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, have to live. It's better to build a kiln and burn tiles than to grow crops." Xia Qianqian said.

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

Everyone also sympathizes with Qin's mother and daughter. But burning wana is technical work, not something you can do if you want to.

"know a bit."

"Burning tiles is technical work!"

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

"Yes, I also helped build the Xia family's kiln." Uncle Liu agreed. It is winter soon after the autumn harvest, and there is no work in the fields, so go out and find work to do, and you will have to go home for the New Year after a long time. Instead of tossing, it's better to do it at home for Xia Qianqian, ten pennies a day!

"Okay, let's start tomorrow. Please help me find two more real people. The wages are the same."

"it is good."

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The next day, Uncle Liu brought two people to Xia Qianqian's field. One was Yang Neng, the father and son of the Jiang family came to make trouble and helped to talk that night, and the other was Uncle Liu's nephew, Liu Bing, who were very sincere.

Xia Qianqian didn't have any paper, so she used charcoal to draw a drawing on the cloth and told Uncle Liu, "Uncle Liu, my kiln is going to be built like this..."

"Qianqian, are you sure you want to build it like this?" Uncle Liu asked in surprise, holding the blueprint, "This kind of kiln is not very compliant, right?"

Xia Qianqian smiled and said, "This kiln is different from what my father built. I have improved it myself. You can build it as you like."

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

Xia Qianqian said confidently, "I am confident that I will succeed!"

"All right!"

Liu Bo did not persuade him, so he started to lead people to build a kiln according to the drawings.

Drawing blueprints is a technical activity, while laying bricks and building a kiln is a labor of strength. Liu Bo took Yang Daneng and Liu Bing to start digging the foundation. Xia Qianqian pushed the cart to buy bricks in Shihua Village next door.

It was said to be next door, but it was actually quite far. Xia Qianqian walked for an hour to reach Shihua Village.

The surname Liu, who sells bricks, is as famous as the Xia family. Shili Baxiang called them "Xiawa Liuzhuan". The head of the family is Liu Qi, one year younger than Xia Dingshan, thin and lean. Next to him was a shy boy with slightly dark skin.

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

"Miss Xia, you came alone?" Liu Qi asked.

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

"Then how many bricks do you want?"

"Two hundred dollars."

"it is good."

Two hundred blue bricks piled up the cart so high. In order to prevent the bricks from falling, Xia Qianqian borrowed a net to cover the bricks and secure them with hemp ropes.

Liu Qi seriously doubted whether Xia Qianqian's thin body could pull the car.

As a result, Xia Qianqian lifted the handlebars as soon as she exerted her strength. Liu Qi's eyes widened: "Miss Xia, you have some strength!"

"It's okay." Xia Qianqian smiled and pushed the scooter back.

Her feet are not yet healed, she walks with a limp, and her little back looks very pitiful. Liu Qi said to the boy, "Liu Xing, you send Miss Xia."

"Okay." The young man was ordered, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and he quickly ran to chase after Xia Qianqian, "Miss Xia, my father asked me to deliver bricks for you."

"Do you want money?" Xia Qianqian asked.