After untying the horse's carriage, she rode towards the county town. After going to Yiqing Pavilion to get the medicinal materials, she left the city.

Before she left, she asked about the location of the workshop. It was on the outskirts of the county town. The cold wind blew, making her neck cold, so she had to ride the horse with her neck hunched. The scarf was left in the room when she came back last time, and she forgot to take it with her when she went out.

She rode her horse to the ceramic workshop in Changzhen Village on the outskirts of the city. There were few people at the door and no one inside. She shouted at the top of her lungs a few times before she received a response from inside.

Tong Wenyao stood in the yard. The door beside her was pushed open, revealing an old man in dark gray, his face full of vicissitudes and eyes filled with sorrow. Coughs could be heard from the room.

"Girl, are you here to buy a workshop?"

She frowned and replied, "No, old man, I want custom ceramics." The old man sighed and said, "Customization is not possible. This workshop will be closed in the next two days. If you want ceramics, go to the house next door and get them."

She frowned, as if she was very dissatisfied with this, and said, "Old man, what difficulties have you encountered?" He sat on the doorstep and said lifelessly, "I sold it to pay off my debts."

There were constant coughing sounds coming from the room. The old man just sat down and stood up again to go in to take care of her. Tong Wen Yao followed behind and observed carefully. The woman on the bed was skinny, with sunken eye sockets and bloodless lips. Maybe it was because of her illness. She looked like she was going to die soon.

"Girl, it's better for you to stay outside and avoid getting infected by the disease." Tong Wenyao said thoughtfully, "Uncle, can you let me take a look at my aunt? I studied medicine for a few years before."

The old man sighed, and then began to say, "Look, look, I have taken my wife to see many famous doctors, but they all said that my wife's condition cannot be cured." After he said that, he helped her tidy up the quilt, and then took out a bony hand from it.

Seeing this, Tong Wenyao reached out to feel her pulse. After that, she asked her to open her mouth and look at her tongue. Finally, she said uncertainly, "Auntie, you often cough up blood."

Her face froze for a moment, and then her eyes looked at the old man again. Tong Wenyao understood and said, "Old man, I didn't drink any water when I came here, and now I'm thirsty. Do you have any water at home?"

"I was negligent. I'll go get a glass of water." The old man closed the door as he left. After seeing him leave, the aunt spoke, "When I cough badly, I usually cough up blood. I kept it a secret so I wouldn't worry him."

Tong Wenyao put her hand under the quilt and said, "Aunt, I can cure your illness, but it will take a long time to heal. Can you accept that?"

After hearing this, her mouth opened slightly, with surprise and a bit of disbelief on her face and eyes, "Really...really!" Tong Wen Yao smiled slightly and affirmed, "It's true." After getting the answer, she had tears in her eyes. Even the old man at the door became emotional. He dropped the cup in his hand to the ground. He ran in hurriedly and asked again, "Girl, do you think it can be saved?" Tong Wen Yao nodded. The old man was very emotional and hugged her aunt directly, "Lan'er, we are saved." Finally, the old man made room for her to give her acupuncture. She took out the silver needle and inserted it into the acupuncture points one by one. After waiting for about a cup of tea, she asked the old man to prepare a spittoon. After she pulled out the needle, her aunt spit out a pool of black stuff.

The old man helped pat her back and cleaned her.

"Alright, I'll come and give her acupuncture every two days. After half a month, you can go to the pharmacy and get the medicine according to the prescription I give you. It will take half a year to recover."

"Thank you so much, benefactor." Aunt also said, "Thank you so much, young lady. When I recover, I will definitely work like a cow or a horse to repay you."

Tong Wen Yao walked out of the room quietly and stayed in the yard.

There is a well in the yard, and a plum tree is planted next to it. There are some flower buds on the branches. She can imagine that when it snows, it is an elegant hobby to cook wine and enjoy the flowers and snow in front of the house. There are also many chrysanthemums planted next to the plum tree, and they are now blooming sporadically.

Tong Wenyao didn't have to wait long before the old man came out to look for her. "I'm sorry, I was so emotional. Benefactor, you want to order some ceramics."

"Uncle, you can call me Wen Yao."

Tong Wenyao took out the paper she had drawn earlier and handed it to him. "I drew this at home. See if you can make it."

The old man unfolded the paper and looked at it carefully. As he read, he said, "Of course I can. I'll rush it out for you in the next two days. You can come and pick it up the day after tomorrow."

"Thank you very much, uncle. How much is it?" The old man shook his head quickly. "How can I accept money from a benefactor? It's not right." Tong Wenyao thought about what the old man had said before, and asked worriedly, "Uncle, you said you would sell the house in the next two days?"

He nodded and said, "Yes! I owed a lot of money before, and I had to sell the workshop to pay it off." Her expression changed slightly. "Old man, why don't you sell the ceramics in these houses?" He said this with a wry smile. "It's because of this batch of ceramics that I owed this money."

She looked at the clay pots in the house, black and white, and the bottles were slightly mottled. "This clay was dug from the mountain behind us, but I didn't expect it to change after being fired. The villagers say we dug too much and offended the mountain god."

She casually picked up the nearest bottle and carefully observed the white marks on it. Wasn't this caused by white lime? Lime can also be used to paint walls and build houses. She has a ceramic workshop where she can make bricks directly, and then cut walls by mixing lime with mud and sand.

If she hadn't considered that there were people present, she would have laughed out loud.

"Uncle, please buy this workshop and the mountain behind it." The old man said with a look of disbelief, "My dear, you absolutely cannot do that! They say the white and yellow soil on the mountain behind is made from goblin bones and cannot be used!"

"It's okay, I have other uses." The old man knew that his persuasion was useless, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Then I'll take you to the village chief's house and talk to him about buying the back mountain."

After the old man entered the room and said something to his wife, he took Tong Wen Yao to the village chief's house. This area was much richer than their village. The village chief's house was made of blue bricks and tiles, and there was a cow next to it. Some chrysanthemums were planted by the wall for beauty.

The old man knocked on the door and shouted inside, "Uncle Zhang, I'm here to see you." After a while, a woman with a headband opened the door. The old man glanced at her before responding.