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"Come, girl, sit here."

"This designer, I'll move you a bench, the home is simple and you have been wronged!"

"Come on, come on, masters, you sit down first."

"I'll pour you all tea!"

Entering the gate of He Biao's house, He Biao's mother was smiling and immediately warmly entertained.

At the door of his house, he was gradually blocked by the villagers who rushed to hear the news, and they were looking inside in twos and threes.

"White designer, your tea."

"It might be hot, be careful."

"Auntie, you're welcome, we'll be ready to start work soon."

Jue Tong took the still steaming glass teacup and said.

"Yes, yes."

He Mu's face was ruddy, and while responding, she continued to pour tea and handed it to several people one by one.

She was very enthusiastic, her face was full of joy, and her eyebrows looked at the lively villagers at the door from time to time, a little proud.

When did you last get so much attention when you came home?

It was probably a few years ago when the cub was admitted to college.

The woman pondered in her heart, and then became more and more enthusiastic.

He Biao's mother is the most ordinary rural woman, and she doesn't think much about it all her life, nothing more than her children, husband and family.

For them, it is enough to be satisfied to be able to give the villagers a high look, to be able to wash clothes, cook, or talk to other women about their parents.

"Masters, designers, I really can't get anything at home."

"There are some fruits, melon seeds and sugar here, you can deal with them."

Mother He took out a few more red plastic bags from the cabinet, and when she opened them, she found some snacks prepared at home.

"He Biao, don't entertain the masters yet!"

Seeing He Biao clubbing beside Jue Tong, He Mu hurriedly reprimanded.

"Let one go, let one go, let me in."

"Lao Wang, why are you here too? Why don't you come in and sit down? ”

"I heard that Designer Bai came to my house?"

"Haha, yes, it's such an honor, no, I hurriedly asked for leave and rushed back."

"Designer Bai can come to my house, this is a big deal!"

There was some commotion among the villagers watching at the door at first, and then a very thick voice could be heard, and there was inevitably a bit of joy and show-off in the voice.

Judging by his voice, this is a middle-aged man, and he must be in a good mood.

Jue Tong and his party looked towards the gate and saw a tall man in a thin gray coat squeezing in.

"These are the white designers."

The middle-aged man entered the house, wiped his hand on his clothes again, and bowed slightly before stepping forward to shake hands with Bai Jingtong and them.

Seeing this, Jue Tong hurriedly put the water cup on the table, stepped forward a few steps, and stretched out his hand to hold it with Father He first.

The middle-aged man's palms were rough, caused by years of hard work.

When he saw that Jue Tong respected him like this, the man's face turned red, it was red from excitement, and his waist couldn't help but straighten up.

Behind him, the villagers looked at Father He with some envy.

"Uncle, you're polite."

The voice of the dove tree was also deliberately raised.

Jue Tong gradually sensed that something was wrong with He Biao's family, and it seemed that both Father He and Mother He were too enthusiastic about them, not ordinary enthusiasm, but the kind of emotion that took advantage of this to stand up straight and feel proud.

It seems that when he comes, he will be able to make their family look up in the village.

After thinking about it, in connection with He Biao's situation, Jue Tong guessed in his heart.

The original plan to rush the construction gradually put down, and I was ready to drink this cup of tea.

Jue Tong deliberately wants to set up a posture for He Biao's family!

This is also the reason why the dove Tong took the first step to catch up, stretched out his hand first, and deliberately raised his voice.

He Biao, a college student standing next to him, looked at Jue Tong and his father, and the feeling of emotion in his heart suddenly became extremely strong, and his hanging fists were clenched tightly.

At this moment, he realized what kind of gossip he had brought to his family and what kind of pressure he had brought to his parents in the more than one year since he graduated.

Looking at Juetong, who was not a few years older than him, He Biao's gratitude in his heart was indescribable.

"Masters, come on, come on, there are no good cigarettes at home."

"You're okay!"

He took out a cloth bag from the room, opened it layer by layer, and took out the hidden cigarette and handed it to the masters.

"Uncle, I'm here this time to prepare next to your house, why Biao specially designed a clay pottery kiln!"

