Hearing what He Lianfang said, Zhao Yao got even angrier.
"Can glass and mirrors be compared to curved plows and such? They're nothing but beautiful waste; they actually like beautiful waste and don't appreciate treasures that benefit the country and the people. Are their brains kicked by a donkey?"
"What use do your curved plows and new weaving machines have for those ministers?" He Lianfang retorted, "Do they use them in their daily lives?"
"Just because they don't use them, they don't care?" Zhao Yao sneered angrily, "They use glass and mirrors, so they think I'm talented?"
"What else?"
In his anger, Zhao Yao cursed directly, "Damn it @￥￥&&..."
He Lianfang quietly watched Zhao Yao in a rage. When he had vented his anger, he kindly poured him a cup of tea.
Zhao Yao grabbed the tea cup and said viciously, "I really want to smash the glass and mirrors on those ministers' heads."
He Lianfang: "Haven't you always known what kind of people those ministers are?"
