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

Maoshi Town has not snowed for several days, and the streets are very clean. The sun is down, and it's warm. Xia Qianqian led the horse around for a walk.

There are many blue-brick houses in Maoshi Town, and there are porcelain sellers everywhere on the roadside, but they are all rough porcelain from small workshops.

Xia Qianqian inquired about the price and kept it in her heart. However, as the shopkeeper said, there is no seller of porcelain clay in the whole street. Xia Qianqian had to send the horse back to Qin Mansion first.

Several wooden carts were parked outside the Qin Mansion, pulling china clay on the carts.

When Xia Qianqian saw the porcelain clay, her eyes lit up and rushed up: "Your porcelain clay..."

"Little girl, don't touch it." The driver said quickly.

Xia Qianqian raised her hand and pinched the porcelain clay, admiring her: "The quality is good, good porcelain can be fired..."

"Little girl, listen to the accent, are you from a foreign country?"

"I'm from Yangliu Village, Pingning Town." Xia Qianqian said, "How do you sell your porcelain clay?"

"Not for sale," said the coachman, "this is the porcelain clay exclusively for the Qin family."

Xia Qianqian was extremely disappointed: "What if I am willing to pay a lot of money?"

"Who wants to steal business from the Qin family?"

At this moment, the door of Qin's house opened, and two people with sullen faces came out struttingly, glaring at Xia Qianqian angrily.

Xia Qianqian withdrew her hand and smiled carefully: "I don't dare, I'm new to Maoshi Town. Seeing that this porcelain clay is good, I want to buy some and take it home."

"Who are you?" one of them asked, "But a spy sent by the old Song family?"

"Of course not. I only went to Maoshi Town last night. My house burns tiles. Now I want to try porcelain making. I heard that there is porcelain clay in Maoshi Town, so I came to see it." Xia Qianqian carefully worded her words.

"Hmph, even a little yellow-haired girl dares to burn porcelain? Go to the side." The people from Qin's house were about to show their power when they came down the steps, but they recognized Qin Ge's horse, and their expressions changed greatly, "This is our young master Qin Ge. The horse, how could it be in your hands?"

"I came to deliver the horses for the inn." Xia Qianqian said.

The housekeeper looked at Xia Qianqian suspiciously: "One time he said he was here to buy porcelain clay, and another time he said he was sending horses. What do you want to do?"

"Come and see the china clay and see the horse by the way. I know you Master Qin Ge. If you don't believe me, call him out." Xia Qianqian was always careful with her, but she was still sprayed with saliva. She was also annoyed and straightened her waist and said loudly. .

The housekeeper was stunned by her roar, and ordered the horse to be brought back to the house, and his attitude towards Xia Qianqian became much better: "Little girl, these porcelain clays were sent from the Sun's family to the Qin's family, and they are not sold, so you should go back. !"

"Then I can't take a look at it?" Xia Qianqian asked unconvinced.

"No," said the butler.

Xia Qianqian's brows jumped with anger.

At this moment, Qin Xuan came out. Seeing Xia Qianqian, he frowned and said, "If you want to play porcelain, you can buy some inferior porcelain clay from a farmer to play with. This kind of high-quality porcelain soil is a waste for you."

"Master Qin Xuan." Xia Qianqian ran over, stood under the steps and looked up at Qin Xuan, "I heard that you are the best porcelain maker in Maoshi Town, I want to talk to you about porcelain."

"Oh, you know porcelain?" Qin Xuan was quite surprised.

"Little girl is not talented, so she knows a thing or two." Xia Qianqian took out the rough porcelain she bought on the roadside from her bosom, "Why is this porcelain so ugly, first of all, the quality of the porcelain clay is poor, and secondly, the temperature is wrong. I am right. Bar!"

The housekeeper smiled: "Little girl, everyone understands what you said."

Qin Xuan looked at Xia Qianqian lightly and acquiesced to the housekeeper's words.

Xia Qianqian took out the jug given by Gu Changsheng from the bag: "Then let me ask you, can the Qin family burn such porcelain?"