Reborn as Liu Hong: Building a Divine Great Han Empire

Emperor Ling of Han was the last powerful emperor of the Han Dynasty, a figure who could have altered the course of history, yet he became the root cause of the empire's collapse.

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Chapter 180 The Dilemma of Western Liaoning

Millet rice with stewed radish would probably be something most people wouldn't even glance at now, but compared to an era when even getting enough to eat was a problem, it wasn't exactly a delicacy, but it was certainly a rare treat.

Soon, Yang Biao devoured a bowl of millet rice and a plate of stewed radish.

A servant took the cotton-padded coat from the hand of a servant and came to Yang Biao.

"Young Master, this was sent to you by the head of the family! He said it was a gift from His Majesty, and it's extremely effective at keeping you warm!"

"oh?"

Yang Biao took the cotton coat from the servant and immediately felt that it was indeed different from ordinary clothes.

"Let me try it on!"

Yang Biao smiled, and then, with the help of his servants, put on the cotton-padded coat.

After getting dressed, Yang Biao felt a warm sensation in no time, and the chill that had been creeping in through the gaps in his clothes was swept away.

"What a wonderful thing! I wonder what it is made of that has such effects? If the people of Liaoxi could wear this clothing, what would they have to fear from the harsh cold of the north?"

Yang Biao lowered his head and pinched the hem and cuffs of his clothes, praising them repeatedly.

"Reporting to you, young master, this is a letter from the patriarch. You will understand once you take a look!"

As they were talking, the servant took out a letter written by Yang Ci to Yang Biao and handed it to Yang Biao.

"kindness!"

Yang Biao opened the envelope, took out the letter, and began to read it carefully.

Aside from the cotton coat and words of concern, the letter didn't mention anything else. Yang Ci didn't give much advice on governance or work, clearly showing he trusted his son.

"Cotton from the Western Regions?"

After carefully putting away the letter he had read, Yang Biao frowned. The Western Regions were far too far away; even officials in the court couldn't get cotton-padded clothes, let alone ordinary people.

"Alas, it's such a pity to possess such a divine object but be unable to use it!"

Yang Biao couldn't help but sigh softly.