After the Divorce, Me and My Tyrant Ex-husband Got Transmigrated as a Farmers in the Ancient Times

"Yes! Shopkeeper, can you tell me about porcelain clay?" Xia Qianqian asked.

The shopkeeper's midnight watch was also boring, so he talked to Xia Qianqian: "Yes, the most common clay in Maoshi Town is porcelain clay. But the best porcelain clay has already been contracted by the Song family, you can't buy it."

"Song family? Does their family burn porcelain?" Xia Qianqian asked.

"That's right! Look at the porcelain I use in my shop, it's Qin's porcelain." The shopkeeper picked up the wine bowl and showed it to Xia Qianqian.

Xia Qianqian's eyes twitched. Is this porcelain? It's as rough as a defective product, and she doesn't want to give it away.

"I use ordinary porcelain in the shop here. The Qin family also has more high-end porcelain, which is specially sent to the prefecture for sale. Especially their second son, Qin Xuan, has very high porcelain firing skills..."

The shopkeeper blah blah blah told Xia Qianqian for a long time, Xia Qianqian figured out the situation in Maoshi Town - they stood on four feet: the Song and Qin families made porcelain, and the Sun and Li families sold porcelain clay. The Song family and the Li family are in-laws, and the Qin family and the Sun family are in-laws. It is equivalent to the two factions occupying the porcelain line in Maoshi Town. The clay that the villagers dug up could only be sold to the Sun and Li families. It is difficult for others to buy porcelain clay.

"Little girl, I advise you to look elsewhere. Good porcelain clay is not available for takeaway. Even if they sell it to you, you can only buy inferior porcelain clay." The shopkeeper said.

Xia Qianqian asked with the last glimmer of hope, "Is there any porcelain clay nearby?"

"No. All Xining County only has porcelain clay in Maoshi Town."

Xia Qianqian's heart suddenly became cold. It's over, the raw materials are not available, how does she burn the porcelain?

At this moment, the shopkeeper's eyes lit up, then he showed a flattering smile and walked out of the counter: "Master Qin Xuan, why are you here?"

Qin Xuan? Xia Qianqian turned back, a handsome young man stood at the door, wearing a brocade and jade belt with extraordinary bearing, but his hands were rough and covered with calluses.

"Come to pick up my cousin." Qin Xuan smiled slightly, "Boss, was there a bad-tempered young man surnamed Qin who came to check in yesterday?"

"Yes." Xia Qianqian answered for the shopkeeper, "Is it Qin Ge?"

Qin Xuan looked at Xia Qianqian: "That's right."

"He lives here, and he probably hasn't gotten up until midnight." Xia Qianqian said.

"Thank you girl." Qin Xuan asked the shopkeeper for the room number and went upstairs to find Qin Ge.

Xia Qianqian asked the shopkeeper in a low voice, "Is he Qin Xuan?"

"That's right, on the winter solstice, he was in the limelight. The porcelain bowls he burned were magnificent, and he suppressed the Song family. He is now a celebrity in Maoshi Town."

Xia Qianqian was very curious what the beautiful porcelain bowl in the shopkeeper's mouth was like.

At this moment, Qin Ge came downstairs cursingly: "I can't say no, why did you find the inn, second brother? I ran away from home here, not home to save my relatives!"

"Yes, yes, you ran away from home. But I feel sorry for my brother, so I must come to the door." Qin Xuan followed behind with a good temper.

"Anyway, I'm going to stay at the inn!" Qin Ge sat down at the table, "Little Er, where's my son's breakfast?"

Xiao Er hurriedly served breakfast: two boiled eggs and a bowl of beef noodles.

Qin Xuan sat down and continued to persuade: "Geer, how can you live comfortably at an inn? Come back with me after breakfast. Grandma misses you very much."

"I'm not going!" Qin Ge still insisted, no matter how Qin Xuan coaxed him, it was useless.

Xia Qianqian stood aside and watched, all wanting to beat Qin Ge - as expected, he was a bad boy who would run away from home at every turn.

In the end, Qin Xuan became angry and asked with a sullen face, "Are you rich?"