Martial Sage

Installing a kiln is not an easy task.

Although the firing was stopped, the temperature in the mud kiln was still very high. The kiln workers were shirtless, their faces were black and red, and their arms were sweating profusely.

The dust adsorbed on the body, and the big beads of sweat, flowed rustlingly.

Some kiln workers unloaded the residues that had been cleaned up by several trucks, sweating, and took off the masks stretched on their mouths, breathing heavily.

The dust of the waste cement was being moved and cleaned up, and it was flying around in the sun. Many kiln workers without masks coughed twice and continued to throw a shovel of waste residue onto the wheelbarrow.

Tang Hao didn't wear a mask when he came, covering his nose and mouth, and walked in.

The scene before him not only surprised Tang Hao.

The smoke and dust billowed, and the kiln workers a little far away couldn't see clearly, only the figures were shaking!

These kiln workers are like clay cows, topless, and they don't even wear masks, so they are busy with each other.

Kicked on the kiln worker who was shoveling cement residue next to him, and the kiln worker with the shovel staggered, hearing a roar from behind him.

"Who made you do this?"

"Get out of here!"

Under the scorching sun, rows of kiln workers stood neatly, looking at each other, wondering why Tang Hao became angry again.

Slowly walking twice in front of these clay figures, Tang Hao's expression was gloomy and scary.

Li Mang glanced at these panic kiln workers, Tang Hao finally stopped and looked at the steward behind him.

"what happened?"

"Where are the sackcloth work clothes I sent? Where are the masks?"

The steward's face was pale, and when he heard the roar in front of him, he was a little afraid, and his voice became trembling.

"Subordinates...have already distributed twenty sets of clothes."

"And...there are those...masks, and...also taught them how to use them."

"As for the others, subordinates... subordinates don't know."

A few sets of clothes and a few masks made this approachable Master Hou get such a big fire, and the manager felt a little confused.

Except for the weird shape, those clothes are divided into tops and trousers. The material is just ordinary linen, and it is not worth much money. Don't you need to be so irritated?

The lead kiln worker smirked, walked out of the crowd slowly, and said to Tang Hao's cupped hands.

"Master Hou, don't get angry."

"These clothes, Mr. Lee, have indeed been distributed to us."

"Everyone looks at the clothes really weird, but the materials are good. It's a bit extravagant to wear in this plastered place."

"We have all sent our clothes home, and we can wear them for women and children, and we can paint them clean and wear them for a few more years."

As soon as the voice fell, a kiln worker walked out behind him and said with a smiley face.

"Yeah! Lord Hou, we are in the mud. Wearing such good clothes is a waste."

"There are also the two pig mouths that everyone sent. They look ugly but thick. They should be able to keep out the cold."

"When it's severe winter, we will wrap our baby around our legs so that we can't get through the wind, and we won't have leg pain when we grow up."

After this person's mention, other kiln workers in the crowd also echoed.

"Yeah, Lord Hou, we are all used to crawling in the mud in the countryside, and it's not getting in the way if we get a little bit of dust."

"Mud legs! Don't touch the ash, eat some soil, people thought we were here to have fun in the kiln."

"We, Pishi, this dust is nothing at all. I hope Lord Hou will not blame us."

Knowing that they had made a mistake, these kiln workers also missed their wives and children at home, and they all laughed with them at this time, hoping that Tang Hao could understand.

Hearing these words, Tang Hao's nose was a bit sad.

A piece of finely crafted sackcloth has become a good material in the mouths of these wild men.

Even the slap-sized mask can be regarded as a treasure, as a child's protection from the cold.

Sucking the cement powder, carrying the cement that can break his waist, he was covered in mud like a clay cow, but he was always concerned about the livelihood of the family.

This may be the responsibility on the shoulders of the Datang man, or it may be the strong paternal love.

Tang Hao couldn't listen to these words that made people sore and moist, and he cursed in a low voice.

"Bastard stuff!"

"Do you know the damage to your body caused by the dust floating in the air? The light ones are extremely itchy, the severe ones are painful and chapped."

"Also, that's a mask! It's not a pig's mouth! I carefully added thin charcoal to filter the dust!"

"I don't want to get tuberculosis, you all wear it well for me!"

Tang Hao didn't give these laughing kiln workers a good face, after all, physical health is not a trifling matter.

If only because of making cement, the kiln workers who have been harmed have fallen to the root of the disease, he would rather not make these things.

The kiln workers who were still laughing, seeing that Tang Hao didn't seem to be joking this time, they all narrowed their smiles and kept silent.

Glancing at the quiet kiln worker, Tang Hao took a look at his business.

"Go to those new clothes, new masks!"

"From today, you can only work in the kiln if you wear long-sleeved work clothes."

"If anyone doesn't follow, get out of here immediately!"

Although the kiln workers did not understand the terrible TB and skin diseases, they were very thorough in their hearts.

Tang Hao did this for their health.

What's more, there are two new sets of clothes here, which immediately wiped out the loss of my heart.

One by one bowed and thanked again and again.

"Thank you Lord Hou!"

Tang Hao strode around and walked outside the kiln factory, shouting sharply.

"Get out and wash!"

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