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

Disappointed voices came from the crowd.

Xia Dingfeng jumped out and said angrily, "Why give it away for nothing? Qianqian doesn't need to cost her to burn porcelain? If you think of good things, why don't you work in the kiln for nothing?"

Xia Dingfeng's words were ugly and truthful, so that those who wanted to take advantage of them couldn't answer.

"I hate it when someone comes to take advantage of it! I'm willing to give it away without mentioning it. If I don't want to give it, you just come to ask for it ten or eight times, and I won't give it!" Xia Qianqian's voice was fierce.

The crowd was quiet, and the atmosphere became awkward.

Aunt Liu came over with tea and said, "It's hard work, let's drink some tea!"

Xia Qianqian took the tea, took a few sips, and glanced at the crowd with sharp eyes: "Everyone is welcome to visit the kiln field at any time, but take care of yourself and don't come to embarrass yourself."

Xia Dingfeng held his head high, and said arrogantly, "That's right! Don't think that something happened to my old Xia family and it collapsed! The old Xia family is still the old Xia family! No one wants to bully my niece!"

"Eldest sister, I brought the big black and the two black, and I will let them watch the kiln field in the future." Xia Yu led the dog over, and the crisp childish voice temporarily relieved the embarrassment at the scene.

Xia Qianqian's expression softened, and she patted Xia Yu's head: "There are people on duty who sleep in the kiln and watch at night, no dogs are needed."

"The dog has a smart nose and is alert. If someone comes to steal porcelain at night, he will be killed!" Xia Yu said.

Tong Yan has no scruples, but it has completely eliminated the thieves of some people.

Xia Qianqian laughed secretly in her heart.

Everyone watched for a while, then dispersed one after another, and stayed to help with the work. Xia Qianqian observed, secretly remembering which ones worked honestly and which ones were opportunistic, so as to keep an eye out for future hires.

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Next, Xia Qianqian studied porcelain every day.

She wants to use the existing materials to make better porcelain.

After burning the rough porcelain for several days in a row, Xia Qianqian's porcelain was indeed better every day. But inferior porcelain clay is inferior goods, and it is impossible to burn better porcelain.

However, Xia Qianqian had already figured out the temperament of the porcelain kiln. She is going to use good clay to see if she can burn high-quality porcelain. Those inferior porcelain clays are used for the workers to practice their hands and learn how to make porcelain.

Everything was going on in an orderly manner, and before you knew it, there was a backlog of porcelain in the simple warehouse. Xia Qianqian has no intention of selling porcelain yet.

She wanted to wait for Gu Changsheng to take a look, and then take it to the town to sell.

But when will he come?

He was sick at home, she was busy at the kiln, and she hadn't seen each other for several days in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, she realized that she missed him far beyond the limit of a friend.

Although she knew this was not right, she couldn't control herself anymore...

"Qianqian, Master Gu is here!"

At this moment, Xia Dingfeng's excited voice came.

Xia Qianqian seemed to have been beaten with blood, and immediately dropped the half-formed porcelain in her hand and ran to the side of the road.

No matter what the rules and etiquettes are.

The villagers who worked in the fields watched and laughed tacitly.

Xia Qianqian's behavior seems to them to be very unrestrained, but they think she is very cute, and sincerely hope that she can have a good future with Master Gu.

As soon as Gu Changsheng got off the carriage, he saw Xia Qianqian running towards him.

He was in a trance, his thin lips hooked lightly, and he smiled slowly.

The warm spring sun shines on him, Xia Qianqian feels that he is like a little sun, attracting her...