????'? >?5@ t?%v?;?? %?aA???] 5?nr],A?. (t&??!??? ?v?2?? ... 500,000 bricks! That's a lot of money!" The stunned village didn't calculate how much money it was for a long time. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhao Mubai beside him was also stunned! He expected that Si Fan would give a big price, a very high price and a very large quantity, but he didn't expect so much.

Si Fan smiled.

"I think the price is very fair and ...... These wall tiles are to be transported to Dubai. The 500 yuan I need is the CIF price, not the FOB price!" Si Fan explained again, this gap is very high! Not to mention the transportation cost.

Even so, it's a big deal!

The profit made Zhao Mubai a little unsure of what Si Fan meant.

Who knows that Si Fan smiled: "I naturally have a reason to give you such a big profit, I hope to surpass the quality of every brick in the whole construction process, and every wall tile is guaranteed to maintain appreciation in history." ”

His ambition was revealed in a few words.

Only works of art will appreciate with history, and Si Fan's pursuit is a work of art.

Even if it is at a high price, you have to turn some special buildings you build into works of art.

For example, in the two mansions this time, the mansion of Prince Ahmad of Ajman must reach the royal level.

And Prince Haman, as the crown prince, has to be promoted by half a block. Wireless is close to the Royal Palace.

The difference between this may only be explored by historians, slowly, anyway, there is only so much for Si Fan's request.

The old village chief could no longer speak. Just use your hands to pull your fingers and calculate how much money you want to order.

As for what real estate development! To hell with it! Anyway, the land has already been sold, and the location of this kiln factory cannot be sold!

This is the real cash cow! Just a business is a lot of money...... Several......

Anyway, the old village chief can't be counted. But he grabbed Si Fan's hand.

"Don't go. Our Zhaojiagou has never been in the habit of neglecting distinguished guests, you must finish eating before leaving!"

Zhao Mubai, who was narrating, was a little stunned.

He looked at the city bricks in front of him, then looked at the brick kiln behind him, and finally gritted his teeth: "Boss Xiaosi, you must wait for me for a while." I'm going to find the secret record of our clan's brick firing!"

Zhao Mubai casually threw the extra delicate wall tile he was holding in his hand to the ground. He ran to his room as fast as he could.

This guy is a guy who can burn bricks and is obsessed, his love for stones is deep in the bone marrow, otherwise he would not have persevered until now, waiting for Si Fan to appear.

Si Fan silently squatted down and held the abandoned wall tile in his hand!

The feeling of holding this wall tile in your hand suddenly changed.

Unlike porcelain, it is a material with a sense of masonry, which is very delicate, and it seems to be able to catch up with pottery, but it is brick and stone.

With just such a brick, Si Fan believed that Zhao Mubai had found a new way.

Looking at Zhao Mubai's gradual departure, Si Fan could only ask the old village chief: "Zhao Mubai should have never given up developing new wall tiles all these years, right?"

He asked.

The old village chief on the opposite side suddenly said proudly: "Every month when he has money, he will always try his best to open a kiln and make it once!

"He has suffered a lot over the years! And he burns what he cooks himself, and if he is not satisfied, he will follow the habits of the year. Lay these wall tiles on the ground. ”

"If you look carefully, the wall tiles in the front yard are the defective products that Zhao Mubai has burned for so many years!" he led Si Fan to carefully trace the ground laid by Zhao Mubai and take a closer look.

Really. Most of the ancient wall tiles on the ground are from before the Republic of China. At that time, it was the time when they were prosperous, and the Old Summer Palace, known as the Garden of Ten Thousand Gardens, should have had bricks and tiles made by these ancestors!

The original prosperity was completely abolished in the Republic of China.

Until now, no one has built a wall at all.

The recently rebuilt ones are all reinforced concrete pits that are just to cheat the ticket money.

It's all a joke.

Si Fan gently touched the masonry on the ground, feeling the concentration of the craftsmen at that time.

I also have a lot of respect in my heart, and if it weren't for these sages, the country would have nothing to be proud of.

"How many craftsmen worked hard day and night back then!" Si Fan admired.

Gently brushing your hand over the wall tiles.

What is written on it is Chen Tingyu, the chief secretary of the promotion official of Yichun County, Yuanzhou Prefecture, and Zhao Deshan, the craftsman, who made it on August 8 in the seventh year of Hongwu.

This is the brick that Si Fan saw that excites him the most.

The other wall tiles have inscriptions placed at the bottom to prevent others from seeing. There is only one piece that is just placed in broad daylight for people to see.

It's just that the old village chief's face is a little unsightly, and he seems to want Si Fan to leave quickly when he looks at this piece of city brick.

The city bricks here are not the same as those ordered by Si Fan. The bricks here are all under the uniform rules of the Eight Classics, and all of them are relatively small. The length is about 40 cm, the width is 19 cm, and the height is 1.5 cm!

In order to pursue a little bit of beauty, the city bricks ordered by Si Fan are made of relatively large materials.

This choice is not exactly the same as the ancient buildings of the time. But it will be more aesthetically pleasing.

After all, this is a new construction. It's not a complete copy.

Si Fan just looked at the wall tiles curiously, but after the village chief kept silent, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Alas, these were all warnings of the year. This is a warning that our Zhaojia Village has exchanged for a bloody lesson!"

With a few tears in his eyes, he knelt down in front of the brick and kowtowed respectfully three times.

"This is our ancestors used their lives to warn us that our descendants must work meticulously and meticulously, and there can be no mistakes! Because our glory is caused by the blood of our ancestors. ”

Only then did the old village chief tell the bloody history of this wall brick.

"Back then, we Zhaojiagou burned the Shence Gate city bricks in the Hongwu period, each city brick required to knock each other three times! No cracks, no obvious damage to be qualified, if a piece is unqualified, it will be sent back to re-burn, if two consecutive firing is unsuccessful!"

"No mercy!"

The village chief said in an indifferent voice, with a bit of grief and indignation.

"In order to break through the firing technology, the ancestors of those days studied the firing process day and night! ”

"At that time, our Zhaojiagou did not have the reputation of the later at all, and the ancestors of that year were not so superb, in order to burn the right wall tiles, the only way to burn more is to choose the right city bricks. ”

"At that time, we Zhaojiagou undertook to burn 100,000 city bricks, and at the end of the day, there was still a shortage of 3,000 city bricks, and this ancestor was the village chief of our good Zhaojiagou at that time. ”

"At the last moment, he put all his burnt remnants into the city bricks to be examined!"

However, the villagers of Zhaojiagou worked hard during this time, and finally gathered 100,000 city bricks when they were finally investigated. ”

"At that time, Zhao Jiagou saved the opportunity to burn the city bricks! The village chief delayed the military plane because of the mistake of burning!"

"This is where the execution took place. ”