The next day, Gongsun Hu was driven to the earthen kiln and began to work as a coolie. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info And I learned how to make clay embryos by hand.

An Dahai saw Gongsun Hu who was there with mud embryos and other materials, and he was extremely contemptuous, and he went against Lao Tzu, and you could bear the foreign sin. Just pretend to be small, pretend that your body doesn't hurt, okay, there are two hits.

"Except for the first day of study, after that, I will pinch a hundred sea bowls a day. If you can't do it, you will drink soup when others eat. This arrangement is equivalent to An Dahai sprinkling a handful of salt on Gongsun Hu's wounds.

Not to mention pinching 100 sea bowls a day, even a skilled worker pinching 30 a day is considered the limit. Every step has to be learned, at the beginning of making mud embryos to form sea bowls, either crooked or deflated, all over the body is muddy, for which I have been scolded a lot.

On the first day, Gongsun Hu crawled on the ground, squeezed the reconciled mud embryo carefully, kneaded it, and filled the .......

"Stupid, the new No. 8, he didn't even make a sea bowl a day! He was not allowed to eat today, only gave him a bowl of soup to drink! The overseer said.

It wasn't until the sun set that Gongsun Hu made a barely qualified clay embryo sea bowl. With the first success, he gradually became more and more ripe, and on the second day he pinched out ten qualified sea bowls, on the third day he made thirty sea bowls, and on the fourth day he made thirty-six sea bowls. ......

Since then, Gongsun Hu has sat in the clay kiln with these many slaves and started making all kinds of clay embryo supplies. It is used for firing ceramics on the kiln, including vases, pots, bowls, bowls, plates, plates, figures, flowers, birds, fish and insects and other .......

In the daily cultivation of seat absorption and mind reading, Gongsun Hu's speed and accuracy have been improved to the extreme. From the beginning of the delay, to the later many slaves who could not complete the task, he will also quietly help them share some of the tasks, after all, they are ordinary people and they are different from himself.

Later, because of the writing and painting on these sea mud embryos, Gongsun Hu had a very high talent, so after the supervisor reported to An Dapeng, he was given a cultural course that allowed him to study with the gentleman of Jiulong Villa for an hour every day.

This hour is the happiest and most attentive time for Gongsun Hu, he can always draw inferences from one another, which makes the gentleman who taught him extremely appreciated.

"This kid is the best student I've ever taught in all these years, he's so talented. If he was born in a good family, how could he be so pitiful, he could only learn for an hour a day, it was too short, alas!" When the gentleman saw him, he was full of relief, and at the same time sighed for his life experience.

In fact, he didn't know that the origin of this No. 8 was not a very bad family. However, the 8th learns more knowledge than those students who study for eight hours in the school, and his comprehension is higher and stronger.

Time flies, and in a flash, six full years have passed.

Yang Zimo has grown into a big girl, even if she wears extremely simple servant clothes, she still can't hide her youthful beauty.

When Gongsun Hu came back from the kiln to eat, he usually came to see her, and when he saw her, the fatigue of the day suddenly dissipated a lot.

Every day, just looking at her is the happiest and most satisfying moment for him.

Occasionally, Yang Zimo would secretly leave some delicious stuff for Gongsun Hu. Gongsun Hu is not polite, and those who come do not refuse.

On this day, Yang Zimo cleaned up the leftover meals eaten by the guests, packed them as usual, and brought them out to Gongsun Hu to eat.

As soon as she walked out of the dining room and came to the corridor, she saw Gongsun Hu and a group of slaves walking over indifferently, and Yang Zimo smiled at Gongsun Hu as usual.

Beckoning him over, Gongsun Hu was very useful, and the fatigue of the day was still unwilling to be dissatisfied, and at this time, it was all in vain.

Yang Zimo saw that there was no one left and right, so he stuffed two chicken legs to Gongsun Hu.

