Marquis house.


    Tang Hao stood in front of the house and watched the galloping cavalry disappear before slowly turning back.


    "Whether the soldiers can wear cotton padded clothes this winter depends on these soldiers."


    As soon as he turned his head, Wu Tong''s eyes turned red, clenched his fists tightly and looked at himself with hope.


    "Hou ye, the cotton padded clothes you said are really so magical?"


    "Such a cluster of flowers... Can resist the invasion of this cold winter?"


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


    All the way down, when walking through the sea of corpses, the man who couldn''t be seen shouted pain and shed a tear.


    This time, it was indeed vaguely emotional. There was something like crying, but I didn''t know whether it was moving or sad.


    With a little doubt, Tang Hao solemnly replied.


    "It''s true. This white stack has a wide range of uses. I was lucky to meet an old man. Even in the severe winter, I only wear a single coat and sweat all over."


    "In the past two years, I have been paying attention to the origin of this white pile, but it is difficult to find it. This time, I found it in the grassland, and it sounded occasionally."


    After hearing this, Wu Tong looked excited, trembled and opened his hands, looked at the crumpled cotton ball, slowly propped up and trembled.


    "Can such things really... Really make our people affordable?"


    It seemed that in an instant, Tang Hao could vaguely feel that what the iron man revealed was a touch of deep sadness.


    Tang Hao thought for a moment and said.


    "This thing can be planted in the field, and ordinary people can also cultivate a wasteland to sow, which is quite convenient."


    "And when I met the old man, the old man gave the professor all his money to make the cotton padded clothes."


    Of course, the old man is also empty, but Tang Hao made it up temporarily.


    Hearing this, Wu Tong clenched the cotton ball, trembled all over, and looked into the eyes of the palm with generous brilliance.


    Just as Tang Hao asked, Wu Tong fell to his knees with a "pop" and kowtowed to Tang Hao.


    "Thank you, my subordinates, for those poor people!"


    "Thank you, Lord."


    At last, the man who had always been as strong as iron sobbed.


    It attracted the attention of several servants guarding the house. For a moment, I didn''t know what the man who had always been silent was doing.


    Seeing the figure kowtowing, Tang Hao had an ominous feeling in his heart.


    When Tang Hao pulled up the figure on the ground, he found that just these loud heads, sand and dust were all over Wu Tong''s forehead, and there were faint blood stains.


    Tang Hao looked at Wu Tong with tears on his face, frowned slightly and asked tentatively.


    "This cotton padded clothes is very important to you?"


    Wu Tong swallowed his saliva difficultly and came slowly.


    "If it were true as the Marquis said, my brother would not die that winter."


    Wiping the tears on his face, Wu Tong lifted his fingers, looked at the cotton ball in his hand and choked.


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


    "My brother wrapped the only fur in my family. That''s the day my brother never came back."


    "The father with inconvenient legs and feet searched for half a day before he found his brother."


    At this point, Wu Tong gradually trembled, as if he had experienced an especially terrible thing.


    "My brother is curled up like a ball, with terrible wounds on his legs, his body is blue with cold, and he still holds on to the tied wild vegetables."


    "That''s our food for three days!"


    At this point, Wu Tong''s eyes were filled with hate, clenched his fist tightly and hissed.


    "A leather coat killed my brother. It''s me! I killed my brother!"


    Raised his red eyes, Wu Tong gradually looked firm and said.


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


    "Heaven has no eyes. Rich people have big fish and meat. They are baked by charcoal fire and oven."


    "The poor worked hard all their life, but they only curled up in the leaky quilt and shivered. If they can''t wake up one day, they will leave forever."


    This is not so much the voice of Wu Tong as the voice of the poor people all over the world.


    The misfortune of a family reflects the dilemma faced by thousands of poor families in the Tang Dynasty.


    Zhenguan is prosperous, prosperous, extravagant and dazzling.


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


    Tang Hao came from across. After a few days of herding cattle, he was sent to the government house.


    Tang Hao had never experienced such a day as Wu Tong said.


    But seeing those hopeful eyes, Tang Hao already understood the hardships.


    Patting this old friend who gets along day and night, Tang Hao looked solemn and said.


    "I have never experienced the life of poor children."


    "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 it."


    "Don''t worry, I will let you wear this brand-new cotton padded clothes this winter. Our brothers and compatriots will have a warm year in the severe winter of the next year."


    A promise is not only for Wutong, but also for thousands of soldiers in the barracks.