On the way back to the house, the words of the kiln workers lingered clearly in my ears.


    Tang Hao had mixed feelings.


    Wu Tong is right. The prosperous age of the Tang Dynasty is the prosperous age of those powerful families.


    Ordinary people in the countryside have only grasped the tail of the prosperous age. Perhaps life is more comfortable than before, but this material is still very scarce.


    Even if the grain income increases again, it will only give these poor people more things to fill their stomachs.


    But the clothes and living conditions have not improved much.


    Tang Hao is just a small part of the Tang Dynasty. He can''t save everyone in the world, nor can he boast that everyone can eat and wear warm Haikou.


    Lifting the curtain of the carriage, the king of the Tang Dynasty looked at the crowd on Huangtu Avenue, and a bright light appeared in his eyes.


    "I can''t save the people all over the world. Maybe I can make the people around me live better."


    Mumbling comes from the heart, like a declaration and a promise.


    Everything goes well in the kiln factory in Huangzhuang. The cement made fully meets the standards of Tang Hao.


    It also confirmed Tang Hao''s conjecture again.


    It was not the material that recognized the region, but an official who pretended to know nothing and commanded blindly.


    It''s not enough for Tang Hao to haggle over this matter.


    With the note put in his sleeve, Tang Hao handed it to the clothes maker.


    "Make two sets according to these three sizes."


    "Choose some good fabrics. They should be festive. The colors and flowers are good. Leave them for my two wives."


    Several garment makers heard that it was worn by Mrs. Tang. They didn''t dare to neglect it at all. They took it carefully and cut it.


    Seeing these elastic cotton, Tang Hao was moved and looked to the northwest.


    "It must be near Longyou at this time?"


    "I just hope everything goes well and you can bring this cotton back."


    Busy time always flies.


    In the Marquis''s house, Tang Hao should take care of Princess Changle. Fortunately, the fetus in the abdomen is still small and doesn''t need to worry too much.


    As a new mother, Princess Changle needs Tang Hao''s company and heart to heart talk to resolve her anxiety, prudence and confusion.


    Physical discomfort and psychological changes are also slowly diluted in the modern parenting knowledge instilled by Tang Hao.


    Li Zhi, king of Jin, seems to have grown up a lot in Qingzhou and his party, devoted himself to learning, and will come to the Marquis''s house from time to time.


    However, this innocent child has less previous childishness, more respect for Tang Hao and more care for Princess Changle.


    Tang Hao, who is also an important matter of the country, is busy with the affairs in the Tang mansion and the progress in the imperial villa.


    The kiln factory, the distillery, the tea house, the perfume, and the honeycomb briquette that we are hoarding now, and the burnt cement.


    It doesn''t need Tang Hao to do it himself, but it needs Tang Hao''s care.


    Almost every day at three o''clock, back and forth.


    At the end of September, a major event took place in the imperial city.


    Emperor Li Yuan, died.


    This old man should have walked in front of empress Chang sun in the ninth year of Zhenguan, but until now, he passed away.


    In his old age, the old man lived in groups of wives and concubines and became romantic, leaving many dragon sons and grandchildren.


    Tang Hao, who was still supervising the production of cotton padded clothes, heard the pathetic bell ringing echoing in the imperial city.


    The last time the bell and drum rang, it was the death of empress Chang sun. This time, I''m afraid the royal family will have one less relative.


    "This is the death knell of the imperial city?"


    The steward of the imperial villa just returned with a dignified face and a touch of sadness.


    "Tell the Marquis that the emperor died."


    After the steward finished, he slowly knelt down in the direction of the palace.


    Hearing these words, Tang Hao sighed in his heart.


    The man who founded the Tang Dynasty is no longer here, and there is another legend in the Tang Dynasty!


    Speaking of it, the old man is also a tragic figure.


    When he was young, he led his son to fight East and West, and gradually disintegrated the rotten Sui Dynasty.


    All his life, he climbed the throne of the king on the blood sea corpse mountain, which attracted worldwide attention.


    But I never thought that when I was proud of my life, my sons fought with each other and killed each other.


    Tang Hao didn''t dare to think about what it was like for a father to watch his own flesh and blood fight.


    The emperor, who was not yet Wu re, also took the initiative to retire to the deep palace under the coercion of the king of Tang, who defeated each other.


    A king, who suffered two shocking changes, finally became the romantic emperor of the Tang Dynasty in the harem.


    I''m afraid it''s hard for ordinary people to imagine and understand.


    Slowly kneeling down towards the Imperial City, Tang Hao just stood up.


    I met him when I was making oily noodles for the old man that day. The supreme emperor seems to have this deep resentment against the current king of Tang Dynasty.


    At the moment, people have driven cranes to the west, and their grievances are written off. I only hope that the old man can see the sophistication of the world, put down his obsession and have a good beginning and a good end when he finally dies.


    Thinking about it, outside the imperial villa, there came the sound of the coachman reining in his horse.


    Father-in-law Rong, dressed in white and plain clothes, stood under the gate of the imperial villa, his eyes whirling and hoarse.


    "Dingbei Marquis, your majesty summoned."