After the Divorce, Me and My Tyrant Ex-husband Got Transmigrated as a Farmers in the Ancient Times

Xia Qianqian roared, and everyone fell silent. Except for Yang.

Yang Shi put his hands on his hips and asked arrogantly, "What? Are you still going to beat your aunt?"

"The hand grows into me, and I can hit anyone I want!" Xia Qianqian waved her fists majestic, full of intimidation.

Yang was frightened, took a step back, and whispered, "Hmph, I just want to see if you have burned to a tile."

"It's none of your business whether it's successful or not. No one will buy my tile in Yangliu Village. If I fail, I'll start all over again." Xia Qianqian also wanted to know if it was successful, so she turned to look at the tile.

Something stumbled on the road, and she lost her weight and staggered a few steps to the side, and by coincidence, she stepped on the tile.

click-

The new tile shattered.

Xia Qianqian hurriedly retracted her foot and looked at the broken tile under her feet in astonishment: It broke with such a light step? Is it too brittle?

"Hahaha, it didn't burn, hahaha..." Yang Shi couldn't hide his complacency any longer, he laughed loudly, turned and ran home to report the letter.

The villagers looked at Xia Qianqian and her small tile kiln, some shook their heads regretfully, some cast a sympathetic look, and some gloated: "You don't have the guts to mess around."

"That's right, the thunder is heavy and the rain is small, shameful!"

"..."

Xia Qianqian blinked her eyes twice before she recovered her mind. Her tiles are so untrodden? Afraid that she is too heavy, or that she used too much strength just now?

Xia Qianqian lightly stepped on a tile without giving up. Cracked, broken.

try again!

Qin Shi, Xia Yunyun, and Liu Bo all looked at Xia Qianqian eagerly. Every time Xia Qianqian stepped on a tile, their hearts were broken.

In the end, the hundred new tiles were all turned into pieces.

Although Liu Bo is also very distressed, but after all, it is not his own thing. Now he is even more afraid that Xia Qianqian won't be able to take the blow, so he comforted: "Qianqian, three hundred and sixty lines, you can become the champion. Don't be discouraged, you can do other things if you can't burn the tiles!"

"Why didn't it burn?" Xia Qianqian couldn't figure it out. Because of disappointment, the spirit of the whole person is depressed, like an eggplant beaten by frost.

Liu Bo silently took out some copper coins from his arms and stuffed them into Xia Qianqian's hands: "These days, I'm volunteering to help you, so I won't charge you any wages. Take your mother and sister home to rest."

"Do not!"

Xia Qianqian returned the money to Uncle Liu, she stood up to wipe the sweat from her forehead, looked up at the sky angrily and said, "Failure is the mother of success. If I fail once, I will burn it twice, twice, three times, four times. I've burned it a hundred times, can I still fail?"

Qin Shi and Xia Yunyun both looked at Xia Qianqian blankly. To be honest, they don't have the courage and confidence of Xia Qianqian. Today's failure turned their sky into gray.

Uncle Liu sighed: "You little girl, you are really stubborn. Burning tiles is a technical job, not something you can toss about."

"I didn't mess around, except that the hardness of the tile is not enough, and the shape and thickness are qualified. There must be something wrong. I will think again, think again..."

Xia Qianqian sat cross-legged on the grass, closed her eyes, and recalled the techniques written in "Tiles Burning Techniques". During the whole process, she strictly followed the "Tile Burning Technique". The kiln she built was more advanced than the kiln of the Xia family, so there was no reason to fail.

What exactly went wrong?

She thought so intently that she didn't notice a carriage parked by Tanabe.

The young boy reported to the people in the carriage in a low voice, "Master, she failed."

"She's stupid, she doesn't know how to use her talent." Gu Yanjing hummed, his voice was cold and seemed to be in a bad mood.

Qingtong's voice was even lower: "Then, do we still have to go?"

"Don't go, go home." Gu Yanjing ordered impatiently.

Qingtong looked at the carriage in confusion, and then looked at Xia Qianqian in the field, and finally beat the horse and left.