When they all sat down, Jue Tong said loudly.

As he expected, as soon as the words fell, before a few people in the house could answer, the villagers around the door began to talk first.

"Clay kiln?"

"Don't you want to renovate the house for He Biao's family?"

"What are you doing with that thing, who still uses this now?"

"That's it!"

"Hey, really, I thought why the Biao family was really going to be hit by a pie falling from the sky."

"That's not what happened..."

Hearing the discussion of the villagers at the door, He Biao's parents' faces suddenly changed, and their hearts were half cold.

"In my Banwan Village renovation system, He Biao's clay kiln occupies a very important position."

Jue Tong's eyes drifted past the door, paused, and said one after another.

"Banwan Village is an ancient, mysterious, and charming village in my eyes."

"After the renovation is completed, it will be the ancient village that tourists across the country want to travel and experience the most."

"You said that people from the city came to our Banwan Village, what do they want to play? What to see? ”

"Isn't it a rare thing that we don't have in the outside world?"

"Uncle, aunt, let me tell you, this clay pottery of the Buyi tribe, placed in the outside world, is an extremely precious traditional folk art, not to mention the price, you want to buy there is nowhere to buy!"

The voice is very clear, and the speed of speech is not fast, which can ensure that the villagers at the door of the house can hear clearly.

All the chatter suddenly stopped, and the villagers held their breath and poked their heads eavesdropping.

The more they listened, the more solemn their expressions became.

"Uncle, aunt.."

"I just took a fancy to the craft that He Biao learned in college."

"I believe that he can pass on the traditional pottery skills of the Buyi people and carry them forward."

"The clay pottery of the Buyi tribe is the god of the village, the god of spirit!"

The voice suddenly rose and became sonorous and powerful.

In the words, he affirmed He Biao's advantages in college, affirmed He Biao's ability, and expressed confidence in He Biao's future.

Hey, as soon as the words of Jue Tong were thrown.

Who would dare to say that going to college is useless?

Who would dare to say that it was blind money?

Who would dare to be sneering and sour?

This is supporting He Biao!

He Biao on the side was flushed when he heard this, and the whole person felt confident and proud, and regarded Juetong as a bole and confidant.

It is often said that a scholar dies for a confidant, and it is no exaggeration to say that at this moment, He Biao is even willing to die for Juntong.

Father and Mother He were even more excited and joyful, only feeling that the whole person was floating, their faces were ruddy, their waists were straight, and they were proud of their son!

I feel that the grievances I have suffered for more than a year are worth it, and they are nothing.

At the door, many villagers heard Juetong's words clearly, and the eyes that looked at He Biao's family in the house immediately changed and became more respectful.

Good guys, this is even luckier than pie in the sky!

If it can be done, it will give the He family a steady stream of gold mines, and even if someone in Banwan Village wants to join in the future, they will have to follow He Biao, he will take the big head, and you will take the small head.

I don't ask why, just because he is one of the village centers planned by the designer of Bai Juetong, because he is the first person of Buyi clay pottery!

"Okay, uncle, aunt, we have to start work soon."

"Finish it as soon as possible, and you still have work at hand."

After giving the He family enough momentum, Jue Tong stood up and walked out of the house with a few masters.

The crowd in front of the door suddenly dispersed, making room for them.

The eyes of the villagers looking at the dove tree are different again!

This white dove tree designer is more alive than the living gods, more living than the living Buddha.

A piece of Luo changed the living conditions for Shu Ting's family, and he made another mess, preparing to give He Biao's family a hen that can lay golden eggs.

Banxia was helping Mother He clean up the teacups and fruit crumbs together.

Such a beautiful girl cleaned up with Mother He, and Mother He smiled with a smile on her face: "Such a handsome girl is still so diligent, I don't know who will have this blessing in the future." ”

"Auntie, you have it."

The subordinates did not stop, and answered softly with a smile.

Banxia is aware of the intention of the dove tree, and he is also in the posture of the family!

Digging earth, laying bricks, clay pottery kilns, also known as steamed bread kilns, began to be built...