Martial Sage

Under the setting sun, the petite two cuddled up on their stalwart bodies in the Marquis' mansion.

The man whispered in a low voice, warm and tender, and full of love.

The arduous afterglow outlines the three figures, which are reflected on the bluestone floor behind them, cuddling tightly.

Fortunately, a man of later generations, Tang Hao, has a lot of knowledge about incubation, and he speaks clearly and well.

Early the next morning.

Tang Hao carefully taught the maids in the front hall of the mansion, the aspects that should be paid attention to, the daily diet, the routine of Changle Princess, and the proper walking exercise.

It is strictly forbidden to make noise in the backyard of the Marquis Mansion to ensure cleanliness and quietness.

The maids and servants had never seen Tang Hao so serious, and knew that it was a matter of great importance, so they kept in mind while listening carefully.

The Marquis Mansion set the custom of three meals a day, and also changed the Princess Changle. In addition to the three meals, there are broth and fresh fruits.

Regarding the nutrition of the fetus in the abdomen, Tang Hao didn't dare to be sloppy, planning to get a recipe in his spare time.

After finishing everything, it was already three poles of the day. Tang Hao hurriedly took a few breakfasts before going to Huangzhuang.

It is estimated that the silly boy in the imperial village must have stayed up all night, kicked on two dim sum cakes, and instructed the maid to take care of the princess, and got into the carriage.

When I arrived at the drying market, the weather at noon was already a bit hot, and the scene before him suddenly made Tang Hao Didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

The dark man, wearing a cotton-filled gown, was basking in the bouncing cotton against the scorching sun.

Tang Hao stepped forward, looking at Wu Tong with a weird look.

"How do you make your clothes like women's skirts? Are these cotton-padded clothes made by you?"

Listening to the question, Wu Tong turned around with two dark circles under his eyes, and saw Tang Hao looking at himself, smiling awkwardly.

"Master Hou is busy, and it's not easy to bother the little ones. Yesterday I found a dresser overnight and made one to try on."

Looking at Wu Tong's sweat-soaked hair and the sweat beading on his forehead, Tang Hao looked up at the sun above his head.

"Don't you feel hot when the sun is scorching?"

Wu Tong smiled, wiped his face with a sweat towel on his neck, showing a relieved smile.

"Hot! Hot is good."

"Let's try this cotton to keep out the cold."

Patting the uneven cotton-padded clothes on his body, Wu Tong added excitedly.

"Don't tell me, this stuff is really warm!"

"Today Chenshi can sweat when wearing this stuff."

Throwing two pieces of pastry, Tang Hao scolded with a smile.

"You're afraid you are not a fool! This cotton-padded jacket will not be worn until winter. It is only the end of summer and autumn has not yet arrived. It must be hot to wear!"

Patting Wu Tong like a bear, Tang Hao continued.

"Take it off quickly! This is not the time to wear cotton clothes."

Looking at the two bites of pastries, Wu Tong raised his head, with a plea in his eyes.

"Master Hou, can we not take it off?"

"Thinking that this cotton-padded quilt can make many poor people stop shivering at night, and prevent countless children from suffering from freezing diseases, and the people in the mountains and forests can also watch the rising sun warmly. In my heart Caring and happy."

In just a few words, it seemed like a sharp blade poked at the heart.

Ironically, in Datang's costumes, noble ladies can show their breasts, but the poor can only have narrow clothes and narrow sleeves.

But in winter, those who died from frostbite were all these poor people who were tightly covered.

Tang Hao couldn't see the suffering of these hardworking people, especially the subordinates who he considered more than life.

Holding such a thick cotton-padded coat on a hot day, not sweating or dehydrating, but also scorching heat, causing some internal fire.

With a kick on Wu Tong's arm, Tang Hao scolded.

"What do you know!"

"The cotton-padded jacket you made is covered tightly on the top, and the wind is open underneath. Just like this cotton-padded jacket, wrapped in ten pieces, it doesn't necessarily keep warm!"

"Quickly take it off for me, I'll make a new one for you, and you can try it on again!"

Seeing Tang Hao want to improve his cotton coat, Wu Tong's face suddenly burst into a simple and honest smile.

He filled his mouth with the cakes, he couldn't say a word, he hurriedly removed the cotton coat from his body, handed it to Tang Hao, hehe smirked.

Standing in front of him as if he had just finished taking a shower, he was sweaty even in his cotton-padded clothes.

Tang Hao glared at Wu Tong and shouted.

"Go to the dining room and ask for a bucket of warm water, and put on a set of clothes after washing."

Wu Tong stood still, wriggling his mouth full of cakes, whispering these things.

Although he didn't really hear it, Tang Hao had already read from those eyes, he wanted to follow along to see how to make the cotton-padded clothes.

Warm up in cold sweats, it is easy to catch the wind and cold, if you really follow along, even if it is as strong as an iron cow, it will definitely not be spared.

Tang Hao lifted his leg with a kick, pushing on Wu Tong's thigh.

"If you don't follow the instructions, you can't do the opposite?"

Seeing that Tang Hao seemed to be really angry, Wu Tong turned his head and ran to the dining room, not daring to look back at it.

Tang Hao folded his arms around the cotton-padded jacket and pulled a smile on his face.

"This kid, dare to resist orders!"

Straddled to the wooden house and ordered the imperial house to pass by.

"Go and recruit a few dressmakers, and buy some good fabrics along with them. I want to make a set of cotton clothes for the farmers in the imperial village."

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