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

"My third brother went to the kiln and won't go home today. If you want to see him, come back tomorrow." Qin Hao said embarrassingly.

Xia Qianqian took the plan and said, "Oh, that's fine, I'll go tomorrow."

Qin Hao limped away, and the noodle shop owner ran over and said, "Little girl, this is the overlord of Maoshi Town, you better hurry up!"

"Boss, you are very smart, you can see that I am cheating on him." Xia Qianqian smiled and praised the noodle restaurant owner.

"I've been in business for many years, and my eyesight is still good. You go quickly, and when he finds out that you lied to him, he will come back to make trouble. You are a foreigner, helpless, and definitely not his opponent."

"Boss, thank you for your kindness. But I have to delay for a while." Xia Qianqian also knew that local snakes could not be provoked, and quickly hired two scooters. One went to the inn to install clay, and the other went with her to the countryside to buy clay.

Hire a car, and the speed of travel is significantly increased. The driver wearing Xia Qianqian came to a village next to the town. Almost every household had china clay piled up in the courtyard, but the quality was not good.

Now, Xia Qianqian can no longer dislike it, and went to negotiate the price with several farmers: "I'm Xia Qianqian from Pingning Town, a neighboring county. Can your porcelain clay be available for a long time?"

"It's not good." The farmer is quite honest. "Good porcelain clay can only be sold to the Sun family and Li family. Nearby porcelain producers can only buy the bad ones in the courtyard, and go back and burn some rough porcelain."

"It doesn't matter, I want this. I want to cooperate with the company for a long time and buy it at the market price. But it needs to be delivered." Xia Qianqian said.

"Where?" the farmers asked.

"Yangliu Village, Pingning Town, Linlang County." Xia Qianqian said.

The farmers shook their heads when they heard it: "No, that's too far."

"I will pay the toll." Xia Qianqian said quickly.

The farmers are still reluctant: "It will take three days to send it back and forth, which is too long for people."

Xia Qianqian was helpless. Digging porcelain soil was not the main income of farmers, they focused on growing crops. It’s okay during the slack season, but after the spring, we have to plant crops, and no one wants to deliver.

"Little girl, if you want to burn porcelain, build a porcelain kiln nearby to save you running back and forth." The coachman suggested.

Xia Qianqian also had this idea, but she quickly denied it. In such a big Maoshi town, except for the Song family and the Qin family, they can only burn rough porcelain. What does that mean? The Song and Qin families do not allow others to burn exquisite porcelain!

If she built a kiln here, she would be fighting against the Song and Qin families, and there would be no good fruit to eat. Or we can only stock up on porcelain clay during the slack farming years ago!

Xia Qianqian gritted her teeth and said, "In this way, you can help me send some first, and now there is no work in the slack farm, okay? I will pay 300 cents per car for the toll!"

Three hundred dollars! Not to mention the driver, even the peasants' eyes brightened: "Really?"

"Of course it's true. I'll pay for the clay soil and half of the toll first, and you'll go with me." Xia Qianqian said.

"Row!"

The farmers finally agreed to deliver the goods, and Xia Qianqian began to pick porcelain clay from house to house. Even if they are inferior products, there are still grades, she tries to choose the best ones to buy.

Picking and picking, the time has passed, and it is noon in a blink of an eye. Xia Qianqian bought ten carts of porcelain clay in one go, and didn't spend the money for the car of high-quality clay that morning.

Alas, quality determines price!

After purchasing good porcelain clay, we still have to wait for farmers to look for cars and horses. Today, Maoshi Town must be inseparable.

Xia Qianqian frowned in worry, worried that Qin Hao would be so troubled that he couldn't buy porcelain clay.

"Miss Xia, we can go back to the town first, let them gather in the town tomorrow morning, and then set off." The coachman suggested.

As of now, it can only be so. Xia Qianqian made an appointment with the farmers and returned to the town first.