Chapter 35: Then can I order it?

It’s just at noon, the countrymen generally have no conditions for lunch, the market is still lively, and when the oxcart leaves the town, it happens to meet the other two cows. The car was filled with the villagers who were going to go back. Naturally, there were people in Lingjia Village. When they saw the parcels of their big bags and small bags, the women couldn’t help but point at them. The happy atmosphere of the people was instantly destroyed. Clean, the only laughter is probably only Ling Jingxuan, but whether his smile is from the heart, it is to be discussed.

Han Da Ge, is there a shop for burning kiln at the Miankoukou market?

As soon as he reached the junction of several villages, Ling Jingxuan suddenly asked, he remembered seeing it when he passed there in the morning.
"Yeah, the pots and tiles made by Lao Wang’s home are all good. Do you want to buy cans or bricks?"
They also know on the way that Ling Jingxuan recently sold some money by catching fish. Han Fei wondered if he might want to buy tiles to renovate the house.
"Buy some jars, and trouble Zhao Da Ge will stop at the shop before."
Ling Jingxuan didn't see his meaning, but he didn't say much. He didn't worry about building a house. The only thing he has to do now is to make money. Only when he earns enough money, his little buns are not good. I will oppose him to build a brick and tile building. He does not want to continue to live in that thatched cottage. Other than that, the winter here is not like the twentieth century. Because of environmental pollution, the whole world is generally warm winter. The real winter is cold. The dead, before that, he must first cover the house.
"Brother, are you still buying a jar? Is the jam really sold?"
Ling Jingpeng heard it and finally remembered the jam.
"Well, the other party has also ordered the goods, and Minger is going to pick it up. It is always right to buy more jars."
After all, Zhao Hanfu is an outsider. Ling Jingxuan does not want to say more. People are selfish. One or two silver cans of jam. Who can guarantee that they will not lick the knife behind him?
After all, Ling Jingxuan still doesn't quite believe in human nature. Just as he was dying, the man who loved him repeatedly invited him to leave, and he refused.
"Yes, if you can sell it, then I will leave it for you and go back at night."
Ling Jingpeng did not think much, nodded and made a decision.
In a short time, the oxcart stopped in front of a simple shop with a variety of burning products on the ground. It was said that it was a shop. It was actually an enlarged version of the stall, the earthen jars in front of it, and a shed behind it. At the time of the season, the boss’s business did not seem to be good. There was no one in the shop. It was unavoidable that the goods on the car were taken care of by people. This time, Zhao Hanfu did not get off with them, but the iron baby hurriedly jumped with the two buns. Come down.
"This is not Peng Geer, I want to buy something now?"
Seeing Ling Jingpeng, a 30-year-old Dahan warmly greeted him. He was the old king in Han Fei’s mouth, because Ling Jingpeng came here with Ling Chenglong to buy a lot of cans yesterday. He still remembers him.
"Wang Ge, this is my big brother Ling Jingxuan, we still want to buy some jars."
Ling Jingpeng is not a very natural red face, scratching his head and saying.
"Your big brother... That's not... Sorry, sorry, yell at me, this big mouth, Lingda son wants to order a jar?"
Lao Wang is not a member of Lingjia Village, but he has also heard about Ling Jingxuan. Although the conditional reflex has said that he should not say it, his eyes are not as disdainful as the villagers of Lingjia Village, just like looking down on the ants. Ling Jingxuan did not put his unintentional loss on his heart, raised his smile and said: "I bought a salt jar-sized clay pot yesterday. I want a hundred. I don't know if Wang Ge can be in stock here?"
"a hundred?!"
The two exclamations sounded almost simultaneously, from Ling Jingpeng and Lao Wang, both of which were unbelievable.
"Well, one hundred."
Looking at their near-sleeved sight, Ling Jingxuan nodded cautiously.
"Brother, you want so much..."
"I know what you want to ask, and go back and say."
Raising his hand to interrupt Ling Jingpeng’s doubts, Ling Jingxuan threw him a soothing look, and Ling Wen, who was next to them, also tacitly pulled his clothes. He was young, and he didn’t have so many bends in his heart. But at least he knows that the money is not revealed, and the things that their family wants to make big money must not let others know.
"Ok."
Look at the big brother and then look down at the big sister, Ling Jingpeng resolutely retreat to the side, he believes that the older brother, more believe in the big sister, if there is no absolute grasp, even if the big brother is willing, the big nephew will never stand by.
"Wang brother, is there a spot?"
Upon seeing it, Ling Jingxuan once again asked, the sight could not help but sweep the jars on the ground, the jar is very ordinary, one hundred should be there?
"Yes, yes, just out of the kiln today, but it is a little bigger than what you bought yesterday. This is the case, can you see it?"
After returning to God, the old king said that he bent down and picked up a can of a large bowl. Ling Jingxuan took the can and looked at it again and nodded. "Well, this is the case, can Wang Ge help me to send it to my home?" ?"
In the afternoon, he still went to the mountain to pick wild fruits, lick jam, and help Ling Jinghan lick the medicine. He really didn't have time to move the jar.
"No problem, I will send you in person later."
Pharaoh is also a refreshing person. He didn't even think about it, and Ling Jingxuan suddenly said: "Is there a jar with a slender mouth?"
"There is no more, presumably you should also know that the kind of cans are not good, the price is expensive, the average person will not buy at all. Yesterday, the twenty of them were still burned last year. At that time, I went to the county to do things. I heard that. The rich people used to insert flowers, and it was quite interesting to do something."
Shaking his head, Pharaoh's helpless sigh, the ordinary jar is a few dollars, the one that wants twenty texts, or he sells at a loss, this country, who will be willing to spend twenty dollars to buy a good Used jar?
"Well... then I can order it? But I want to order a bigger one. One can hold ten pounds of wine, all burned into white, and I will engrave a dark linger on the big belly. It’s better to engrave the four words of Lingjia Winery. If you can match the cork with the fit, can you make it?

A little indulging for a moment, Ling Jingxuan asked the chin thoughtfully. When he went to the grocery store today, he also inquired about the condition of the wine. He learned that there is no wine in the Qing Dynasty, at least not universal, so he wants to make more wine. As for the special cooking bottle, the so-called brand effect, he does not do it, if he does, then it must be unique, so that everyone who has been drunk will never forget, remember his Ling’s signboard, To lay a solid foundation for mass sales in the future.