Half of Pulan City is near the sea, and it is the only way to the Western Regions, located in a traffic fortress, it is also rich in the Lei country, and there are not a few families who are extremely rich and noble, but people like Li Dazhuang's family still account for the majority.

If you can afford to eat cornmeal on weekdays, you are considered rich, but if the harvest is not good, perhaps by the time the wheat sprouts return to green, the family will run out of food, and the wild vegetables in the field are often dug up to fill the belly as soon as they emerge. Although Aunt Li's family is not short of food and clothing, she only dares to buy some white noodles and meat to entertain guests during the Chinese New Year, and she is reluctant to eat it on weekdays.

Seeing that Lu Mengjian was sending meat dumplings and white flour cakes, he felt that he owed a lot in his heart.

"Aunt Li, don't say that, if it weren't for the help of you and my uncle, I'm afraid my husband and I would have been on the streets," Lu Mengjian was full of gratitude, "I can't hide it, I also have something to ask for this time." "

"Lin Niangzi can open her mouth if she has something, as long as Zhong'er and his father and I can help, we will do our best," Aunt Li was upright, and she didn't wait for Li Dazhuang to speak, so she responded.

"I drew a drawing, I want to bother Uncle Li to give me a favor, I don't know which of our kilns has the best clay pots, I want to fire a batch of flower pots in the shape drawn on this drawing," Lu Mengjian took out the carefully folded drawing from his bosom and handed it to Li Dazhuang.

"Fired flower pots......" Li Dazhuang unfolded the drawings, only to see that there were nearly ten styles of flower pots scattered on a piece of paper, and some small characters were marked on the side, but it was a pity that Li Dazhuang did not have one big word. However, the style of the flower pot was very novel, which attracted Li Dazhuang's praise, and then carefully put it away in a small cloth bag.

"If you want to talk about kilns, there are really no ones in the villages around here, but I think that there is a family surnamed Su on the other side of the mountain who also burns kilns, but I just don't know if they can burn flower pots, why don't I go and ask them tomorrow to help burn them, right?" Li Dazhuang has only heard of firing dishes and utensils on weekdays, but he has never heard of anyone asking for clay pots, so he can't help but feel curious.

"This is five taels of silver, Uncle Li, you take it first, if it's not enough, I'll give it to you," Lu Mengjian took out five taels of silver from his cuffs and handed it to Li Dazhuang. The Li couple had never seen so many silver taels, and they couldn't help but look straight in their eyes, and they sat for a long time before they suddenly reacted.

"You don't need so many taels of silver to fire the flower pot, I'll keep some of it first, and you can take the rest first, and I'll ask you again if it's not enough," Li Dazhuang knew that the price of firing pottery was extremely low, so he only left a small piece of silver, and the rest was still stuffed back into Lu Mengjian's hand.

"Although I don't know the price of firing clay pots, but this time there are a lot of fires, and besides, I have to transport these pots back, how can I do it without silver taels," Lu Mengjian insisted on putting the silver taels back on the table, "It's just that Uncle Li's time is going to be delayed, so I'm really a little unwilling." "

"Mrs. Lin, this is not enough, after all, the villagers should help each other, and Mr. Lin is sick now, just you are a weak woman supporting this family, we are also distressed when we look at it," Aunt Li held Lu Mengjian's hand, seeing that she had been tanned from the original white and clean, she couldn't help but feel pity in her heart.

Lu Mengjian was not sad, but she was optimistic by nature, seeing Aunt Li like this, she hurriedly diverted the topic and talked for a while, then said goodbye and left, and returned home, Lin Daimo had already fallen asleep face in, so she washed her hands and feet and went to bed and lay down, but her mind was full of those flower seedlings planted in the yard, and she was thinking about her future plans, and she fell asleep unconsciously.

However, Li Dazhuang pinched the hot five taels of silver in his hand, and couldn't sleep for half a night with excitement.

"Zhong'er and his mother, you said that Mrs. Lin was young, and she didn't see anything valuable with her when she came, why did Mr. Lin get rich when she got sick?" Li Dazhuang lowered his voice and asked the woman beside him.

Aunt Li was also unable to fall asleep with her eyes open, thinking about the silver given by Lu Mengjian, and when she heard the man's question, she also muttered in her heart, "I am also wondering, she said that day she went to the city, but when she came back, she not only bought some food, but also bought a lot of saplings to plant in the yard...... At that time, she said that she was just a personal maid of the daughter of a large family, and even if she saved private money, she ......"

"Mother, what is private money," I don't know when Zhong'er woke up, and suddenly opened her mouth to startle the Li couple.

"Don't ask so much about children, go to sleep, be good," Aunt Li stretched out her hand to tuck the quilt for Zhong'er.

