang boy? Don't hide, come out quickly!"

"The old man has just seen you in the corridor!"

Tang Hao, who was about to step into the house, was suffocated and his heart jumped. It seemed that hiding was too much.

Seeing the rushing figure from a long time ago, Tang Hao simply turned around and greeted him with a smile on his face.

"My eldest grandson, you are welcome, please forgive your sins and forgive your sins!"

Changsun Wuji obviously didn't take Tang Hao's set, and pointed to Tang Hao.

"You guy is so dark-hearted, even the old man's money is also earned! Are you really not thinking about your old love?"

"Let me ask you, this carved colored glaze pen and inkstone, but it comes from your kiln?"

With a shy face, Tang Hao smiled and said with cupped hands.

"Master Changsun really sees and listens to all directions. When he is in the imperial city, he has already inquired about Yangzhou thousands of miles away."

"You can't hide such trivial things from your dignified eyes. It's really a clairvoyant and clairvoyant for our Datang."

"In Datang, there is such a fairy-like figure as the grandson of the grandson, which is really the head of well-being."

As soon as the voice fell, Changsun Wuji waved his hand.

"You guys don't come to compliment you, let me ask you, these sixty thousand pens, can you guys receive a stable harvest?"

After listening, Tang Hao's expression changed, his face was full of innocence, and he waved his hands again and again.

"Master Changsun was wronged! Tang's production of colored glaze is also to raise money for Datang's navigation!"

"I have never thought about getting money for myself. This matter can be learned from the sun and the moon."

After that, Tang Hao raised his five fingers and pointed at the sky.

"If the grown-up doesn't believe it, the younger one can swear an oath."

Changsun Wuji didn't expect that Tang Hao, the kid, reacted quickly, and he actually got in touch with state affairs.

Taking advantage of a moment, Tang Hao leaned forward with a serious expression on his face.

"Master Changsun's contribution to the Tang Dynasty this time must be remembered by all the people of the Tang Dynasty!"

"By then, when the world is back, the generosity of Lord Changsun will surely be praised by the people of Datang."

In these words, Changsun Wuji ascending instantly to the height of the pillars of Datang.

Earlier, Changsun Wuji wanted to see Caibo want to return, but this time he heard that Tang Hao had spoken, but he couldn't speak.

If he speaks, wouldn't he be said to be unwilling to contribute to Datang? Ended up with a private owner who can only get in but not get out?

Chang Sun Wuji's tone slowed down, staring at Tang Haodao.

"Huh! What your kid said is nice!"

"Do you know how much money is enough for my government's expenses? You guy actually sold a piece of glass at a sky-high price? Did you pretend to be ignorant before?"

Is it possible that the wealth that has fallen into the Marquis's mansion still wants to be taken back?

Tang Hao took Changsun Wuji and walked towards the North House, speaking carefully and earnestly.

"Master Changsun! You occupy the Datang Iron Mine and smelt iron. You don't have to say more about such huge profits!"

"But it's inevitable that other people will be jealous if you can't get in like this. This kind of calm solution to your majesty's worry, why not take the name of a virtuous minister?"

"What's more, this is a good thing for the country and the people! When the ship is built, why not add a share of your credit?"

"It's time to take the lead, and you can get this first-class colored glaze, fame and fortune!"

Changsun Wuji frowned and thought for a moment, clutching his chin, as if there was a sense of enlightenment.

"Taking it from the people and using it for the people is this principle."

"How much did your kid get with this batch of colored glaze? Shipbuilding is not a small amount. It is really possible to build a ship? What about the house?"

Changsun Wuji knew in his heart that most of the money that can enter the Marquis Mansion is whether there is money in or out.

However, after calculating, it was not in vain to spend money to exchange some reputation.

After listening to Chang Sun Wuji's somewhat skeptical tone, Tang Hao rolled his eyes angrily.

"Longsun doesn't like me, Tang Hao?"

With both hands on hips, he raised his head and glanced diagonally at the grandson without a doubt.

"Houses must be built! Ships must be built!"

"Not only to make, but I also want to spread the silk and ceramics of the Tang Dynasty to other maritime countries, to promote the prestige of our country, and to strengthen the Tang Dynasty!"

Chang Sun Wuji's old face was amazed at first, then a little excited, and he took Tang Hao's hand.

"Walk around! Go to the face with the old man!"

Tang Hao had not been summoned, and he didn't know why Changsun Wuji was so confused.

"Why face saint?"

Raising Tang Hao, Changsun Wuji said.

"Hey! You kid don't know, your Majesty has been so worried about this matter after these days."

"This is an explanation for the officials and peace of mind for your majesty!"

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