Lin Song looked at the cloth drying all over the yard, but there was no wave in his heart.

Whether it is a weaving bureau or a factory, for the son of the family, they are all icing on the cake.

Sun-dried cotton cloth flutters lightly in the wind.

But those who came to investigate were all dressed in brocade robes, and in their eyes, these cotton cloths were only a large amount.

The prince was busy, and seeing this, time did not allow him to go any further. He and Lin Song walked outside the factory together, walking and walking

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