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He said excitedly: "When it comes to money-making things, it ranges from gold and silver ornaments, jade seals, to exquisite silk and satin cloth, and unique porcelain. As long as you have the right one, it can't be measured by money. "

"Does Seventh Uncle like Liuli?"

Zhao Hu: "What kind of colored glaze?"

Zhao Hanzhang: "Glass cups, glass ornaments, and glass mirrors."

Zhao Hu curled his lips and said in disgust: "It has to be transparent enough to look good. If it is mixed with colored glass and has a mottled texture, it is not as good as a coarse porcelain cup or a bronze mirror."

He said: "Don't think that something is glass if it has the word "glass" on it. It must be of high quality."

Zhao Hanzhang asked: "How much does a transparent glass cup cost?"

"It's not expensive, you can buy it for one or two gold."

Zhao Hanzhang: "What if it's a set of glass cups and a glass pot?"

Zhao Hu became interested, "And there is a glass pot? You can show it to me. If it's good, I'll buy it."

Zhao Hanzhang smiled slightly and said, "Uncle Qi's ancestors have set a price. If it is suitable, I will bring it to you for viewing next time."

Zhao Hu pondered, the things in Sanniang's hands must have been given by Zhao Changyu. He knew this elder brother well and had a discerning eye. Since it was his collection, the things must be good.

So he mused: "If it really is a complete set, I will grant you a hundred gold."

Zhao Ming's forehead jumped, and Zhao Hanzhang knew it in his heart. He raised his teacup and touched it with Zhao Hu and said, "Seventh uncle, just wait with peace of mind. When I have it, I will be the first to find you."

Zhao Hu: "...you don't have a co-author now?"

Zhao Hanzhang spread his hands and said, "You know that I have lost all my luggage, how can I find such good things? But I already have an idea, and I will always be able to find it for my seventh uncle."

Fu Tinghan was drinking tea silently on the side. He hadn't even scratched his horoscope yet, so he was bragging too much.

Zhao Ming looked at Zhao Hu and then at Zhao Hanzhang. His impetuous heart suddenly calmed down. Forget it, let them go.

It's also possible that he thinks too much. Maybe Zhao Hanzhang just wants to make a little more money to make his life easier?

Zhao Ming felt that he could not always judge people with malice, so he drank tea silently and did not speak out to get involved.

Zhao Hanzhang found out about the sales of Liuli and made reservations for several future customers. Then he turned to Zhao Ming and said, "Uncle, actually, Sanniang has something else to ask for when we return to Wubao this time."

Zhao Ming calmly put down his teacup and asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhao Hanzhang said: "I want to open a workshop to make porcelain, but craftsmen are rare, so I want to find two skilled craftsmen with my uncle."

Zhao Hu spit out the tea in his mouth with a pop, "Sanniang, you are..."

"Okay," Zhao Ming responded directly, "I will find a few craftsmen to deliver it to you later, and I will give it to you as well."

Zhao Hu suddenly choked and looked at Zhao Ming with wide eyes. After a long pause, he came back to his senses and said immediately: "Zi Nian nephew, I also want to set up a workshop, but I am also short of craftsmen. Look..."

Zhao Ming: "Seventh Uncle, go and discuss with father?"

Zhao Hu suddenly stopped talking, but still looked back and forth between Zhao Ming and Zhao Hanzhang unconvinced. He couldn't understand why the craftsman could give it to Zhao Hanzhang but not to him.

Fu Tinghan didn't understand either, so he asked Zhao Hanzhang as soon as they left.

Zhao Hanzhang said: "Maybe he knows that I am poor and doesn't want me to go back to Wubao to cause trouble."

Fu Tinghan: "Then...are you still fighting for the fields in Zhao Zhongyu's hands?"

"Fight for it," Zhao Hanzhang said, "but the road must be walked step by step, and the rice must be eaten bite by bite."

She said: "This matter is not urgent."

After all, Zhao Zhongyu is not here. Judging from today's situation, Tan Zhong cannot make the decision at all. It takes time for letters to come and go. This is just the time for Zhao Song to see the disadvantages of leaving the industry to his staff.

Although Zhao Zhongyu is the clan leader, he still has to listen to the clan's suggestions. If Zhao Song strongly objects to handing over the ancestral property and clan property to his staff, he will have to consider it.

How do you know she can't fight for it then?

Although Zhao Song was surprised when he learned that Zhao Ming sent Zhao Hanzhang's craftsman to him, he did not object.

To him, they are just two craftsmen. Not to mention that her workshop is opened in Shangcai, he is not afraid even if it is opened in Xiping.

Where is the output and sales volume of his porcelain kiln? How can it be snatched away by others at the request of others?

And in his heart, Zhao Hanzhang is still a child.

However, Zhao Ming felt that with Zhao Hanzhang's intelligence, as long as he worked hard, he would one day replace his father's porcelain kiln. Then his father would know how wrong he was about Zhao Hanzhang today.

Zhao Ming saw that his father had no objection, so he asked people to select a few craftsmen from the porcelain kiln, "find out the deeds of them and their families, and send them to Sanniang."

The housekeeper looked at Zhao Song.

Zhao Song waved to him, and the housekeeper went down.

Zhao Song endured it, but still couldn't hold back and asked, "Why are you so generous to Sanniang all of a sudden?"

Zhao Ming glanced at his father and said, "I'm betting that one day my father will suffer a big loss from Sanniang. In the future, her porcelain workshop will surpass your porcelain kiln. Then you will know her ambitions." How old is it?”

Zhao Song: "...Are you deliberately trying to trick me and make me suffer?"

"As the saying goes, every time you suffer a loss, you gain wisdom. Father, if you don't suffer a loss, how can you gain wisdom?"

Zhao Song was looking for a stick again, "Wait a minute, if you don't let me beat you today, you won't go home again. Mountain people, mountain people, get the stick quickly!"

Zhao Ming, who was about to run, stopped when he heard the words. Seeing the housekeeper running over in a hurry, he kindly pointed him out, "Where did you get the stick at home? Just go to the garden and break a camellia branch."

The housekeeper looked at Zhao Song anxiously.

Zhao Song stomped his feet angrily, "What are you still doing standing here? Go and get it for me."

Butler: "...but that is your favorite camellia."

In the end, the housekeeper broke a branch for him, and Zhao Ming stood and let his father whip him until the branch was bare.

But his clothes were thick and the branches were soft, so the pain was not very painful. In the end, Zhao Song was so tired that he let go, but Zhao Ming didn't even take a breath, and his back was straight, as if he wasn't hurt at all.

Zhao Song pointed at his son and was speechless.

Zhao Ming: "Why should father be angry? If Sanniang didn't trick you in the end, it means you saw the wrong person, which is something to be happy about; if Sanniang tricked you in the end, it means that the son's concerns were right. With only one A porcelain kiln can test a person's character. This is a small price to pay, but it is still something worth being happy about."

"It also shows that my son has good taste. Isn't this a good thing?"

Zhao Song: "The worst thing I have done in my life is raising you. You go back to the house. I don't want to see you for the time being. Oh, mountain people, my heart aches."

The housekeeper hurriedly stepped forward to support him, "Master Sir, why don't you ask Sanniang to get him back?"

"Are you even more angry with me? Do I feel sorry for the craftsman? Moreover, people have been given away, and if they come back, do I still want my face?" Zhao Song covered his chest and said, "I am completely angry at this traitor."

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