"Mother, I want to pee," said Zhong'er, who couldn't wait to lift the quilt and stand up, Aunt Li hurriedly urged Li Dazhuang to take the night pot and toss it. Seeing Zhong'er lying down again, Aunt Li thought of the conversation with Li Dazhuang just now, I don't know how much this kid listened to, in case she ran out to learn her tongue for fear that she would be truthful again, so she gently stroked Zhong'er's forehead and said, "Zhong'er, what I said to your father tonight, you must not talk nonsense after you go out, and you can't tell outsiders what your master said in our house, you know?" "

Zhong'er was awakened by urine, and he was already sleepy at the moment, so he nodded indiscriminately and agreed, and fell into a deep sleep.

However, Li Dazhuang no longer had the interest in talking, stayed up half-awake and half-asleep until dawn, went to the field to work for a while, and when the dew disappeared, he walked to the other side of the mountain with the drawing.

Although the kiln of the Su family is small, it has a history of nearly 100 years, and it is mainly used to fire pottery bowls and pots. The Su family has lived on the kiln for almost generations, and now it is the third generation in the hands of Su Xunian. Within a radius of a few miles, everyone knows that the pottery bowls fired by the Su family kiln are strong and durable, and they often fall to the ground and only lack a small mouth, but it does not hinder the use, so most farmers love to buy the pottery fired by the Su family.

However, even so, the life of the Su family is still tight, even worse than those farmers who rely on the sky to eat, Su Xunian also broke off the idea of letting the descendants continue to burn the kiln, and relied on the family's meager savings for his son to go to the school, all counting on his son to be named on the gold list one day, and he will not survive in front of the kiln for a lifetime.

But the son was not angry, and he followed his father when he came back from the school every day, and pinched various shapes with sticky loess and put them in the kiln to fire.

The mountain road is rugged, when Li Dazhuang walked to the Su family kiln, the time had passed, Su Xunian had just loaded a batch of rubbed and dried dishes into the kiln and prepared to light the fire, and when he saw the arrival of the living, he signaled Li Dazhuang to wait outside.

coincided with the end of school, and the Su family saw a person standing outside the kiln, knowing that he had come to ask his father to fire pottery, so he took a bench and asked Li Dazhuang to sit down, and asked curiously.

Li Dazhuang was only curious, so he said that he brought a drawing to ask Su Xunian to help with the firing, but he was in the right mood for the child, and he couldn't help but take out the drawings to show them.

"Kaizi, why don't you go home for dinner and rub around here!" Su Xunian added grass, walked out of the kiln and saw Kaizi standing outside the kiln, thinking of his usual appearance, he couldn't help but feel a little angry.

"Dad, look, these flower pots are really peculiar, if they can be fired, they must look better than on paper," Kaizi excitedly showed the drawings to Su Xunian, but was stunned by his father and retreated, and handed the drawings back to Li Dazhuang.

Seeing that Su Xunian finally showed up, Li Dazhuang hurriedly stood up, rubbed his hands crampedly and said, "Master Su, excuse me, I have some drawings of flower pots here, I wonder if you can help me make them?" "

Looking at Kaizi's excited expression, Su Xunian's dark face was a little unhappy because of the perennial kiln burning, and he couldn't help frowning, "Our family never burns flower pots, I'm sorry." "

"Why don't you burn the flower pot, Dad, you look at the drawings first, otherwise you will definitely regret it," Before Li Dazhuang could react, Kaizi had already stomped his feet anxiously.

"It's none of your business here, why don't you go home and go to the school after dinner, are you really going to be angry with me!" Su Xunian's eyes widened, and he pointed at Kaizi and scolded. Seeing that his father was like this, Kaizi didn't dare to say more, turned around and prepared to leave, but after walking a few steps, he couldn't help but turn around, "Dad, really, you will definitely regret it if you don't see it!" "

Li Dazhuang took advantage of the situation and handed the drawings to Su Xunian.

Although some of the flower pots on the drawings are similar to the flower pots that are often seen on weekdays, they have been slightly modified in many parts, and the flower pots of the same shape are much more flexible on the drawings. In addition, there are a few flower pots with very strange shapes, but they are more like decorations in large houses.

After reading it, Su Xunian praised the person who made the drawing in his heart, but he still shook his head at Li Dazhuang and said, "These flower pots on the drawings are really good, but I'm afraid that with my ability, I will only disappoint you, brother, it's not that I don't want to take it, but I don't have this ability!" "

"Let me try it," Kaizi came out again at some point, staring at Su Xunian with bright eyes, "Dad, please, let me try it!" "

"You bastard!" Su Xunian raised his hand and hit Kaizi in the face, but was grabbed by Li Dazhuang, who slipped from Su Xunian's side to the kiln like a loach, took out several pottery sculptures of the zodiac, and held them up in front of Li Dazhuang.

"Uncle, look, I made it myself, can you let me try to make it, I promise to make these pots, if I don't do it well, I'll give it to you, okay?" Kaizi begged bitterly, and Su Xunian finally lowered his hand helplessly when he saw this.

Li Dazhuang looked at the boy in front of him, who was only ten years old, and couldn't help but drum in his heart, Mrs. Lin asked him to help find a kiln to make flower pots out of trust, but the scene in front of him made him a little embarrassed.