The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Wan Lengxing nodded: "Old housekeeper, how did you go about the things I gave you before?"

The old housekeeper said: "Go back to the Marquis. They have almost taught you. Do you need to ask them to come over and let the Marquis take a look?"

Wan Lengxing waved his hand and said, "No, I can rest assured that the old housekeeper will do his job."

The old housekeeper said: "I need to bother Mr. Hou to take a look at this."

Wan Lianxing looked at it and said, "Cross this out. It's too sad. The Queen Mother doesn't like it."

The old butler nodded to indicate that he had taken note of it.

……

Mo Hai Kiln, who came out from Song Sihai, did not return to the Mo family. He went directly to the Mo family kiln factory. This is also the place he has frequented since he was a child. Everything here is the hard work of his grandfather, but now it is He has gained a reputation that makes people yell at him.

The kiln factory is no longer the kiln factory it was yesterday. Almost no one here knows Mo Haiyao, and very few people here know Mo Haiyao.

There were many people in the kiln factory, but they were all sitting or squatting on the wall talking and chatting. Since there was no work, they could only sit idle. When they saw Mo Hai Yao Shen and Feng Gou coming, everyone stood up nervously.

What they were afraid of was not Mo Hai Tao, but Feng Gou. In the past two years, Feng Gou had done countless immoral things with Mo Hai Tao.

Mo Haiyao glanced around with his eyes. Some of these people were carrying luggage and preparing to leave. Because there is no work here, they are not paid every day. They don't earn much in the first place. If this continues, it will be difficult to support the family. .

If these craftsmen are squeezed, the end result will be that those who are really good at their craftsmanship will find another job, and the remaining ones will be people with mediocre craftsmanship, just hanging around or just eating and drinking.

Mo Haiyao didn't talk to anyone. What he could see were the rows of inferior ceramics piled up everywhere in the kiln. There were messy plates, pots, and everything. Mo Haiyao picked up a bottle and looked at the bottom. It also has the imprint of their Mo family on it, which really insults their Mo family's century-old reputation.

Mo Haiyao said to Feng Gou: "Let people destroy all these porcelains."

The people here haven't figured out the identity of Mo Hai Kiln yet. So many ceramics are destroyed as soon as they are told to be destroyed, so they have to ask Mr. Mo what he means.

At this time, a steward appeared out of nowhere and offered Feng Gou a cigarette. Feng Gou winked at him, but the steward couldn't understand. He casually put a box of cigarettes in his pocket. He gave the unopened cigarette plug to Feng Gou and said in a low voice: "I remember that Brother Gou only smokes this kind of cigarette, so I always carry a box for you."

Feng Gou put the cigarette into the steward's hand, blew his beard and said with a glare: "When did I smoke your cigarette? Don't lie."

The manager noticed that this person was a bit abnormal. He used to offer some benefits to Mo Haitao to trick them.

The manager had no choice but to put away his cigarette and asked Feng Gou: "Brother Gou, who is this person? Why did he come here to criticize us?"

Feng Gou said: "This is Mo Hai Kiln, the eldest son of our Mo family. From now on, everyone in the Mo family will listen to the eldest son, and this kiln is no exception."

The man scratched his head and said, "Isn't the eldest young master of the Mo family already dead?"

Feng Gou said: "Don't ask any more questions. Just do whatever I ask you to do. Everyone, hurry up and smash all the porcelain."

Mo Haiyao said: "I remember if this kiln fired a batch of medicine bottles."

The manager said: "Yes, yes, thousands of them were fired and placed in the warehouse."

Mo Haiyao said, "Take me to see it."

To Mo Hai Kiln's imagination, the low-quality ceramics stocked in this kiln were not limited to the ones he just saw. They were all piled up in the warehouse, but none of them caught his eye.

"Young Master, this is our newly made medicine bottle. The Second Young Master said that this will be of great use, so he asked us to make some more, but none of them have been released from the warehouse so far."

Mo Haiyao picked up a medicine bottle and said, "It's done pretty well."

Feng Gou flattered him and said, "It's the young master's paintings that are good."

Mo Haiyao said to Feng Gou: "Don't waste such good things. Take all these medicine bottles back."

Feng Gou thought he heard wrongly, "Master, is this of any use?"

Mo Haiyao said: "The second young master is seriously ill, won't this medicine bottle come in handy? He will need to take a lot of medicine in the future."

Feng Gou's spine was chilled by Mo Hai Tao's words. He clearly remembered that he was not willing to give Mo Hai Tao a single pill this morning.

At this time, Feng Gou had no choice but to obey and ask others to transport these medicine bottles out.

Mo Haiyao added: "Order people to destroy all these useless ceramics."

The manager said: "Isn't it a pity? This can still be sold for money."

Mo Haiyao said: "My family's imprint cannot be put on such ceramics and destroyed."

Soon the kiln was filled with the sound of plates and bowls being thrown.

The steward asked Feng Gou in a low voice: "Brother Gou, if you do this, won't Master Mo make things difficult for us when he comes?"

Feng Gou said in a low voice: "If you have anything to do in the future, please leave Brother Gou alone. You should ask the eldest young master for instructions on everything."

The manager said: "Can his words be more effective than the master's?"

Feng Gou said: "Master must listen to him."

When the manager heard this, their life in the future was not going to be better. The people of the Mo family were more useless than the others. If there was such a black-faced young master, who just smashed things when he opened the door, then they would have no hope here. .

He mustered up the courage to step forward and shouted to Mo Haiyao: "Young Master."

Mo Haiyao put down the medicine bottle in his hand and looked back at the manager who had something to say.

He looked at the steward and said, "Young master, we haven't started working for a few days. If we don't start working, we won't be able to survive."

Mo Haiyao smiled and said: "Your skills are too poor, and the ceramics you make are too inferior. I will find a few good people to come here to teach you. The premise is that if you want to make pottery, stay, and if you don't want to make pottery, just stay." Hurry up and pack your things and leave.”

After listening to Mo Haiyao's words, the manager was even more certain that Mo Haiyao was the least valuable member of the Mo family, so he began to drive people away without paying him.

The manager said, "It's not that we're staying here and not leaving, but that your Mo family still owes me wages?"

Mo Haiyao had never heard of this. He glanced at Feng Gou and said, "Is this happening?"

Feng Gou said bravely: "Yes... there is such a thing."

There were many people moving things back and forth in the warehouse. As Mo Haiyao walked out, he asked Feng Gou: "Why don't you pay them?"

Feng Gou hesitated and put all the blame on Mo Haitao: "It's the second young master who refuses to pay everyone. He wants to use these workers in vain. He also said that as long as they are not paid for a long time, these people will not be able to part with them." If he leaves, he will have to work for the Mo family all the time, and he will have to lead these people by the nose."