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

Xia Qianqian roared, everyone was silent. Except for Yang's.

Yang's hands on hips asked arrogantly: "What? You still want to beat your aunt?"

"The hand grows into my body, I can hit whoever I want!" Xia Qianqian waved his fist mightily, full of threats.

Yang was scared, took a step back, and muttered in a low voice, "Huh, I just want to see if you have burnt tiles."

"It doesn't matter whether you succeed or not. It doesn't matter if you become a tile in Yangliu Village, no one will buy it. If you fail, you can start all over again." Xia Qianqian also wanted to know if he succeeded, and turned to look at the tile.

She stumbled on the road for unknown reasons. She staggered a few steps aside without losing her center of gravity. By coincidence, she stepped on the tile.

Click--

The new tile shattered.

Xia Qianqian hurriedly retracted her foot, staring at the broken tiles under her feet in amazement: It broke when she stepped on it gently? Isn't it too crispy?

"Hahaha, it's not fired, hahaha..." Yang Clan could no longer hide the pride in his heart, laughed loudly, turned and ran home to report.

The villagers looked at Xia Qianqian and her little Wayao. Some shook their heads regretfully, others looked sympathetically, and others gloated: "Toss around and have no ass."

"Yes, the thunder is heavy and the rain is small, shameful!"

"..."

Xia Qianqian blinked his eyes twice before taking back his mind. Is her tile so easy to step on? Is it because she is too heavy, or she just used too much energy?

Xia Qianqian stepped on a tile again without giving up. Click, broken.

Try again!

The Qin clan, Xia Yunyun, and Bo Liu looked at Xia Qianqian eagerly. Every time Xia Qianqian stepped on a piece of tile, their hearts would be broken.

In the end, all one hundred new tiles were turned into fragments.

Although Liu Bo felt very distressed, he was not his own thing after all. He is now even more afraid that Xia Qianqian will not be able to stand the blow, so he comforted: "Qianqian, three hundred and sixty lines, you will be the champion. Don't be discouraged, you can do something else if you can't burn the tiles!"

"How could it not be fired?" Xia Qianqian couldn't figure it out. Because of disappointment, the whole person's energy was depressed, like an eggplant that had been beaten by frost.

Liu Bo silently took out some copper coins from his arms and stuffed them into Xia Qianqian's hands: "These days, I volunteer to help, so I won't charge you. Take your mother and sister home to rest."

"Do not!"

Xia Qianqian returned the money to Uncle Liu. She stood up and wiped the sweat from her forehead, and looked at the sky with anger and said: "Failure is the mother of success. I will burn it twice if it fails once, and three times twice. Times...I burned a hundred times, can I still fail?"

Both Qin Clan and Xia Yunyun looked at Xia Qianqian blankly. Seriously, they didn't have the courage and confidence of Xia Qianqian. Today's failure made their sky gray.

Liu Bo sighed: "You little girl, you are really stubborn. Burning tiles is technical work, and you can't toss about it."

"I didn't mess around, except that the tile's hardness is not enough, and the shape and thickness are all qualified. It must be something wrong. I think about it again, and think about it again..."

Xia Qianqian sat cross-legged on the grass, closed his eyes, and recalled the techniques written in "Title Burning Technique". During the whole process, she strictly followed the "Tile Burning Technique". The kiln she built was more advanced than the kiln of the Xia family, and it was unreasonable to fail.

What is going wrong?

She thought too much and did not find a carriage parked at the edge of the field.

The young boy whispered to the people in the carriage: "Master, she failed."

"She's stupid, she's very talented and can't use it." Gu Yanjing hummed, her voice cold, and she seemed to be in a bad mood.

Qingtong's voice was even lower: "Then, shall we go there?"

"Don't go, go home." Gu Yanjing ordered impatiently.

The young boy looked puzzled at the carriage and Xia Qianqian in the field. He finally beat the horse and left.