"Eat it hot! it doesn't taste good when it's cold, and I made it for you myself." ”

"Hey, hey, uh-huh!" Gongsun Hu glanced at Yang Zimo affectionately, took it and took a bite of "ahh

"It's delicious, it's so fragrant. Will you eat this?" Gongsun Hu said as he ate, handing her the other.

"No, I don't like to eat these, as the saying goes, it's better to eat than to drink soup, and it's better to smell the soup than to smell it, I've smelled enough of it, where can I eat, and I'm very happy to see you eat well." Yang Zimo said.

"Then you're welcome. Gongsun Hu said with a smile.

In the blink of an eye, the two chicken legs were wiped out, and even the chicken leg bones were bitten and swallowed most of them.

The two of them stared at each other like this, and their hearts were sharp.

In fact, as long as you can look at each other quietly like this every day, it is also a very happy thing, but most of the time you can't see each other, and you can occasionally pass by.

can talk together, Yang Zimo brings him something to eat, and there are only once or twice a year, and it can't be discovered by anyone.

That smile was innocent and beautiful, and it was suddenly captured by the owner's son.

"Beauty, there are such stunning beauties in my village!" An Tianji flashed his leopard eyes and had the same appearance as his father. But he has a different ethics than his father.

"You can't say anything cheap, that kid, I'm the master here, and the moon is the first to get near the water, and she's mine. An Tianji thought to himself and walked over with a smile.

He was nineteen years old, and he was very white-looking, although he was not very sunny and handsome, but he was also young. A playboy, seeing a beautiful girl, it can be said that he likes one when he sees one, especially a maid like Yang Zimo, in his eyes, there is no difficulty in chasing.

"No. 8, who told you to be lazy here?" An Tianji suddenly came out and roared, scaring the two of them back.

"I said little master, it's time to rest, can't I talk to Sister Zimo?" Gongsun Hu looked at the son of the owner of the village.

"Oh, then, marry your sister to me as a concubine! An Tianji said unashamedly.

"What?" Gongsun Hu had the urge to beat people.

"No!" they both said in unison.

"Yo ho, don't forget, you are all slaves of our family, your lives are in my hands, I let you live, you will live, let you die, you will die, not to mention that Young Master Ben is happy today, he has fallen in love with Miss Zimo, that is your blessing, don't be ashamed!" An Tianji seemed to have heard an incredible joke.

"I'm sorry, little master, I don't agree, Zimo is not worthy of you, young master! I have no intention of climbing your high branches!" Yang Zimo said with a stiff face.

"Whether you are worthy or not, it is up to me to decide, and you will follow me to enjoy happiness in the future. Isn't it a hundred times stronger than you being this little girl?" An Tianji said unashamedly.

An Tianji said and approached Zimo, and was just about to pull Yang Zimo's hand, but Gongsun Hu pulled Yang Zimo behind him.

"Little master, my family Zimo is not suitable for you, please don't embarrass him. Gongsun Hu stopped in front of An Tianji and said masculinely, but he was still very modest.

Now he has thick sword eyebrows, eyes like cold stars, a straight nose and a square mouth, and a face like a knife, with sharp edges and corners.

The body is strong and tall, and his skin is tanned by the sun, and every inch is the embodiment of strength, although he rarely laughs, but his cold appearance makes people dare not despise him.

"Number 8, don't think you're sorry that you can draw braille and draw broken pictures among slaves, I tell you, you're not qualified to talk to me like that. An Tianji looked at Gongsun Hu with disdain and said.

"An Tianji, I warn you, don't give me the idea of hitting Zimo, otherwise, even at the cost of my life, I will not hesitate to do it again. Gongsun Hu's cold eyes made An Tianji's heart cold.

Especially the word by word warning, it seems that there is a knife hidden in each word, which is hanging on his neck one by one, suppressing him.

"It's just a little slave, how dare he threaten me?" An Tianji was a little angry with himself.

"Good boy, you dare to threaten me! Reverse the heavens! Someone! Teach him a good lesson, and see how he talks to his master. An Tianji could not tolerate his dignity being challenged.