Chapter 35

It's midday now. Rural people are generally not able to have lunch. The bazaar is still busy. When the ox cart drove out of the town, they happened to meet two other oxen carts full of villagers who were ready to go back. Naturally, there were people from Lingjia village. When they saw the large and small packages on their cars, the women couldn't help pointing at them, and the happy atmosphere of the group was instantly destroyed I'm afraid Ling Jingxuan is the only one who can still laugh. However, whether his smile comes from the heart is open to question.

"Brother Han, is there a kiln shop in the market at the entrance of our village?"

Nearly to the junction of several villages, Ling Jingxuan suddenly asked, he remembers from there in the morning to see.

"Yes, the pots and tiles made by Lao Wang's house are all good. Do you want to buy pots or bricks?"

Along the way, they also know that Ling Jingxuan recently sold some money by catching fish. Han Fei thought that he might want to buy tiles to renovate the house.

"Buy some jars. Please stop in front of that shop later."

Ling Jingxuan didn't see what he meant, but he didn't say anything more. The only thing he had to do now was to make money. Only when he made enough money, his stingy little buns would not object to his building a big brick house. He didn't want to continue living in that thatched cottage. Besides, the winter here is not like that in the 20th century because of environmental pollution Warm winter is a common phenomenon in the world. In the real winter, it is absolutely cold. Before that, he must build the house first.

"Brother, do you still buy jars? Is that jam really sold? "

Hearing this, Ling Jingpeng finally remembered the jam.

"Well, the other party has also ordered the goods and will come to pick them up tomorrow. It's always right for us to buy more jars for preparation."

After all, Zhao Hanfu is an outsider, and Ling Jingxuan doesn't want to say more about it. People are selfish. Who can guarantee that they won't stab him in the back when they know it?

After all, Ling Jingxuan still doesn't believe in human nature, just as before he died, the man who loved him deeply asked him to leave again and again, but he refused again and again.

"Yes, it's good to sell it. Then I'll stay and help you and go back at night."

Ling Jingpeng did not think much about it, and nodded to make a decision.

After a while, the ox cart stopped in front of a simple shop full of all kinds of burnt products. In fact, the shop was an expanded version of the stall. The front was covered with pots and other things, and a shed was set up behind. During the busy farming season, the boss's business seemed to be not good. There was no one in the shop. It was inevitable that the goods on the car were taken by others. This time, Zhao Hanfu did not He got off with them, but he jumped down with two steamed buns in a hurry.

"This is not Peng Ge'er. What do you want to buy today?"

Seeing Ling Jingpeng, a man in his thirties warmly welcomed him. He was Han Fei's old Wang, because yesterday Ling Jingpeng and Ling Chenglong came here to buy a lot of jars. He still remembered him.

"Brother Wang, this is my elder brother Ling Jingxuan. We also want to buy some jars."

Ling Jingpeng is not very natural red face, scratch head shyly said.

"Your brother That is I'm sorry. Look at my mouth. What kind of pot would you like

Lao Wang is not a member of Lingjia village, but he has also heard about Ling Jingxuan. Although he said something he shouldn't have said, he didn't have the contempt and disdain of the villagers in Lingjia village, just like looking down on mole ants. Ling Jingxuan didn't take his unintentional loss into consideration. He raised a smile and said, "I want a hundred for yesterday's salt pot size pottery pot I don't know if there is any stock here, brother Wang? "

"A hundred?"

Two exclamations were heard almost at the same time, from Ling Jingpeng and Lao Wang. Both of them were unbelievable.

"Well, a hundred."

Facing their almost stupefied sight, Ling Jingxuan nods cautiously.

"Brother, why do you want so much..."

"I know what you want to ask, let's go back and talk about it."

Lifting his hand to interrupt Ling Jingpeng's doubts, Ling Jingxuan gives him a soothing look. Ling Wen, who is beside them, also pulls his clothes. He is young, and his heart is not as tortuous as his father's, but he at least knows that his wealth is not revealed, and that his family should never let others know that they want to make a lot of money.

"Well."

If you look at the elder brother and look down at the elder nephew, Ling Jingpeng resolutely retreats to one side. He believes in the elder brother, and even more believes in the elder nephew. If he is not absolutely sure, even if the elder brother is willing, the eldest nephew will never stand idly by.

"Brother Wang, do you have any in stock?"

Seeing this, Ling Jingxuan asked again. His sight could not help but sweep to those jars and jars on the ground. Those jars are very common. Should there be one hundred?

"Yes, there are. It happens that a batch of kilns have been produced today, but they should be a little bigger than those you bought yesterday. This is it. Do you think it's ok?"

After returning to God, Lao Wang said as he bent down to pick up a jar the size of a coarse bowl. Ling Jingxuan took over the jar and looked at it repeatedly. He nodded and said, "OK, that's it. Can brother Wang help me deliver it to my home?"In the afternoon, he would go to the mountain to pick wild fruit, boil jam, and help Ling Jinghan cook medicine. He really didn't have time to move the jar.

"No problem. I'll deliver it to you later."

Lao Wang is also a happy man. He agreed without thinking about it. Ling Jingxuan suddenly said, "is there any jar with a long, thin mouth and big stomach?"

"That's no more. You should know that the jars are not easy to make and expensive, so most people don't buy them. Yesterday, I made those 20 pots last year. At that time, I went to work in the county. I heard that rich people used to arrange flowers. I thought it was very interesting to do so."

Shaking his head, Lao Wang sighed helplessly. Ordinary jars cost only a few Wen. The kind of pot costs 20 Wen, or he sells it at a loss. Who in the countryside would be willing to spend 20 Wen to buy a useless jar?

"Well Can I make it to order? But I'd like to order a bigger one, which can hold about ten kilograms of wine. All of them are white. I'll carve a dark Ling character on my big stomach, and the four characters of Lingjia distillery on the bottom. It would be better if I could match the cork. Do you think you can make it? "

After pondering for a moment, Ling Jingxuan touched his chin and asked thoughtfully. When he went to the grocery store today, he also inquired about the status of wine. He learned that there was no wine in the Qing Dynasty, at least it was not common. So he wanted to make more wine. As for the so-called brand effect of special firing bottles, he would not do it if he did not. Since he did, he should be unique All the people who have drunk it will never forget to remember his Ling's signboard and lay a solid foundation for future large-scale sales.