Beating mud is also a strenuous job, which is also the work of an adult man.

Originally, he would not have arranged for Fan Ming to do this, but Hu San always had a pimple in his heart, and when he thought of the little widow of the Fan family, he had an inexplicable impulse in his heart, and Fan Wu seemed to be a mud wall in front of him.

In fact, the process of beating mud also includes two parts, including digging and mining porcelain stone porcelain clay, and then using a giant mill and a boulder hammer to fine the raw materials in the stone mortar, and then adding water to make the mud into a slurry, Fan Ming's first contact is to dig porcelain clay.

He was ruthless again, and with his years of social tempering, he told himself that only by being ruthless to himself can he be qualified to be ruthless to others.

The hoe hoeed to the ground one by one, the sun of the new year was not too poisonous, but the sweat on his body was like rain, he simply took off his clothes, and stepped into the mud again shirtless, revealing his slender figure.

Straightened his waist, the soreness on his waist became more and more intense, Fan Ming only then knew what a working person was, compared with the work here, chopping wood in the morning was simply a child's activity.

Looking at Hu San's cruel eyes not far away, a breath of anger rose in his heart for no reason, he spat on the ground fiercely, tightened the hoe in his hand, and dug the mud pit on the ground again.

When he straightened up again, he obviously heard a crackling bone sound on his body, and the muscles on his waist shrank, as if he had been slammed by something, and he almost snorted out in pain.

"Hey!" Fan Ming let out a low cry from his stomach, picked up a load of porcelain stone and porcelain clay slowly, and walked to the giant mill of the chunshi, and at the moment he put it down, he felt as if his waist was about to break.

An old craftsman next to him kindly said: "Baby, take it easy, don't be in a hurry, it's a lifetime to boil down your body." ”

Looking at Hu San who was staring in this direction not far away, Fan Ming shook his head, poured the porcelain stone and porcelain clay into the giant mill, picked up the hoe again, and swung it to the ground again and again.

When it was time to put the meal at noon, Fan Ming bent over and walked to the side of the slope and lay down, his whole body suddenly spasmed, and he almost didn't pull over.

"Huh...... Drink ......" kept inhaling the cool air in his mouth, his body couldn't help shaking, the strength of his whole body seemed to be drained, and his hands were trembling constantly, and he couldn't even hold it, let alone go to eat!

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Lunch was sent by the old craftsman to the apprentice, a bowl of thin, a wheat bun, Fan Ming reluctantly poured a bowl of thin down, but the wheat bun didn't even dare to waste the strength to bite.

When the afternoon came, he got up again, he didn't know how he got up, but he thought of the admiration in the eyes of the junior apprentice, and he was ruthless again, although there was no more vigor in the morning, but the amount of completion in this day was far more than that of an adult man.

On this day, he paid twenty salaries, which was just a day's salary for a small worker, but Fan Ming didn't say anything, his eyes never stayed here, this was just the beginning.

When he came home that day, Zhang Wan'er had already arrived at home, Fan Ming was finally relieved, washed his body with cold water, and fell on the bed, and when Fan Qin's finished cooking and called him, he found that his son was already snoring loudly.

Early the next morning, Fan Ming still went to the porcelain kiln with a sore body.

Facing his son who was so tired and deformed, although Fan Qin was very distressed, there must be someone in this family who could pick up the burden, and Gorou was the only man in the family.

It is still a heavy and mechanical pulping career, and the experienced old potter told him that no matter how tired he is, even if his back is a mountain, his waist must be straight, so that the qi in his body will be smooth, and his bones will not cross, if there is no support from below, even a cow will become a dog in less than two months, and he will not be able to straighten his waist.

Listening to the old potter's words, Fan Ming gritted his teeth and straightened up again when he felt that he was about to break his waist, and sent the burden on his shoulders to his destination step by step.

Then with the power of one person, he pushed the huge stone mill that was almost the same height as himself step by step, and the sharp sound of the giant grinder rubbing against the gravel on the ground was like something cutting the flesh of his heart.

Day after day, the days of doing work are boring and tiring, and the life is almost the life of facing the clay with his back to the sky, Fan Ming's only fun is to lie down under the big locust tree in front of the village school for a while, listening to the childish reading sound from the village school, as if returning to the scene of learning Chinese culture and calligraphy under the supervision of his grandfather, if he can go back to the beginning, what a wonderful situation it should be!

Although it was bitter, it made Fan Ming feel very fulfilled, and what made him feel comforted was that this period of time was very smooth, perhaps because it was the lack of manpower during the spring ploughing period, or because of the strict control of the Cao Mansion, at least Hu San did not openly provoke thorns during this time, nor did he make any stumbling blocks in secret, on the contrary, the big housekeeper added his 'salary' a month later, from the original 20 Wen per day to 30 Wen per day.

What surprised him the most was that the management of Caofu was very strict and 'modern', with primitive streamlined division of labor, as well as the formulation of technical standards, such as the fineness of sand powder, the time limit for entering and leaving the kiln, the standard of fire and so on.

Of course, as for the glazing process, there will be no standards, which is a key step related to porcelain for the upper and lower grades, and it is also a key technology in the hands of the old craftsmen.

The other is the welfare system, these craftsmen who work for Caofu not only have never been in arrears of monthly money, but also have benefits during the New Year's holidays.

What satisfied Fan Ming the most was that Caofu's lunch was completely full, which allowed him to save a lot of food for his family, and the bottomless stomach could only be enjoyed at noon, and even he didn't expect that he could eat so much.

I heard that those masters also provided houses by the Cao Mansion and were allowed to bring a family member, such a humanized system is rare even in modern times, and I don't know which capable person in the Cao Mansion has such a 'forward-looking' concept.

If he had the chance, he really wanted to talk to this person about business.

But he knew that this was just a luxury, and who would care about the opinion of a small worker from a broken family......