The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

At this time, Uncle Liu, who was in charge of the accounts, ran out, "I think I heard Mr. Sun's voice." He heard Mr. Sun swearing.

"Ah, Xiao Liu, are you still here?"

Uncle Liu first gave a big gift to Mr. Sun: "Old Sun, it's me, Xiao Liu. May you be blessed and live a long life."

"Huh, all your teeth are almost gone. What are you doing living for so long?"

Mo Haiyao said to Uncle Liu: "Uncle Liu, tell the kitchen to open a small stove for Mr. Sun, and then buy some altars of good daughter's red."

"Yes, I'll arrange it right away."

Mr. Sun was minding his own business and walked around the kiln factory, with everyone following behind him. Mo Haiyao walked half a step away from him.

Mr. Sun put his hands behind his back and cursed as he walked: "That bastard of your father has really screwed up this Mo family kiln. If you don't come back, there will be no Mo family anymore."

From time to time, he pointed at the house in the kiln factory and said, "This house is older than you are."

"Yes."

"Every brick and tile is your grandfather's hard work, but now it is banned. In the streets and alleys of Bianjing, no one will scold you whenever your Mo family is mentioned. It's shameful! It's shameful! "

"The reputation of the Mo family has been ruined by that beast of your father."

"This man cannot do anything immoral and will be punished. I heard that your brother is very ill. Is this true?"

"Yes."

"I have despised that child since he was a child. It's not that he is not related to your grandpa by blood, so I can't despise him. That child has been looking at you sideways since he was a child. He has evil intentions. Let's follow your beast father. He Mother is not a good thing either.”

"Yes."

Walking and stopping along the way, everyone listened silently to Mr. Sun shaking his head and scolding Mo Haiyao's father. No one except Mo Haiyao dared to talk to the old man, for fear of being scolded by innocent people.

Passing by the pulping tank, Mr. Sun went over and took a look, "It's okay. The Mo family's ceramic business has gone to waste. You people still know how to step on the mud. This porcelain clay looks reasonable, but I don't know how to make it." How about ceramics.”

Mo Haiyao said: "I will ask someone to take a piece for you to see."

Mr. Sun said: "Don't take just one piece. Take more. Go to the front yard. The young people are young and energetic and refuse to accept anyone. They say that I am old and useless. Then let me see what you are really like." If you are good at making ceramics, I will go home and retire. If you are not good at making ceramics, just wait and listen to me, a bad old man, complain about it."

According to Mr. Sun's wishes, everyone came to the front yard, where the workers kneaded the porcelain clay.

"Come on, don't stand around like that. Today I'm going to see how you knead the clay and draw the dough."

This sudden test was unexpected by everyone. The group of people who had not fired a kiln for many days started to move. Everyone began to perform their duties and found their own positions.

Looking at Mr. Sun of Mohai Kiln who was still standing, he said: "You are a young master and you have to knead the clay for me. Let me see if your skills have deteriorated. Go and knead the clay quickly. If you can't knead well, I will scold you."

"Yes."

Mr. Sun's words startled Gu Yu, who was fanning Mo Haiyao. He quickly followed Mo Haiyao to knead the mud, and almost stepped on Mo Haiyao's heels.

Looking at Guyu grabbing a piece of mud, Mo Haiyao said, "Can you knead mud?"

"will not."

"Then what do you do with porcelain clay?"

Gu Yu's round eyes turned into long ones. He said in a very small voice: "If I don't work, will he scold me too?"

Mo Haiyao held back his laughter and said, "No, you are the one who brings me tea and water. He understands in his heart. He is old, but he is not confused. Go and make a pot of tea for the old man. Don't let him heat it up." .”

"Hey! Master and servant, you knead the mud with your hands, not your mouth. What are you two whispering about? Can't you hear me, the old man bullying me? If you want to speak louder, you who are capable but not capable, You are not allowed to work as a laborer for me, so hurry up and get to work."

Guyu was so frightened that he quickly got up and went to make tea for Mr. Sun.

Guyu's tea was brewed and poured into the tea bowl, but it could not be served. Mr. Sun was walking around in the crowd, his head shaking with anger and unable to stop.

"You guys are still making pottery. You started pulling out the clay before kneading it. Who taught you this?"

Mr. Sun's words made the people who started pulling the porcelain clay immediately knead the porcelain clay together again and continue kneading.

Guyu carefully brought the tea bowl forward and said, "Mr. Sun, please have some tea."

Mr. Sun looked at the tea bowl brought to him by Guyu and said, "You kid has no eyesight at all. I'm so angry. You bring me a cup of tea. Can I drink it?"

Although Gu Yu was young, he felt humiliated by being spoken to like this, but he did not dare to speak. In this kiln, this old man even dared to scold their young master. He was nothing but a servant.

But Mr. Sun still took the tea and said, "Although the tea is not delivered at the right time, you are a child with a pure mind and a kind face, so you are suitable to serve around Haiyao."

Just because of this sentence, Gu Yu's mood improved again after he had hit rock bottom. Finally, someone said that he was suitable to serve their young master. This old man was quite discerning.

Even though work didn't officially start today, the pressure on them was huge. This old Sun didn't have time to scold everyone all afternoon. No one escaped the fate of being scolded by him. His mouth took care of everyone, including Mo Haiyao. , scolded Mo Hai Kiln without mercy. The one who was scolded the most was Mo Hai Kiln. They didn’t let everyone go to rest until dark, but they were convinced by the scolding of this group of workers. It is true that their skills are inferior to others, and their faults are also small. We are all.

It was already very late when Mo Haiyao got home. When he was lying on the bed and had just fallen asleep, Gu Yu hurried in. He shook Mo Haiyao's arm and said, "Master, Master, it's not good, at home." There’s been a thief.”

"A burglar?"

"Well, there's been a thief."

Mo Haiyao had no choice but to sit up. He was not worried that his arm would be pulled off by Gu Yu, but he was worried that if he didn't respond again, Gu Yu would burst into tears.

He said in his characteristic voice: "Did you lose something?"

"Medicine, the medicine is lost."

"What medicine?"

"The medicine you made for Mo Haitao."

"Oh." Mo Haiyao lay down directly on the bed, closed his eyes, and muttered: "Just throw it away. There is no need to eat it after you throw it away."

Gu Yu continued to shake his arm, "It's not a question of eating or not, it's a thief, a thief, young master, a thief stole our things."

Mo Haiyao sat up again, "Besides the medicine, what else was thrown away?"

"Only the medicine is missing, everything else is there, I checked."

"It doesn't matter if you haven't lost anything else, go and rest." Mo Haiyao lay down again.

Gu Yu continued to shake his arm, "Master, get up quickly, there is something weird here."