Everything went well in the counter shop. Until the end of the day, nearly 100000 people arrived.


    Anyway, it is moldy and rusty to store it in your own money warehouse. If you don''t put it in the counter and keep it for free, you can make a profit if you save enough time.


    At dusk, when the coins were not stored in the warehouse, the steward of the imperial villa came to the door.


    "Hou Ye! No!"


    "Something''s wrong with the kiln!"


    Tang Hao frowned slightly. He didn''t go to Huangzhuang for a day, but something happened to the kiln factory?


    Put down his account book and Tang Hao greeted him.


    "What''s up?"


    The manager''s old face was full of sadness and embarrassment.


    "The cement produced by the Royal kiln we requisitioned is not sticky."


    "The test block made in the morning is now full of powder and can''t be used!"


    Not formed?


    How is that possible?


    This ingredient was tested in Yangzhou. Is it difficult that the limestone is divided into regions?


    Slightly twisted, Tang Hao''s face became a little unhappy.


    "How did it look like this?"


    Hearing the question, the old steward hesitated in his place, rubbed his hands and hesitated.


    Seeing this appearance, Tang Hao expected that there must be something fishy in it. He didn''t ask much, so he strode out of the cabinet workshop.


    "Go and have a look!"


    Driving to the official kiln, Tang Hao was restless.


    The cement promised the king of Tang Dynasty to build flood control dams along the Yellow River during the dry season in winter.


    The quality problem is directly related to the life and safety of the people around the coast!


    A good formula can be produced in Huangzhuang, but not in Guanyao?


    Through the wide iron gate, I saw a row of kiln workers in sackcloth squatting on the ground without saying anything.


    An official dressed in a four grade government, with his hands on his back, said these things in his mouth.


    Come closer and hear clearly.


    "You blind dog slaves, useless waste!"


    "Even this kiln of cement can''t be fired well? The flood season of the Yellow River is not far away! As you are now, what do you want?"


    The leading kiln worker bowed his head and twisted a stream of resentment.


    "Lord Xie, we used to add 20 stones to each kiln. You insisted that we add 40 stones for firmness."


    "The fire can''t burn through the stone, so it''s naturally wasted."


    "We... We have no way..."


    Although it took over the official kiln, it was someone else''s territory after all. The words of the supervisor were more or less groundless.


    The words were full of caution, for fear that if one sentence was too heavy, it would offend the senior official in front of him.


    The officer with his hands on his back looked forward, raised a copper bell and stared at the kiln worker''s leader.


    "Ha?"


    "In your opinion, this is my official''s fault?"


    "I''ve been burning official kilns for your majesty for nearly 20 years. Don''t you understand this trivial matter?"


    In front of the sound of carrying hands, the knuckles beat the shiny forehead of the leader of the Guan kiln.


    "You boy, listen!"


    "When I first fired pottery pots and bowls, you were just a cheap leg in the field and mud. Can you argue with me about the feeding problem?"


    "Adding more stones is for the sake of firmness. Do you really think you can muddle through with so much yellow mud?"


    "Tell you, boy, these cement are used to build flood control dams! It is related to the lives of millions of people downstream! Can you afford to bear an accident?"


    The leading kiln worker bowed his head and was banged. He was afraid of his official position and did not dare to show any anger.


    "But... You can see the finished products now."


    "The cement is not lumpy at all. It is completely different from those made in the imperial villa."


    As soon as the voice fell, the official said "Hey". Unexpectedly, this little kiln worker Dalit dared to answer back!


    Especially in front of these many people, contradicting these four high-ranking officials? Where do you keep your face?


    Bowing his body and looking at the low face, the official raised a thin anger on his face and poked his fingers into the chest of the leading kiln worker.


    "You mean, it''s my fault? Is it still wrong to let you add?"


    "You can control how long the kiln is shut down and how long the furnace is discharged?"


    After that, the official pointed to the kiln workers standing decadent in front of him, took two strides and shouted.


    "Look! Look at you awake!"


    "What were you doing all night last night? Did you ever care about this thing for the royal family?"


    "I tell you! This is an official kiln! It''s not where you eat! You should mix it and go home!"


    The leading kiln worker clenched his teeth and his eyes were red.


    It''s hard to burn cement. There''s a lot of smoke and dust. All of them are disheartened.


    Especially in the evening, everyone is full of energy and try their best. At this time, they are denied by one sentence. Who can bear it?


    But in the face of this high-ranking official of the court, even if he is reasonable, he dare not do it again!


    If you offend this person, wear a small shoe and don''t say take the salary. I''m afraid you''ll be charged with cutting corners and neglecting processing, which will make the family restless.


    Suddenly raised his eyes and saw Tang Hao''s body slowly stop a few steps behind the officials, with his hands on his back and a serious face.


    It seems that the grievance in my heart surged up in a moment.


    "Hou Ye!"