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

Both the housekeeper and Qin Xuan changed their expressions.

The surface of the azure jug is covered with fine dark mesh, and the cracks in the glaze add a different beauty to the porcelain.

At this moment, a crisp sound of "ding" made people startled.

"This is the sound of shocking glaze." Xia Qianqian explained, "The cracks on this pot were not fixed when it came out of the kiln, but continued to occur, like trees growing. A few days after the kiln came out, the sound of shocking glaze was incessant. It disappeared slowly, until it became silent. But after a few months or a few years, there would be a sudden shock."

"Is this something used by the imperial family in Beijing?" Qin Xuan hurried over and carefully observed the jug in Xia Qianqian's hand. No one in Maoshi Town can burn such exquisite porcelain!

"It doesn't matter if it's a royal or not, the porcelain burner cares about its beauty." Xia Qianqian carefully put away the jug.

Qin Xuan finally changed his eyes to look at Xia Qianqian: "Do you really understand porcelain?"

"Although I understand a lot of theories at present. But I believe that after my experiments, I can burn good porcelain!" Xia Qianqian was full of confidence.

With her clairvoyant eyes, Danqing skills, and modern aesthetic concepts, she is bound to burn Xuanguo's best porcelain!

"What's your name?" Qin Xuan asked.

"Xia Qianqian. Xia Qianqian in Yangliu Village, Pingning Town." Xia Qianqian held her head high and announced her name loudly.

Qin Xuan frowned and looked at the housekeeper. The housekeeper shook his head: "I haven't heard of it."

Xia Qianqian was a little embarrassed and said, "My house burns tiles, and I was just about to switch to porcelain, so I went to Maoshi Town to buy porcelain clay. It's normal that you don't know me now."

"Tiles are different from porcelain. In addition to the materials used, the craftsmanship is also different." Qin Xuan reminded.

"I know. Master Qin Xuan, I drew a drawing of a porcelain kiln by myself, you can take a look."

Xia Qianqian took out the blueprint of the porcelain kiln, Qin Xuan took a look at it and frowned again: "Your kiln is not the same as mine..."

"This is a porcelain kiln that I have improved myself. Master Qin Xuan, take a closer look. Is this more conducive to balancing the temperature in the kiln?"

Qin Xuan read it carefully several times and nodded, "Maybe so."

Xia Qianqian took back the blueprint and carefully put it back into her arms: "Master Qin Xuan, since you are all like-minded, can you sell me some porcelain clay?"

The housekeeper said sternly, "No! You can't break the rules!"

Xia Qianqian glared at the housekeeper and looked at Qin Xuan eagerly. For the sake of the clay, she was willing to flatter her once: "Master Qin Xuan is an artist, can you understand my dream?"

"Understood." Qin Xuan nodded, Xia Qianqian's heart just started to hope, he changed his words, "But no."

Xia Qianqian's face turned dark: "Master Qin Xuan, we are all people who pursue art. The purpose of burning porcelain is to burn more exquisite porcelain. I have the skills, you can make it easier for you to use the raw materials, and I am willing to pay the market price. money."

"This is the rule of Maoshi Town," the butler said.

Xia Qianqian decided not to be a housekeeper, he always pulled back.

"Master Qin Xuan, for the sake of our common dream, just make it easier for you!"

"Sorry, I can't break the rules." Although Qin Xuan was moved, he still refused Xia Qianqian.

Xia Qianqian was furious, but she was helpless, the one who had the clay was the uncle! If she can't buy the best china clay, she can't burn good china, what should I do?

At this moment, Qin Ge changed his clothes and opened the door, sneering contemptuously: "What are the rules and regulations, you people are really particular about it!"