Nanshan Huangzhuang.


    In autumn and September, the weather changes gradually, and it is still cool in the morning and evening.


    More and more carriages came to the imperial villa to wait for wine, and the business of green tea has been booming.


    Tang Haoyuan thought that his tea makers would set up their own doors and fly away after mastering their skills.


    Facts have proved that these ancients can not be measured by the thoughts of later generations.


    Perhaps the wages and treatment they gave were too good, or perhaps the craftsmen under their own hands thanked them for their kindness.


    All through the sweaty summer, the wine makers and tea makers who kept producing did not complain or quit.


    On the contrary, the neat wine jar will fill more than half of the backyard, and the cans of fried tea will be stacked on half a ten foot high shelf.


    With these reserves, Tang Hao doesn''t have to worry that there is no inventory available in the new store.


    Simply say hello to the vendors in line. Tang Hao takes Wu Tong straight to a sunburn in front of the hillside.


    In addition to the dried green tea, it is the cotton ball that has been seeded in the past two days.


    "Lord! Thanks to the two nail boards you made, we are now ahead of schedule!"


    A peasant woman pulled the cotton ball on the ground with a smile and asked Tang Hao for credit from afar.


    Tang Hao smiled indifferently and looked at the cotton balls spread on the linen, piled up one by one, like a piece of snow at the foot of the mountain.


    "Everybody, hard work!"


    Between the words, he walked forward quickly, grabbed a cotton ball and looked at it carefully.


    The long and short fluff is disorderly and mixed. It is white and flawless without black seeds. It can be called a top grade.


    The woman said with a smile.


    "It''s the first time I''ve seen this pile of cotton balls. It looks like catkins. It''s really gratifying."


    "Lord Hou, do we collect so many white stacks to make bedding?"


    After listening, Tang Hao stood up and shook his head slowly.


    "These cotton balls are not like silk. If they are filled in like this, they will be low-lying and uncomfortable to cover. They need to be processed again."


    This is the first time a woman has heard of the word cotton ball.


    But the shock was that I guessed right!


    With wide eyes, the woman said in surprise.


    "Really want to make bedding?"


    "Oh, my God! It''s a bit extravagant. It''s the flower enjoyed by those aristocratic CHILDES!"


    "But these flowers feel much better than catkins."


    The woman was surprised to hear that such things were used to make bedding. After all, such things are still very rare in the imperial city.


    Tang Hao, a scholar, rolled up one and rubbed it on her cheek. The woman tutted.


    "If the Marquis really pays attention to people, he is so meticulous when making bedding."


    "What else can we do? Please tell me."


    Putting down the cotton ball in his hand, Tang Hao smiled mysteriously.


    "The next thing becomes interesting."


    "Take a long curved stick and silk thread. Before you move up some high tables, I''ll teach you how to play cotton."


    "In the future, you will no longer take care of those green vegetables, fruits and vegetables. In the future, you will be at ease to plant cotton, make quilts and make cotton clothes."


    Since Tang Hao moved into Huangzhuang, the division of labor has been particularly detailed.


    Those who take care of melons and fruits, grow tea and fish in the pond, including those tea makers and wine makers, perform their respective duties and take charge of a single area.


    As for the remaining farmers, they are assigned to take care of green vegetables.


    Although I haven''t heard of cotton twice, who can control so much? When it is allocated, it will turn to positions, just like officials in the Tang Dynasty. It can be regarded as having their own three-thirds of an mu of land, and the salary will also increase.


    A dozen people hurried to the dining room to pick up branches and search for silk thread.


    The tools for playing cotton are very easy to make. Tang Hao made one according to his skills in the countryside at that time.


    Hold the mallet in your right hand, and straighten the curved stick tied to your waist in your left hand.


    Not to mention, it''s quite strange to start this first time. After mastering the skills, it''s still quite interesting.


    "It''s just like this. Gently hammer the silk thread and move it bit by bit. It''s finished when you bounce the clusters of cotton into a thread."


    "What''s left is the small stick of silk thread, which is fixed in size. But this time, you play some first. Let''s find some clothes makers, sew some clothes shells and stuff them in."


    Wu Tong looked very seriously and was pleasantly surprised by Tang Hao''s simplicity.


    Some can''t wait to take over Tang Hao''s tools and have a try.


    A rough man, clumsily holding new tools, played it again and again, but it always gave people an awkward feeling.


    Regardless of the laughter of the people around him, Wu Tong blushed, played carefully and looked at it carefully.


    In the sun, the unsmiling man sweated on his forehead and couldn''t wipe it. He was careful in his hands for fear of breaking the tight silk thread.


    A wisp of light cotton fluttered and fell around Wutong. It was as white as snow.


    Bang Bang''s silk thread sounds like a hymn of filial piety, like Wu Tong''s concern for his relatives and his thoughts for his brother.


    Seeing this scene, Tang Hao was filled with emotion.


    Perhaps only those who have known Wu Tong''s past will understand his desire for cotton padded clothes.


    Rub the slightly sour eyes, Tang Hao said.


    "Hurry up! This winter, all the farmers in our imperial villa can wear this cotton padded clothes to keep out the cold!"