The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Mo Haiyao said: "Isn't his ceramic shop closed? Where does he plan to sell the burned ashtrays?"

Feng Gou said: "Putting it in Song Cigarette Shop, the second young master has already thought about it."

Mo Haiyao said casually: "Is this Song name a business deal of his uncle Song Sihai?"

Feng Gou said: "More than that, part of this is Mo Haitao's business."

Mo Haiyao said disdainfully: "They are half-hearted. How can these two people develop cigarettes? I heard that cigarettes are selling well."

Feng Gou said: "I heard that there were other people involved, but they really don't have this ability."

"Oh?"

Obviously Mo Haiyao didn't believe it.

Feng Gou looked like he was begging for mercy and he knew everything he wanted to say.

"Master, I knew this and came here to inform you. I don't know anything else."

Mo Haiyao took out a money bag from his pocket and threw it to Feng Gou. Then he picked up the book at hand and opened it again. He said calmly: "Go back, don't come here again."

Feng Gou was confused. He had always been confused about what Mo Haiyao was thinking about every day, but he knew that this person was very difficult to fool.

"Why, Master?"

Mo Haiyao chuckled and said with a particularly cold look in his eyes. He said unceremoniously: "You know too little. You don't know as much as I do."

"Master, I..."

Mo Haiyao said: "Needless to say, you are really not as good as in the past."

Feng Gou said: "I don't know much, and I dare not tell you anything inaccurate. It is that Song Sihai knew a mountain doctor who called himself a master. I heard that he made those cigarettes."

"Oh?"

"Master, I've never seen this guy before, but I heard he's quite capable."

Mo Haiyao said: "I know, you can go back." No matter how many things Feng Gou said, he had to pull the knife slowly.

"Master, you can't let me come here in vain, otherwise I won't be a good person when I go back. Mo Haitao asked me to hold you hostage for several days, but I was prevaricated to go back."

Mo Haiyao sneered in his heart, with his bad appearance, could he prevaricate Mo Haitao?

"What does he want?"

"He wants to know what other good things you have developed."

Mo Haiyao took out the two drawings from the bottom of the book without hesitation and handed them to Feng Gou.

"Master, what is it about such a beautiful painting?"

"A bottle of medicine."

"Oh."

Feng Gou looked at it carefully for a long time, because Mo Haitao's manuscript was so well drawn, "Young master, such an exquisite medicine bottle must be very valuable to make."

Mo Haiyao smiled and nodded.

"Then this thing will sell better than an ashtray, right?"

Mo Haiyao smiled and nodded again.

Feng Gou added: "No wonder, young master, you are reading a medical book."

Mo Haiyao said: "I have been ill for a long time, so I like to read medical books. My inspiration also comes from medical books. People who are sick can use them. You can take my manuscript and go back to submit it. Sooner or later, the father and son of the Mo family will send it." Useful."

Feng Gou said cheerfully: "Master, I'm going back then."

"Ah."

As soon as Feng Gou left, Gu Yu ran in, looking like he was raising an army to accuse him.

"Master, why did you give him money and give him so much money?"

Mo Haiyao said: "I didn't give him any money."

Guyu was very annoyed: "Isn't the money bag in his hand yours? I saw it. He was counting it as he walked, and you still lied to me."

Mo Haiyao had no choice but to admit: "Okay, I gave you the money."

Then Mo Haiyao picked up the medical book in his hand and read it nonchalantly.

Gu Yu immediately saw something was wrong, "Where's the little bottle you drew?"

Mo Haiyao said: "I put it away."

"Where did you collect it?"

"..."

This kid doesn't dare to say whether he can do anything else, but he is a good housekeeper. He doesn't let go of anything big or small inside and outside of Mo Haiyao. He needs to know a little bit about it.

Guyu and Mo Hai said angrily, "You gave everything to Feng Gou. Feng Gou gave you ecstasy."

After saying that, Gu Yu ran out.

Mo Haiyao thought about getting up, carrying the books on the table, and walked out.

Guyu was sitting alone in the middle of the yard, with a big sun above his head, his face facing the door, his back facing the door, his hands still holding his knees, looking like he was angry.

Mo Haiyao saw that Gu Yu deliberately chose the most eye-catching and hottest position. He came out and saw it. If he didn't come out and couldn't see it, wouldn't it be that he had been devastated here in vain.

There was another thing that Mo Haiyao couldn't figure out. It was the things he did that made Gu Yu unhappy. Why did Gu Yu torture himself? Is this to challenge his ambition? Is this how he can compromise?

Mo Haiyao had no choice but to leave and stood next to Gu Yu and said, "Isn't it hot sitting here?"

"It's not hot." Hearing this voice made me shed tears.

"When I go out, will you follow me?"

Guyu leaned her head, buried her face in her knees, and said with a cry, "Where are you going?"

"Go to the ceramics factory."

Guyu stood up and patted the dust on his butt, meaning to go along with him.

Mo Haiyao knew very well that whenever he went out, Guyu would definitely follow him.

Guyu had something to hold in his heart and felt uncomfortable. After he locked the door of their house, before he followed Mo Haiyao ten meters away, he spoke hastily: "Then give all the drawings of your little bottle to others." What are you doing at the kiln factory?"

Mo Haiyao said: "We don't need much of that bottle, and we don't sell that thing. Let's go, don't think about Feng Gou."

Whatever the master says is what he says. Guyu never dares to interfere too much with Mo Haiyao's affairs. He just asks. If he doesn't ask anything, he will feel uncomfortable if he is stuck in his heart every day.

When Mo Hai went to the kiln, Cheng Feng happened to be there at the kiln.

Cheng Feng was looking for him, and he was looking for Cheng Feng.

Cheng Feng smiled and said, "Brother Mo, I have something else to ask of you."

Mo Haiyao said: "Fire ashtrays?"

Cheng Feng laughed when he heard this, "How come you know everything?"

Mo Haiyao also smiled, "That's all you can ask of me, wait until it's together with the two sets of porcelain you want."

"Not urgent."

Mo Haiyao said, "I have something to tell you. Let's go sit over there."

There was a table over there, but no one was there.

Mo Haiyao said to Guyu who was standing aside: "Go get some water."

"Oh." Then he turned and left.

Cheng Feng looked at the dumb Guyu and asked Mo Haiyao: "What's wrong with Guyu?"

Mo Haiyao smiled and said, "I'm having a temper."

Cheng Feng said: "He seems to have lost his energy recently."

Mo Haiyao said: "I have been having trouble with myself recently."

"Oh." Cheng Feng said nothing more. It must be normal for Guyu to have unstable temperament at such a young age. Since Mo Haiyao didn't think it was a big deal, he didn't say much.