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

"So we will be big business people in the future." Xia Qianqian blew the cowhide. In fact, she didn't have much in her heart, but she could not think of other ways to make money except for building kilns and tiles. The family is too poor, there is nothing!

Yangliu Village is rich in kiln soil resources, and she doesn’t need money. She builds a kiln and then goes back to the mountain to pick up some firewood.

After all, the Qin clan is a woman and Taoist family. He doesn't have any opinions. He only knows that he is worried: "Qianqian, can you really make a kiln?"

"Yes." Xia Qianqian was full of confidence.

Thanks to Gu Yanjing's blessing, she knows a little about porcelain. Is it harder to burn tiles than to burn porcelain? She didn't burn it twice at a time. She believed that if there is a will, everything will be done. She can live without Gu Yanjing!

"Mother, don't worry, I have a sense of measure. Tomorrow I will take the seeds to the town and sell them. I can start buying pressed bricks to build a kiln with some money." Xia Qianqian said.

Although Qin's eyes cannot see, he can feel his daughter's ambition. Furthermore, she didn't know how to live, she could only trust her daughter: "Okay."

"Where is Yunyun?" Xia Qianqian asked.

"Yunyun has a fever and is already asleep," Qin said.

Xia Qianqian turned her head, and saw Xia Yunyun shrunk in the quilt, her face flushed. Reached out and touched it, it turned out to be feverish.

Alas, the house leaks in the evening rain, and there is no medicine and no money. Xia Qianqian drew water and twisted the cloth towel to cool Xia Yun physically, and waited until Xia Yunyun's fever subsided before going to bed.

Before going to bed, Xia Qianqian put a stool behind the door, and put a bowl of water on the stool. Finally, a thick wooden stick was prepared next to the bed to take precautions.

She went back to the village with great fanfare and beat Jiang Li again. Tonight, it may not be calm.

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This night, Xia Qianqian dared not sleep too much.

Sure enough, in the middle of the night, Xisuosuo's voice came from outside the door. Xia Qianqian opened her eyes fiercely, listened carefully, and moved her lips coldly: bastard! On the first night of returning to the village, someone came!

Qin slept soundly with Qin Xia Yunyun in his arms, but Xia Qianqian didn't disturb them. He picked up the wooden stick he had prepared earlier, and came to the door gently.

Jiang Li and Jiang's father were outside the door, laughing very hard: Xia Qianqian's mother and daughter are beautiful, and they happen to be one father and son tonight!

However, in order to prevent too much movement, they prepared Mixiang and advanced through the crack of the door.

As soon as Mixiang reached in, Xia Qianqian saw it. She covered her mouth and nose, reached out and dipped a little water from the water bowl on the stool, and dripped it on Mixiang.

The fragrance was gone, and the Jiang family father and son outside the door didn't know, they were still waiting with joy.

After a while, they felt that the incense was almost burned, and then broke in.

The stool and water basin behind the door turned over, and there was a ping-pong-pong sound, which was so loud in this silent night, which shocked the Jiang family and his son. Father Jiang looked inside, and Xia Qianqian struck down with a sap.

Father Jiang fell down without even wailing, Jiang Li's expression changed drastically, and he hurried to pull his father. His hand just reached in, pop! After a stick hit it, he clearly heard the sound of his hand bone breaking, and then exhaled in pain: "Ah—"

The sharp cry cut through the night. Qin and Xia Yunyun were awakened, and Qin hurriedly shouted: "Qianqian, Qianqian!"

Xia Yunyun was so scared that she burst into tears when she saw Father Jiang fell on the ground and Jiang Li who was yelling.

Suddenly, the children's cry and Jiang Li's screams shocked the whole village.