Song Kiln Owner:......
This is really lightning speed. Didn't the owner even think about it? What if it goes down the drain?
Qiao Xin was not acting blindly. She had been observing the kiln owner while making porcelain bowls these days. The team led by the other party was skilled in their techniques. Even if there was a small flaw, the kiln owner Song would subconsciously point it out.
Especially when seeing the clumsy and awkward behavior of the little kids, if it weren't for the fact that they were the master, the apprentice would have taught them a lesson long ago.
This guy does have some skills. Besides, if Qiao Xin wants to sell rouge and powder, she must have a production base for the porcelain jars used for packaging.
It's all about buying, not to mention the high price. A small jar costs 500 coins. If it were on Taobao today, it wouldn't cost even 10 yuan. How could Qiao Xin not feel bad?
Another reason is that they are afraid of unexpected changes. Who knows if the noble family will cut off their upstream and downstream suppliers like they did with the porcelain bowls?
Only when you have mastered the entire production process can you deal with it calmly when others hold you back.
The destroyed kiln was not far away.
After leaving the courtyard, I turned toward the back hill, walked into a small path, crossed a low earthen slope, and then went into the woods, and finally arrived in front of a dilapidated, low thatched house.
Here. Even though it's in such a poor state, there are still people living here.
The kiln owner Song walked up and knocked on the wooden door of one of the houses.
"Uncle Zhang, are you busy at home?"
"Who is it? It's the kiln owner. Come in quickly. What can an old man like me do? My old arms and legs can't do it anymore!"
The old man in the house, holding a cane, opened the wooden door and said with a smile, "You are busy firing the kiln, why do you think of an old man like me?"
The kiln owner Song came forward and supported his arm, introducing: "Our new owner wants to make some porcelain jars. Except for you, no one else in our village can do this job!"
"New owner?"
Uncle Zhang looked to the side, then immediately withdrew his arm and became polite.
"I apologize for not welcoming you, but you have come to the wrong place. We can't make exquisite things here."
The kiln owner quickly pulled Uncle Zhang aside, handed him the small porcelain jar, and advised: "Uncle Zhang, don't rush to refuse.
The boss said that he would help us build a new kiln and workshop. As long as we can make porcelain jars like this, then the old and young in the village will be able to make a living from the boss.
Otherwise, will we really have to watch them being sent to do hard labor next year?"
These craftsmen who are not valued by their employers are no better than slaves. They may be abandoned by their masters at any time and sold alive to do hard labor!
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