Everyone has a love of beauty.


    This is true for future generations, as well as people in the Tang Dynasty.


    For women in the Tang Dynasty, they are quite particular about their faces and manners.


    They have never seen the exquisite eyebrow pencil, but they also know to outline their eyebrows with charcoal.


    I have never seen bright lipstick, but I can already paint my lips with rough lipstick.


    In any era, women are definitely a huge consumer group.


    Naturally, in this prosperous Tang Dynasty, the same is true!


    Tang Hao, who has a big dream of making money, smiles foolishly in his arms.


    At this moment, they found that their previous good words and advice had been left behind by their husband.


    "Husband? Do you have a way to get money? If not, I will ask my father to withdraw those tickets."


    The gentle words of Princess Changle lingered in her ears.


    Before answering, Li Wanqing''s Pink fist had already knocked over.


    "Don''t try again!"


    "Sister Lizhi is also the apple of your Majesty''s eye. If she intercedes, your majesty will certainly agree!"


    On his shoulder, he was hit by soft cotton, and Tang Hao suddenly returned to his mind. He looked at the two happily and said happily.


    "Withdraw? Why withdraw? This is a good chance for us to make money!"


    "Today, the prime minister will make something different for you!"


    Tang Hao''s slightly excited face had a touch of mystery, which made Princess Changle and Li Wanqing more curious.


    The scene of embracing left and right really embarrassed the ancients. The female steward passing by glanced at it, pursed her lips and smiled. She was about to leave, but Tang Hao shouted.


    "Why are you dodging?"


    "Tell some people to pick some fresh flowers. The best are roses and lilies."


    Tang Hao said this mainly because he had seen it in Li Jing''s courtyard. It''s common.


    The female steward kept her head down, took her life, and hurried away.


    Li Wanqing and Princess Changle, still in Tang Hao''s arms, didn''t wake up until the female steward left.


    Remembering the scene seen by the steward of Fang Cainv, their cheeks were burning.


    Although she has been married, she is still a young girl. If she is seen by others, she will inevitably be ashamed.


    Almost at the same time, they seemed to be burning. They left their broad chest like lightning and took a step back.


    Tang Hao looked at their reaction and was immediately amused. He laughed and joked.


    "I''m Tang Hao. I''m married openly. What''s the shame?"


    "Now, how can it be like a lover''s private meeting?"


    The voice of the words suddenly increased, as if to announce to the people in the mansion.


    The faces of the two people, who were originally very shy, were red, like cooked shrimps.


    The two beautiful eyes glared at Tang Hao angrily and spoke in the same voice.


    "Shameless!"


    After that, they rushed out of the house, followed the crowd, picked the petals and left.


    ……


    Qingzhou.


    The golden glow of the morning sun poured out through thin clouds.


    People wrapped in fur coats have wandered in the streets early.


    This is the beginning of April.


    The hard-working people have already gathered good incense wax, called on the neighbors, and went in groups to the largest earth temple in the prefecture.


    In this land with rich humanistic atmosphere, the people who grow food on the ground and eat on the sky seem to have special respect for the land God.


    Through the bustling crowd, the arched old man held the incense wax tightly and slowly approached the candle.


    The shadow of fire was reflected in the turbid eyes, as if the incense wax in the hands were melons and fruits carefully taken care of by themselves.


    Three columns of fragrance, smoke rising, curling away, rough palm protecting the flame-retardant incense wax, gently swinging.


    The figure with trembling forehead knelt to the ground and whispered in his mouth.


    "God of agriculture, old man Zhang came to worship you with incense wax today."


    "Listen to my children. Worship emphasizes a sincere heart. In the fields, immortals will not pass by. They will show their spirits only in this temple."


    "The old man hasn''t read a book and doesn''t understand these etiquette. Don''t blame the God of agriculture."


    When he looked up, muddy tears filled his eyes, and his big hands full of calluses and cracks trembled gently holding incense candles.


    "Last year''s bad harvest must be the punishment of the gods to the old man. Now the old man knows where to honor your old man and will offer incense on time."


    "I just hope the gods bless me. This year, my old bone can also buy seeds and plant food."


    The old man bowed again, trembling his lips and said.


    "I wish my child could be released by the government earlier. My old man is just like this!"


    After three prayers, he took a little yellow mud with his big hands, shivered, inserted the incense wax, and walked out of the temple step by step.


    Looking at the trembling and disappearing figure, they talked at the door.


    "Isn''t that old man Zhang? He doesn''t have enough food and clothes, and he has more money to worship the earth God?"


    "Oh! I haven''t heard what his son said. Learning from Confucius and Mencius is only about appearance, not meaning. Poor me."


    "Shh! Speak carefully. Don''t be listened to by the people of Zhangjia, or you will catch criticism and humiliate Professor Kong."


    "To count the ancestors, old man Zhang is also from Zhangjia. Have you ever eaten a penny of Zhang Xian?"