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

Aunt Liu was taken aback: "You want to build a kiln?"

"Well, my father is gone, the three of us, mother and daughter, will always survive. Building a kiln and burning tiles is better than growing crops." Xia Qianqian said.

Uncle Liu heard it in the courtyard and hurriedly came out: "Qianqian, can you burn tiles?"

Everyone also sympathized with the Qin mother and daughter. But burning vana is a technical job, not something you can do if you want to.

"know a bit."

"Burning tiles is technical work!"

"It's okay, I'll learn it slowly." Xia Qianqian said, "Uncle Liu, can you help with two days of work?"

"Yes, I helped build the Xia family's kiln." Of course, Uncle Liu agreed. Soon after the autumn harvest, it will be winter. There is no work in the fields, so let's go out and find work. After a long time, I will go home to celebrate the New Year. Instead of tossing, it's better to give Xia Qianqian dry at home for ten cents a day!

"Okay, then start tomorrow. Please help me find two more people who do real work, and the salary is the same."

"it is good."

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The next day, Uncle Liu took two people to Xia Qianqian's field. One was Yang Neng. The Jiang family's father and son helped to speak the night that the trouble was brought, and the other was Bo Liu's nephew Liu Bing, both of whom were very real.

Xia Qianqian didn't have paper, so he drew drawings on the cloth with charcoal and told Uncle Liu: "Uncle Liu, my kiln will be built like this..."

"Qianqian, are you sure you want to build it like this?" Uncle Liu asked with a blueprint in surprise, "Such a kiln, isn't it compliant?"

Xia Qianqian smiled and said, "This kiln is different from the one built by my father. I have improved it myself. You can just follow it."

"But if you build this way, what if you can't burn good tiles?" Uncle Liu asked worriedly, "I heard your aunt said that you sold all the seeds to build the kiln."

Xia Qianqian said confidently: "I have confidence and I will definitely succeed!"

"Ok!"

Liu Bo persuaded him not to move, and started to lead people to build the kiln according to the drawings.

Drawing drawings is a technical task, while laying bricks and kilns is a laborious task. Liu Bo took Yang Daneng and Liu Bing to dig the foundation. Xia Qianqian pushed a cart to buy bricks in the neighboring Shihua Village.

Said it was next door, but it was quite far away. Xia Qianqian walked for an hour before reaching Shihua Village.

The brick-seller's last name is Liu, the same name as the Xia family. Shili Baxiang called them "Xiavaliu Brick". The head of the house is Liu Qi, one year younger than Xia Dingshan, thin and capable. There was a shy teenager with dark skin.

"Uncle Liu, I'll buy bricks." Xia Qianqian stopped the cart and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Miss Xia, did you come alone?" Liu Qi asked.

Xia Qianqian said, "Well, I'm alone."

"Then how many bricks do you want?"

"Two hundred yuan."

"it is good."

Two hundred blue bricks piled the cart high up. In order to prevent the bricks from falling, Xia Qianqian specially borrowed a net to hold the bricks and fasten them with twine rope.

Liu Qi seriously doubted whether Xia Qianqian's thin body could hold a high-speed train.

As a result, Xia Qianqian lifted the handlebar of the car as soon as she used her strength. Liu Qi's eyes widened: "Miss Xia, you have a little strength!"

"It's okay." Xia Qianqian smiled, pushing the cart back.

Her feet were not good, she walked limp, and her little figure looked very pitiful. Liu Qi said to the boy: "Liu Xing, you send Miss Xia."

"Okay." The boy got the order, a strange bright color flashed in his eyes, and ran to chase Xia Qianqian quickly, "Miss Xia, my father asked me to send bricks for you."

"Do you want money?" Xia Qianqian asked.