Mu Chen returned home, put down the bamboo shoots, and sat on a stone.

After resting for a while, Mu Chen started this morning's work, fifty catties of bamboo shoots Mu Chen made bamboo shoots, and there was no place to put them.

Mu Chen took a needle and threaded it, put on the bamboo shoots one by one, and hung them on the small tree behind the thatched house.

Mu Chen looked at it, and finally decided not to make dried bamboo shoots for the time being, and to go to the town tomorrow to buy some porcelain jars and make bamboo shoots.

When Mu Jun came back from the sunset, he was attracted by the bamboo shoots in the room.

"Sister, what are you going to do?"

Mu Jun looked at the bamboo shoots on the mat outside, is this to make it rot?

"I'm going to make dried bamboo shoots, and you're back so early today."

Mu Chen didn't look at the sky outside, but he was happy to see that Mu Jun had come back early.

"Sister, it's already getting dark outside."

Mu Jun looked at Mu Chen and found that Mu Chen didn't seem to have any idea of the sky outside.

"Oh, oh my god, I haven't cooked yet."

Mu Chen's overreaction made Mu Jun startled.

"Sister, you scared me."

Mu Jun patted his chest and made an exaggerated expression.

"I won't scare you."

Mu Chen went to cook, but Mu Jun was leisurely, took a branch and wrote something on the ground outside.

"Chen girl, I brought you today's bamboo shoots."

Aunt Hua carried a basket on her back, and a lot of bamboo shoots were placed in the basket.

"Thank you, Aunt Hua."

Mu Chen was still stir-frying vegetables in his hands, unhurried.

"And some more, you wait, I'll bring them to you."

Aunt Hua has collected a lot of bamboo shoots today.

"Jun'er, send Aunt Hua, I'm stir-frying, so I don't have time to send Aunt Hua."

Mu Jun was reviewing the words taught by Lin Fuzi today, and when he heard his sister say this, he dropped the branch and sent Aunt Hua out of the path.

When Aunt Hua came for the second time, Mu Chen had already prepared the meal, and Mu Jun was holding the rice bowl in his hand, ready to eat.

"Aunt Hua, how many bamboo shoots did you collect today?"

Mu Chen saw that Aunt Hua had come back and forth twice, and it seemed that she had gained a good harvest.

"Three hundred catties, I'll send you one hundred and fifty hundred catties."

Aunt Hua poured the bamboo shoots in the yard and left with the basket on her back.

"Jun'er, where is the porcelain kiln nearby?"

Mu Chen thought about the porcelain altar, if there is a ready-made one, it is good to buy a ready-made one.

"Sister, Uncle Zhuang in the west of the village is a porcelain kiln, you can talk to Uncle Zhuang tomorrow."

Mu Jun swallowed the food in his mouth, freed his mouth, and paused.

"That's good, study hard tomorrow, and my sister will go buy porcelain altars."

Mu Chen hooked his head and continued to eat.

……

"Chen girl, I finally carried all the bamboo shoots."

After carrying the bamboo shoots, Aunt Hua found a stone in front of the thatched hut and rested.

"Aunt Hua, your salary today is ten coppers."

Mu Chen gave the salary to Aunt Hua first, and as for the money for collecting bamboo shoots, Mu Chen would only give it when the guy who returned to the guest house came to pull it.

"Chen girl, Aunt Hua will count on you to raise it in the future."

Aunt Hua made fun of Mu Chen.

Mu Chen was naturally not to be outdone, and sneered at each other, "Aunt Hua, if I raise you, you have to let Da Zhuang raise me." ”

Aunt Hua is like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, and she is directly fried.

"Chen girl, I won't tell you, I'll go first."

With a basket on her back, Aunt Hua walked quickly, and fled in the wilderness.

"Sister, Aunt Hua was angry with you and left."

Mu Jun giggled, and Mu Chen walked over and pinched Mu Jun's face.

This time, Mu Jun also exploded.

"Sister, don't pinch my face, Brother Da Zhuang will laugh at me when he sees it."

Mu Jun moved Mu Dazhuang out, thinking that he could stop Mu Chen's poisonous hands, but he didn't know that because of this sentence, Mu Chen was even more ruthless.

"It's okay, anyway, Da Zhuang is not here, you can rest assured."

Mu Chen made a ruthless move and pinched Mu Jun's face, and Mu Jun immediately broke free.

"Sister, men and women don't kiss."

Mu Jun kept a straight face, thinking that Mu Chen was frightened by himself.

"It's okay, you're my brother."

Mu Chen doesn't care, what is this! We are brothers and sisters.

Early the next morning, after Mu Jun left, Mu Chen and Wang Xuan settled the account and went to the west of the village.

At this time, Uncle Zhuang, who opened the porcelain kiln, was very busy, still holding the porcelain embryo in his hand, and was spinning.

Mu Chen watched from the side for a while.

"Girl Chen, what is the matter with you coming to me?"

Uncle Zhuang finished the work in his hand, and then looked at Mu Chen.

"Uncle Zhuang, I'll come over to see if you have a ready-made porcelain altar at home?"

Mu Chen looked at the pile of semi-finished porcelain beside him, but he didn't see a porcelain altar.

"Yes, in the house, I'll show you there."

Uncle Zhuang led the way in front, and Mu Chen followed.

The two walked in front of a door, and as soon as Uncle Zhuang pulled the door, the door opened, and the sunlight penetrated into the room, and Mu Chen saw large and small porcelain altars lined up on a wall.

"Uncle Zhuang, how much copper is the largest porcelain altar?"

The largest porcelain altar that Mu Chen asked was a porcelain altar that looked like it could hold fifty catties in modern times.

"This kind of porcelain altar has fifty coppers, Chen girl, how many do you want?"

Uncle Zhuang looked at Mu Chen, looking forward to Mu Chen's answer.

"Uncle Zhuang, I want ten, can you send me a porcelain altar to my house."

Mu Chen looked at the porcelain altar, he must not be able to pick it up.

"Okay!"

Uncle Zhuang replied yes, and Mu Chen took out half a tael of silver and settled the account with Uncle Zhuang.

"Chen girl, I have to wait for my son to come back at noon before I can send it to you, you just wait!"

Uncle Zhuang's son is called Mu Jin in the village, everyone calls him Xiao Jin, if you don't pay attention to it, you will be called Cheng Mu Jun.

"Then thank you Uncle Zhuang, I now live in a thatched hut at the east end of the village, just send it over, I will wait."

After explaining, Mu Chen went home, cut yesterday's bamboo shoots into slices, and waited for the porcelain altar to come at noon to start loading the altar.

The sun was the loudest at noon, and Mu Chen was waiting for Uncle Zhuang's arrival in the thatched hut without a door.

"Is the girl there?"

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived, Uncle Zhuang came.

"Here, Uncle Zhuang, pile all the porcelain altars in the courtyard."

When Mu Chen went out, he saw Uncle Zhuang and a young man on the road guarding the porcelain altar on the ox cart.

"Chen girl, I'm Brother Jin, do you remember me?"

When the young man saw Mu Chen, he greeted him, but Mu Chen was helpless.

"Brother Jin, you and Uncle Zhuang just bring the porcelain altar over, the cows can't come here."

Mu Chen reminded cautiously.

"I know, Chen girl, if the porcelain altar is broken in our hands, it won't be counted on your head."

As Mu Jin spoke, the movements in his hands did not stop, and he quickly unloaded all the porcelain altars that could be unloaded from the ox cart.

Then the porcelain altars were lifted to the corners of the thatched houses.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhuang."