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

Should I be able to burn tiles today? The perspective eyes are all given to her, and no tiles can be burnt, she is just going through and wearing it silly!

Gu Yanjing thought so, with a gentle smile on his lips.

"Master, where are you so many weird?" Qingtong whispered aside. Did the young master find the treasure in the pond when he fell into the water? From time to time, he brought out a weird guy. Just like what the young master is holding now, neither made of jade nor wood, but magically allows people to see things in the distance.

"You don't need to know." Gu Yanjing glared at Qingtong and threatened. "If you talk nonsense, I will drive you out of Gu's house."

Qingtong said with a bitter face: "Master, you threatened me eight hundred times, I remembered it."

"Go and find some wild fruits in the mountains, I'm thirsty."

"Yes."

Qingtong went to find Guo Yanjing, and Gu Yanjing continued to look far away with a telescope.

In the kiln field, Xia Qianqian has already begun to open the kiln. The tiles baked this time are different from yesterday, the pieces are blue, and the color is uniform and the shape is neat.

Yang's face changed drastically, and he blurted out: "Is it burned by her?"

"Shut up! If you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb." Grandma Xia gave her a hard look.

Everyone can see that the tiles Xia Qianqian burned today are different from yesterday! From a visual point of view, the color texture has been qualitatively improved, depending on the hardness of the tiles.

Xia Qianqian lifted his foot, stepped on the tiles and felt it, and his eyes immediately showed a strange look. This hardness definitely passes!

"You step on it hard, how can you try it without any effort?" Yang cried out in a panic.

Xia Qianqian was not in a hurry, she slowly increased the strength under her feet, and tried to find out what level of hardness the tiles reached.

Harder, harder...

Xia Qianqian smiled and withdrew her feet contentedly: "Uncle Liu, come and try."

Uncle Liu cautiously stepped on it, and said loudly, "Better than yesterday's! This hardness is not worse than that of Lao Xia's!"

"Bah! Nonsense, what kind of **** can compare with my old Xia family?" Grandma Xia scolded immediately.

Uncle Liu ignored her and continued yelling: "Everyone, come and see, Xia Qianqian has burnt tiles!"

The people eating melons went to look at the tiles one after another, and the quality of the tiles was inspected. Although several pieces were stepped on, the facts proved that Xia Qianqian did succeed.

People gave Xia Qianqian a thumbs up one after another: "Yes, the little girl deserves to be the girl from Xia Dingshan, she has a bit of skill!"

"Dear fathers and villagers, Qianqian will rely on you in the future, and I also ask you to help propagate and publicize. I will build a large kiln in the future, and I will definitely entertain the villagers as a thank you!" Xia Qianqian smiled happily, and the villagers Talk about things and pave the way for future business.

She is not only capable, but also flexible. Many villagers began to recognize Xia Qianqian and encouraged: "Okay, we will definitely help you promote it!"

"Work hard and pass on your father's craftsmanship!"

"..."

The Qin family breathed a sigh of relief, hugged Xia Yunyun tightly, and silently said in his heart: "Msang Gong, Qianqian inherited your craft, come back soon!"

Grandma Xia winked at Yang, and Yang came forward and picked up a piece of tile. Xia Dinghai took over, and Xia Dingfeng personally inspected it.

Song asked nervously: "How is it?"

"Indeed...it was done." Xia Dinghai's face was pale.

Grandma Xia's face changed drastically, and she raised her hand arrogantly and pointed at the people in Yangliu Village one by one, "If anyone buys Xia Qianqian's tiles, Lao Xia's family can't live!"