Throughout this process, Su Yunzhi watched Lin Yinan's hand movements with tender eyes, remaining silent even as she washed the wound until it turned white.
After the bandage was bandaged, Lin Yinan looked up and met a pair of dark eyes.
She took out a small porcelain bottle from her sleeve again, poured out two small black pills, and handed them to him.
Su Yunzhi took a handful and threw it into her mouth; the bitter taste instantly filled her entire oral cavity.
"Take the oral medication twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening. This is a three-day supply. You'll be fine after you finish this."
Lin Yinan frowned slightly and handed him the bottle as well.
"Thank you, Anan! I'll remember that," Su Yunzhi said gently.
Then she handed over the medicine for the wound to Jixiang, who dared not slack off in the slightest and carefully wrote it down.
Zhu Jinhui, who was peeping from outside the courtyard, could clearly see her son's expression.
Seeing that Lin Yinan and the other person were about to get up and leave, she quietly slipped out.
Seeing her son in that state, she felt terrible!
She gritted her teeth, determined to find her son a woman even better than Lin Yinan.
In the courtyard, after Lin Yiheng and his sister had left, Su Yunzhi's face immediately turned cold, and her already pale face became even whiter.
"Give it to me!!" He stretched out his right hand toward Ji Xiang, his tone icy.
Ji Xiang flinched slightly, then placed the medicine Lin Yinan had given her into his hand.
Su Yunzhi held the wound in her hand, got up and went back to the room. Before closing the door, she glanced at Jixiang.
"Pack your things and get out!"
Startled, Jixiang quickly removed the chairs from the porch and hurriedly left the yard with the basin of water.
Su Yunzhi returned to the low couch, clutching two bottles of medicine tightly in her hands. She slowly closed her eyes, her expression calm and revealing nothing.
After leaving the Su family, Lin Yinan went to see her cousin Lin Qingxiang. The pottery-making process was complicated, and she needed to prepare some tools.
Lin Qingxiang was somewhat surprised by her arrival, thinking that she wanted to make some new and unusual furniture again.
"Anan, what brings you here?"
Lin Yinan took out the sketch she had drawn last night and said with a smile, "Uncle Xiang, I came to ask you to make something. Do you think this can be made?"
Lin Qingxiang took the blueprints and examined them carefully. "What is this? It's a strange thing. That disc spins?"
Lin Yinan pointed to the picture and explained to him, "This is a pottery throwing tool. It is a shaping tool for pottery. It can rotate, and the pottery making process uses the force of rotation to pull the clay into the shape you want to create."
"You want to make pottery?"
"I found some clay and wanted to see if I could make pottery."
Lin Qingxiang thought to himself, "There's nothing she can't accomplish."
"How many of these do we need?" Lin Qingxiang asked.
"Make me ten, and when will they be ready?"
Lin Qingxiang: "This is not difficult. I'll make it and give it to you."
Lin Yinan waved her hand, "This matter is not urgent, take your time."
After finalizing some details with Lin Qingxiang, Lin Yinan left.
As for whether Lin Qingxiang could make it, she wasn't worried at all. After two years of honing their skills, the carpentry team led by Lin Qingxiang had made great strides in their craftsmanship, and they could create furniture of all kinds of intricate and exquisite designs, which were sold to places like Nanzhou Prefecture and Cangwu County, and were loved by a wide range of users.
When Lin Yinan returned to the county government office, he asked Lin Fu to help him write a recruitment notice and post it on the bulletin board outside the city gate.
Some villagers who went to the city to do business saw the recruitment notice and hurriedly ran back to the village with empty baskets, because there was a craftsman in their village who knew how to make pottery.
The Quan couple, who had gone into the mountains early in the morning to cut grass, returned with a full load, only to be stopped at the village entrance by villagers who had been driven back.
"Quanzi, the county government is recruiting pottery craftsmen. You should go and sign up quickly."
With her head hidden behind a large basket of grass, Quanzi struggled to look up at the person who had approached her. "Are you telling the truth?"
"I just came back from the county town. The recruitment notice was posted on the bulletin board. Everyone saw it. If you don't believe me, go ask the people who came back from town today. I'm telling you, you should hurry up and sign up. I heard that the monthly salary they offer is very generous!" The villager said excitedly.
Some villagers asked curiously, "How much monthly pay do you get?"
The man held up three fingers.
"300 coins?"
The villager shook his head.
"Three taels, a full three taels of silver!!"
The villagers gasped in surprise, their eyes widening in astonishment.
"My goodness! There's so much silver!"
"Three taels a month!"
Some villagers began to regret that they didn't know how to make pottery.
They looked at Quanzi with envy, already picturing him bringing home three taels of silver every month.
Three taels of silver is roughly equivalent to half a year's income for an average villager.
"If Quanzi gets the job, his family will be the richest in the village!" the villagers couldn't help but exclaim.
Quanzi nervously rubbed his hands together. Through his open collar, everyone could see his shoulders, which were red from being pulled by the basket on his back. He didn't seem to feel any pain and just smiled憨厚ly.
"I don't know if they'll even appreciate our skills."
Quanzi's wife looked at her husband with excitement, "Dad, why don't you give it a try!"
Seeing his mild-mannered nature, the villagers were also anxious for him and hurriedly urged, "Quanzi, hurry up and sign up. The recruitment notice says that only five people are needed. If you go too late, there may not be any spots left!"
Kind-hearted villagers stepped forward and took the basket off his back.
Quanzi glanced at his wife beside him somewhat embarrassedly, "Wife, shall I go?"
Quanzi's wife gave him a push, "Dad, hurry up and go, I'll take care of things at home!"
"Okay, I'll go right away."
With his wife's permission, Quanzi took off running towards Longtan County.
The area under the Longtan notice board was crowded with people. Quanzi squeezed into the crowd and excitedly read the recruitment notice word by word five times.
His heart pounded when he saw that the silver was three taels.
His family has been pottery artisans for five generations, and with his ancestral skills, he believes he has the ability to take on this job.
After reading it three more times, he finally went into the city to register at the county government office.
Recruitment is underway, and Lin Yinan is not idle either. She has selected a sloping plot of land on a hill outside the city to build a kiln.
By the time Lin Qingxiang finished making the potter's wheel mold, the recruitment was also over. The notice stated that five people were to be recruited, but in reality, twelve people were recruited.
Lin Yinan was a complete novice when it came to pottery making in Jian kilns.
Once she had recruited enough people, she planned to hand the whole matter over to someone knowledgeable in the field.
Let professionals do what they are good at.
Of course, the patterns and designs of the porcelain to be fired must be made according to her requirements, as she hopes that this project will bring profits to Longtan.
She led the person to the hillside she had chosen outside the city.
"I'd like to build the kiln here. Do you have any opinions or suggestions?"
The twelve people who applied were supposed to start working immediately upon arrival, but little did they know that the city lord hadn't even finished building the kiln yet.
Many of them know nothing about this.
Only one young man stepped forward and walked around the hillside.
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