The Peasant Girl’s Concubine’s Name Moves the World

Chapter 204: Sell it or not?

After the maid in Tsing Yi jumped off the carriage, she turned around to help Qing Luan.

Qingluan glanced at the yellow muddy ground, there were still many bamboo leaves on it, shrank his feet, hesitated for a while, and then carefully descended to the ground.

He stood on tiptoe and walked to a slightly flat and clean place, unwilling to take another step.

"Brother, did you find the wrong place?"

They looked at this dilapidated porcelain kiln workshop.

Is this the cave where the enamel color that gave them a deep sense of crisis was burned?

It's too shabby!

This is clearly burning bricks, burning that kind of soil water tank!

Qing Yang pointed to something.

There is a large yellow stone with the four characters of Hui'an Porcelain Kiln engraved on it.

The font is dragon and phoenix dance, but there is a faint domineering domineering.

Words are like people, so it can be seen that the people who write are arrogant and pretentious!

Qingluan looked over, was it really Hui'an porcelain kiln?

Then her sense of crisis disappeared in an instant.

They have found that many people in Wujia Village are burning bricks. Except for the ability to burn bricks, there is not a single person in the whole village who has any potential!

An ancestor who burned bricks for generations, their Qing family wanted to bring the recipe for making the enamel color.

Don't be afraid!

"Who are you looking for?" Wu Qiye's voice sounded behind the two.

He just came to the porcelain kiln from home.

The two brothers and sisters turned their heads and looked at Wu Qiye from head to toe with the same eyes.

Wu Qiye's clothes were patched. Although his little sister and his mother made several new clothes for him, he was reluctant to wear them to work, so he always wore old clothes when he came to the cave.

"You work in this porcelain kiln?" Qingluan asked when he saw some glaze on his clothes.

It would be great if it was the master who developed the enamel color.

Judging from his clothes, he should be from a poor family, and it is estimated that he can buy some money with some money.

"No, this porcelain kiln is owned by my family. Who are you looking for?"

The two were a little surprised to hear that.

The two siblings looked at each other.

Qingyang: "Is the Falangcai made by your kiln?"

"right."

Qingluan crossed his hands: "We are here to buy the enamel recipe from your house. For fifty thousand taels, I will buy the recipe for the enamel recipe in your hand."

"Sorry, I didn't develop that, and I won't sell that enamel recipe for any amount of money. Let's go!"

Qingluan frowned: "It wasn't developed by you, who is that?"

"No comment."

Qingyang: "Does Xiongtai know how the enamel color is made? If you do, tell us the recipe and we can give you 10,000 taels of silver!"

10,000 taels of silver can be used for dozens of lifetimes for rural people like them!

"sorry, I do not know."

Qing Yang said at this time: "We are from the Qing family's official kiln, but there are people in the Qing family who are empresses in the palace. If you sell us the formula, you will be friends of my Qing family in the future, and your porcelain can also be used. Put the logo of the Qing family on it, and then sell it for a better price! We only charge 20% of the resale fee!"

"No need."

"You have to know that your porcelain kilns are not famous, and you can fetch high prices at auctions because of the competition between our family and the Cai family! If we don't rush to auction, your porcelain will be worthless! No one will auction it! In the future, you will The porcelain produced, without our Qing family to help you, the porcelain will not be sold for any money!"

Wu Qiye still shook his head: "You don't need to say more, son, that Fangzi won't sell it anyway."

Qingluan was impatient when he saw that this person couldn't make any sense.

The big brother is too kind, and with this kind of person, how can you be polite!

She said angrily: "Then you have thought it through! Selling is a friend of my Qing family. If you don't sell it, you will offend my Qing family! My grandfather is the current prime minister, and my aunt is the current noble concubine. Can you afford to offend me?"

Wu Qiye was also a little worried after hearing this, worried about what means the Qing family would use, but still shook his head: "I said that the recipe is not mine, I don't know what to do, you go!"

Qingluan glanced at the big man behind him.

One of the strong men behind her came to Wu Qiye with fists and hands: "Brother goodbye? Don't drink a toast or drink a fine drink, my son and girl told you to sell it for your face: you have to sell the recipe today. , if you don’t sell it, you have to sell it!”

He waved his fist in front of Wu Qiye, and then raised Wu Qiye's chin with his fist.

This move is extremely provocative!

Wu Qiye slapped his fist directly!

"Don't try to threaten me! Don't sell it!"

"There's something! How dare you hit Lao Tzu!" The big man raised his fist and swung it towards Wu Qiye.

He just wanted to anger Wu Qiye on purpose and let him do it first!

That way the reporter is also in charge of them!

Wu Qiye quickly avoided.

But he still hit his chin a little, and a smell of sweetness spread in his mouth.

He was also angry and rushed over.

Another big man also quickly stepped forward.

The three fought.

Wen Jiamei happened to come out and saw two big men beating Wu Qiye alone from a distance.

She shouted in shock: "Beating! Someone is beating! Help!..."

Wen Jiamei was in a panic, her feet were shaking with fright, but she thought of Wu Qiye running dozens of miles behind her back that day, blood staining her entire back.

Seeing that he was punched again, she somehow gained courage. She picked up the pole next to her and ran over to help!

Wen Jiamei hit one of them with a pole with all her strength!

Hands are shaking.

Immediately afterwards, he raised the pole and wanted to hit it again.

The big man was annoyed: "Bitch, court death!"

He grabbed the pole in Wen Jiamei's hand with one hand, threw it away, and then kicked her in the stomach.

Seeing this, Wu Qiye quickly rushed towards Wen Jiamei, protected Wen Jiamei under him, and then kicked him with that kick.

The two were thrown to the ground.

The two big men quickly punched and kicked Wu Qiye!

"Sell or not?!"

"My lady told you to sell it, do you dare not to sell it?!"

Wu Qiye was worried that they would not dare to resist when they hit Wen Jiamei, but just kept the person under him tightly.