The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Cheng Feng said, "I just came back too, and I didn't see anyone. They said they had a quick meal and left. They came mainly to get the spinning wheel."

Shang Xi asked, "How was your work today?"

Cheng Feng said, "There are wastelands everywhere. Let's open up more land as my uncle suggested. First, we need to be self-sufficient in Fengying. What do you think?"

"Don't mention it. That kiln is not that easy to fire. Colored glaze is even harder to fire, and glass is even harder. My uncle asked Boss Qian to watch over the firing of colored glaze every day. How could I have that ability?" Shang Xi looked listless.

"What's the problem?"

Shang Xi said: "We underestimated the furnace for firing porcelain. Firing ceramics requires high temperatures, and so does firing colored glaze. This furnace is almost stumping me. If it weren't for my pressure, Boss Qian would have organized people to build a factory. Without a furnace that can fire colored glaze, what's the point of building a factory?"

Cheng Feng said: "Is this furnace for firing colored glaze so difficult to build? I remember that the Qianjia Kiln in Bianjing was the one you drew."

Shang Xi said: "I drew the blueprint, but don't forget that the furnace was built by Mo Haiyao himself. The blueprint was revised and revised again and again. It looks simple, but there is a lot of mystery inside. If it is an ordinary porcelain furnace, I can also build it, but porcelain and glass are not the same thing."

Cheng Feng asked, "How about hiring some knowledgeable people?"

Shang Xi said, "Yes, the furnace we built can be used to burn some porcelain jars and pots, but forget about burning colored glaze and glass. Glass can only be forged at a higher temperature. There is no suitable furnace at present, so forget about burning anything. My uncle is too ambitious. He said that he wanted me to burn colored glaze, but he actually wanted to burn glass. He seems to be talking and laughing and not in a hurry, but he is actually impatient. With him supporting me from behind and Boss Qian urging me, I can hardly breathe."

Cheng Feng said, "Write to Mo Haiyao and ask him for a blueprint of the furnace. He comes from a family of ceramics and is very knowledgeable."

Shang Xi said, "You and Boss Qian have the same idea. He has already written the letter and sent it out. He is just waiting for a reply. However, it is hard to say whether Mo Hai Kiln can build a furnace with a higher temperature."

Cheng Feng said: "Then just wait, Mo Haiyao will definitely be able to help."

Shang Xi said: "You know, I am an amateur in firing porcelain. If you ask me to fire glass, I still don't have the confidence. After all, I have never fired it myself. I only know that quartz can be used to fire glass."

Cheng Feng hugged Shang Xi and said, "Let me put it this way. Even if I give you a furnace, you may not be unable to make glass."

Shang Xi nodded, "I said that quartz can be made into glass, but I didn't make a big promise that I can make glass with quartz. Give me some time, I can make colored glaze, but glass is not that simple. I don't know why my uncle and Boss Qian insist that I can make glass. I know my own weight. Even if I can make glass, it will not be done overnight. Boss Qian and I are both half-baked. Do you think this glass can be made quickly?"

Cheng Feng said: "In this case, why are you bothering to make glass?"

Shang Xi said, "Your uncle, is he an ordinary person? He has to make me study glass all the time. Boss Qian is obsessed with glass. He studies this thing with me every day. I am lazy and can't steal it. Just like the braised duck feet in the city, every time I pass by the stall, I can't eat it. I am kind-hearted."

Cheng Feng laughed after hearing this, "It's just braised duck feet, I'll take you to eat it tomorrow."

When Shang Xi heard that Cheng Feng could take her to the street to eat delicious food, she stretched out her hand and gave Cheng Feng's waist to Baozhu, "It's settled then, you have to take me to the street to eat duck feet tomorrow."

Cheng Feng held Shang Xi's hand tightly and said, "I'll take you to the street early tomorrow morning, but I have to write a letter to Mo Haiyao now."

"What are you writing?"

Cheng Feng said: "I'll ask him to come here in person, cook the stuff and teach everyone, so you don't have to study it blindly with Boss Qian."

Shang Xi said, "Can he come? Not to mention the long journey, he is in charge of the Mo family again, and there are so many things waiting for him to do. Can he come?"

Cheng Feng said: "I know Mo Haiyao's character. If you write a letter, he will definitely come."

Shang Xi's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he quickly said, "Then write quickly, I'll grind ink for you. With him here, I'll have more confidence in researching glass. Otherwise, Boss Qian and I are both the same, and we won't be able to make glass in a million years."

In order to give Shang Xi some time to relax, Cheng Feng picked up a pen and wrote a short letter to Mo Haiyao and then had someone send it out.

Day two.

The attendant came back in a carriage which was loaded with two layers of wooden boxes. The carriage was pulled by four tall and strong horses. The ruts left by the carriage were still clearly visible, and it seemed that the things in the carriage were very heavy.

A wisp of cold wind blew by, and Wan Lianxing knew that his followers had come to him. Looking at the followers whom he had not seen for many days, Wan Lianxing praised them generously, saying, "You did a good job."

After hearing this, the attendant smiled strangely: "Your Majesty, don't worry. I never fail in my work."

Cang Man, who was very careful, looked around the carriage again and again, and finally couldn't help asking, "Is there something valuable in the carriage?"

The attendant said, "It's OK. It's not a very valuable item."

Without waiting for Cangman to study it carefully, Wan Lianxing's entourage said, "Put the things into the warehouse." Then the carriage was taken away by Wan Lianxing's men right under Cangman's nose.

Cangman bit his finger, looked at the tire tracks on the ground, and tentatively asked, "Could the car be loaded with gold bars?" He was a very curious man and couldn't sleep until he found out the truth, but he thought he had guessed it almost right.

Boss Qian glared at Cangman and said, "You look like a gold bar."

Cangman stared at the wheel tracks on the ground, thinking to himself, "What else could be so heavy except gold?"

"Why are you asking blind questions?" Boss Qian gave Cangman a look. Boss Qian also had a guess about the things in the car.

Cangman felt heavy in his heart: "Follower, we robbed so many people along the way, how did you come back alone?"

The attendant smiled strangely: "There was no robbery, I didn't see any, it was very peaceful."

Cangman said, "That's impossible. I've walked more roads than you and seen more than you. Just look at your car full of valuables. Anyone with a pair of eyes can tell how you managed to come back safely."

"There are always people better than you, there are always heavens better than you, there are always ways better than you, how come you are better than me?"

Cangman said, "I saw that you were fast, but I didn't see that you had any ability to escort goods. How did you come back safely with a cart full of money when you are someone who doesn't talk to people easily?"