What's going on? Did His Majesty ask you to go back, or did your cheap father come to visit you?"
"No, I just think that we brothers are the rope that ties my mother's wings.
If it weren't for us, my mother would have lived a more comfortable life. She wouldn't have to make plans for us like she is now!"
Qiao Xin looked at him with relief. This silly boy finally got it.
“Raising a child for a hundred years means worrying about him for ninety-nine. Anything is worth it as long as it is a two-way effort.
At least now, you brothers make me feel it is worth it. "
It was the first time that Qiao Yunqing and Qiao Yunqing heard Qiao Xin affirm their relationship so frankly, and they were extremely happy. Ah Niang must have truly accepted them.
When Qiao Xin directly revealed their life stories, she said, if they are compatible, they will stay together, and if they are not, they will separate.
He had a feeling of being abandoned by his adoptive mother. During the time they were together, he always felt that there was something between them. The brothers were also worried that they would become orphans without a father or a mother again.
Hearing these words again now does not sound like heavenly music to the ears.
"Second brother, third brother, can we extend our mother-son relationship indefinitely?"
Indefinitely? A-niang said indefinitely. Don’t even mention indefinitely. They all want to make promises for the next life and the next life…
When Emperor Wu met the two brothers again, he found that they were in a good mood. Why was there such a bubbling aura of beauty?
How much encouragement did this old lady give to her own child to make him so excited?
After two or three rounds of nice words, Qiao Xin finally comforted her sons' sensitive minds. Qiao Xin sent them out the door, and could still hear Guanjianze muttering to Silang and Wulang behind her:
"Why is your father more childish than us?"
"What do you know? My son cried three times when he saw his mother. As long as he saw his mother, he would not be panicked!"
"Who did you learn this from? Who told you to say that?"
"The uncle in our Laohu Town is like this. He went out for half a month and came back crying while hugging the aunt's legs. That's what the aunt said."
"Why don't you cry when you see your father?"
"Look at what you said. Am I out?"
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Qiao Xin couldn't help laughing when she heard these childish words. You're not crying, you're just being generous!
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As soon as her two sons left, Qiao Xin continued to devote herself to the work at hand.
The porcelain bowls from this kiln came out the next day. The finished product rate was nearly 90%, mainly the strange shapes made by the children. Qiao Xin also asked the kiln owner to help with the firing.
Although the owner of the Song kiln was puzzled, he did as the master said for the sake of money.
The people of Songjiayao Village had always been servants of the royal farm. A few months ago, they were informed that this huge farm was awarded to a new noble by the current emperor.
The villagers were always worried that an arrogant and domineering master would come.
A poor man who suddenly becomes rich can stand tall and straight, while a rich man who suddenly becomes poor can hardly survive.
I am not afraid of my master being law-abiding, I am afraid of my master making trouble for me.
It was embarrassing to wait for such a long time, but I didn't expect to meet the host who liked to make trouble. However, he didn't make trouble for them, but only for himself.
To make a porcelain bowl, you have to learn it yourself.
I have never met a boss who doesn't know how to enjoy life like this. Although the owner of the Song kiln was grumbling, his hands were not slow, and he sorted out the finished products in a short while. A total of more than 1,000 bowls were intact.
Qiao Xin paid 5 taels of silver to the other party according to the price he had inquired about.
The kiln owner Song was really surprised and quickly refused, "Master, you can't do that. Everything in our kiln belongs to the manor. How can the master want to use it and pay for it?"
Qiao Xin looked at him and the group of migrant workers behind him wearing beggar clothes and sighed.
The people suffered under the imperial power. Such a good craftsman couldn't even afford a decent piece of clothing!
"Consider it as a reward from my master for your hard work. Let's have a good meal when we get home. We won't be firing the kiln for now. Everyone should report to the farm early tomorrow morning."
"Not burning anymore? Is this...going to be turned off?"
The Song kiln owner was terrified. How would they make a living in the future? Would the master despise their craftsmanship and send them all to do hard labor?
"It's not burning for the time being. The wheat is ripe. We don't have enough manpower, so we can only concentrate all our efforts on harvesting. During this period, we will provide you with three meals a day. In the future, you can also rent a few acres of land to grow crops yourself!"
But the owner of the Song kiln waved his hand and refused.
"No, no, no, the boss can tell me if I need anything. Forget about renting the land. I'm not afraid of being laughed at by the boss. We have been making a living by our craftsmanship in this village for a lifetime. If we really want to farm, we are not as good as those refugees.
I have tried this before, but nothing I planted grew, and I wasted my time and energy, and I almost starved to death.”
This is really specializing in one thing and not caring about other things.
Qiao Xin thought about it and took out a delicate jar of facial cream from her pocket.
"Can you make porcelain jars like this?"
"It's not that I can't, it's just that..."
"It's okay, just tell me if you have any questions!"
"To return to the boss, I used to make porcelain for the nobles with my elders, but now the kiln is destroyed and I don't have the money to repair it. I haven't made exquisite porcelain jars in all these years."
"The technology is there, but the conditions are not there, right? If we rebuild it, and I give you a chance to try, how confident are you that you can do it again?"
The owner of the Song kiln did not dare to be too confident. What if, what if the effect was not achieved, the crime would be serious. He weighed it in his mind and then gave a safe answer.
“Seventy percent!”
"Okay, go check it out later. Shi Yazi will stay here. Help them make a list of what they need and rebuild the kiln!"
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