At the beginning, his wife came to him, and he became rich by selling kidney treasures.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, but I really cannot obey your order."

"Peng Wen just hopes that the outcome can be decided as soon as possible so that he can return to Linnan to report as soon as possible." Peng Wen refused directly without giving any face.

"In that case, Lord Ren, please go and come back quickly." Wen Yan had no choice but to give up and nodded, then looked at Ren Hao in the hall.

"Yes."

Ren Hao bowed and accepted the order, then left the palace and took a carriage back home.

After he returned to the mansion, he didn't even bother to say hello to Shen He and Li Shiji, and asked the servants to collect all the glassware in the mansion.

After a while, Su Wan'er looked at the vases, tea sets, plates and bowls piled on the ground by the servants, and asked in confusion: "Husband, what are you doing?"

"I want to use them to recycle and make something." Ren Hao explained casually and asked the servants to load these things into the truck.

"What to make?" Su Wan'er asked curiously.

"A tear." Ren Hao smiled and reached out to pinch Su Wan'er's face.

Tears?

Su Wan'er widened her eyes in confusion, as if her brain had crashed. Aren't tears secreted by the tear glands? How could they be produced?

Could it be that Ren Hao was joking with her again?

"My lady, I will explain it to you when I come back. Now I have to go."

"Otherwise it will be too late."

Ren Hao didn't have time to explain more to Su Wan'er at this moment. After all, the emperor was still waiting for him in the palace.

He dared not waste any more time now.

"Master, where are we going next?" Zhang Tong turned his head and asked.

"Prime Minister's Kiln." Ren Hao said as he climbed onto the car and told Zhang Tong to drive faster as time was very tight.

"Okay, sir. You better hurry up."

Zhang Tong nodded, waving the whip in his hand to drive the horse pulling the cart at full speed towards the Prime Minister's Kiln outside the capital.

About fifteen minutes later, Zhang Tong drove to the outskirts of the Prime Minister's Kiln.

When Zhang Tong was about to drive the carriage in, he was immediately stopped by two bald strong men who were patrolling with their bare chests.

These two burly men who look like thugs are actually the palace guards.

"Stop, what are you doing?" one of the sturdy men asked.

"We are here to look for General No Name."

"Go back and report that I am Ren Hao." Ren Hao said as he got out of the car.

Ren Hao?

The two men looked at each other. Although they had never seen what Ren Hao looked like, they had heard their general instruct them that if the person coming was Ren Hao, they should let him go without driving him away.

"Master Ren Hao, please come in." One of the sturdy men made a gesture of invitation to Ren Hao.

"Don't you need to report to General Wuming?" Ren Hao asked.

"General Wuming has instructed us that if the person coming is Lord Ren Hao, we can just let him pass without reporting to him," the sturdy man said with a smile.

"This won't cause you any trouble, right?" Ren Hao nodded and continued to ask.

"No, no." The sturdy man shook his head.

Seeing that it would not cause trouble for the two of them, Ren Hao waved towards Zhang Tong.

Zhang Tong also drove a carriage into the Prime Minister's Kiln.

At this time, Wuming was sitting in a shady place to enjoy the cool air with a group of imperial guards who had just been rotated out.

When Wuming saw Ren Hao, he immediately sat up and greeted him, "Master Sikong, what brings you here today?"

Now that Ren Hao is an official in the palace, it is no longer appropriate to call him "Master".

So, Wuming naturally changed his words.

However, after he greeted Ren Hao, his eyes were always looking at the carriage behind Ren Hao, wondering what good things Ren Hao had brought this time.

The honeydew melon that Ren Hao brought last time made Wuming miss it very much.

"Don't look at it. I came here in a hurry and didn't bring anything with me."

"I left the palace on imperial orders." Ren Hao said.

Leaving the palace by order?

Wuming was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Your Majesty wants to drink Maozi?"

"No." Ren Hao shook his head and gave Wuming a simple explanation. He was ordered to leave the palace to build something so that he could go back and deal with Peng Wen.

Then, Ren Hao walked into the cave.

He saw that the stove in the cave was still on, but Chen Yin was not there, so he asked, "Where is Chen Yin?"

"He just finished his work and went to bed."

"Do you want me to help you call him up?" Wuming asked.

"Since you're asleep, there's no need for that." Ren Hao waved his hand, took off his official robe, and asked Wuming to find someone to move all the glassware in the car in.

Wuming nodded, and according to Ren Hao's instructions, he asked his subordinates to move all the glass products into the cave.

Ren Hao then ordered people to throw all the glass products into the melting furnace.

"Lord Sikong, what are you going to do with these glass products after they are put back into the furnace?" Wuming asked in confusion.

"Be a tear." Ren Hao explained casually.

Tears?

Not only did Wuming's brain crash, but even his subordinates crashed as well.

They all looked incredulous. How could such a thing be made?

But the tears that Ren Hao was talking about were not those tears.

It is what is known today as Rupert's Tears.

This thing looks fragile, but it is actually indestructible and can withstand the pressure of a twenty-ton hydraulic press.

Moreover, the production process of this thing is also very simple. After the glass is melted, it is melted into ice water to form a tadpole-shaped vitreous body.

Since there was no condition to provide ice water here, Ren Hao asked someone to get a few buckets of cold well water.

After all the glass in the furnace had melted, Ren Hao had someone pour all the well water in the bucket into the furnace.

Zila——!

As the sound of pouring fire was heard, a large amount of water mist and steam instantly burst out of the furnace, turning the entire cave into a heavenly palace in an instant.

After about ten minutes, when the furnace had completely cooled down, Ren Hao reached into the furnace and took out a palm-sized, tadpole-shaped glass crystal.

This thing is Rupert's Tears.

"Is this the tears you mentioned?" Wuming asked curiously.

"Yes, these are the tears of God." Ren Hao changed the name casually, and handed the tears to Wuming, asking him to use his sword to cut the tears.

"Lord Sikong, stop joking. How can this thing withstand being cut?" Wuming shook his head.

After all, this thing is made of glass, how can it withstand being cut?

"Just chop it boldly. Whoever can chop it into pieces will be rewarded with 10,000 taels of silver." Ren Hao glanced at the guards watching and dropped his tears on the ground.

"Master Sikong, do you mean what you said?"

Immediately, the brave imperial guards were eager to try.

"A gentleman's word is as good as gold. Just go ahead and chop with confidence." Ren Hao smiled confidently and gestured to everyone to come forward.

When everyone saw this, they rushed to try it out.