"The kiln is open~~"
Several people were crowding around and praising the sand they had picked out. The idiot who was blowing the bellows suddenly shouted, which made Xiao Han's hands tremble. He scattered most of the sand that he had picked out, and Xiao Da's eyes twitched in distress.
, his mouth twitched, looking like that, if this person hadn't been Xiao Han, he would never have thought of walking out of here alive today...
Xiao Han also felt sorry for Xiao Da who had worked so hard for a long time to choose. He smiled awkwardly and turned around to see the opening of the kiln.
Because this is not the first time I have done this work, I have already become familiar with the process.
Zhang Qiang had already stood in front of the kiln when the idiot shouted, picked up the iron pipe and prepared it.
The opening of the kiln was not as spectacular as Xiao Han's first furnace, because after experiments, the time for firing a kiln has been shortened to less than half an hour.
As the kiln door opened, Zhang Qiang also started to poke the rice cakes, not only much more powerfully than Xiao Han, but also much faster.
In the blink of an eye, he poked out a ball of fiery red glass, placed it on a clean stone surface, and rolled it into a gourd shape like Xiao Da rolled out dough.
Seeing Xiao Da put down the iron rod he found somewhere and was about to pick up the scissors to trim it, Xiao Han suddenly said:
"Don't worry yet, blow air into the iron pipe, blow the glass into a hollow shape, and try making a kettle!"
"Oh, okay!"
Xiao Da was unlike others. He never questioned anything Xiao Han said. As soon as Xiao Han finished speaking, he trotted behind Zhang Qiang who was holding the iron pipe, took a deep breath, and blew into the iron pipe.
"Can this thing be blown?"
Seeing Xiao Da puffing up his cheeks and blowing hard, Zhang Qiang was a little unconvinced. But as soon as he left his questioning words, he saw that the glass on the top of the iron pipe swelled like a bubble...
"I'll go, is that okay?"
At that moment, Zhang Qiang's eyes almost fell out. He couldn't even understand why Xiao Han's words were so accurate every time.
Xiao Da is worthy of being a genius child who makes glass. Even if Xiao Han changes his tactics at the last moment, it will not affect his performance.
Soon, a brand new kettle was placed on the stone platform.
The kettle is not beautiful, but when you put water in it and see countless bubbles rising from the bottom of the kettle to the surface of the water, several people's eyes also tend to turn into countless small bubbles...
"Am I getting old?" Old Man Hua turned his head and looked at the sky in despair, and then he said this after a while.
"He is too evil..."
Zhang Qiang, who was next to him, took in the old man's words and took a deep breath... It seemed that from the moment he saw him, there was never a time when he was not immune...
Old Man Hua turned his head, looked at Xiao Han, and asked, "What are you going to do next?"
"Sell money!" Xiao Han's answer was clear and neat. He made this stuff to sell money. Why do you want them? They are inedible and difficult to use...
"Where to sell? Dongshi?"
Xiao Han shook his head and thought for a while before saying: "There are many wealthy families in Dongshi, so we can sell them. But when we go to Dongshi, I'm afraid that we will be remembered and recognized later. Master, you have also seen this.
The thing is just a pile of sand. If it spreads out in the future, those rich and powerful people will hate me to death?"
Old Man Hua nodded in surprise and said: "After all, you have seen a little bit of the world. It's rare that you have thought carefully this time. Well, by the way, Zhang Qiang, do you know the Chang'an Ghost Market?"
"Ghost market?" Zhang Qiang shook his head in confusion. He didn't spend much time in Chang'an. Most of the time he was following Li Shimin on his expeditions, so he didn't know much about these things.
When Old Man Hua saw Zhang Qiang shaking his head, he was not surprised. In a ghost market, if you don't know, it's normal. If more people know about it, wouldn't it turn into a night market?
"Let's see. I'll go to Chang'an tomorrow to see if I can find someone in the ghost market to get a place. You can make preparations and go there to sell, so there won't be any future troubles. But remember, don't take too much at one time. I guess
, three or five pieces are enough!”
"I'll go, Master, Niu, both black and white people know people! Master, have you ever been around before?" Xiao Han was shocked when he saw the old man's understatement. He didn't expect that Old Man Hua even knew people from the Ghost Market!
A ghost market sounds like a scam when you first hear it!
"Go away! Only a second-rate man lives his life, can he speak? Master, I am making good connections, so my contacts are also wider!"
Old Man Hua shouted at Xiao Han angrily, expressing his extreme dissatisfaction. With such a disciple, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry...
The fire clouds in the sky spread out from the horizon like waves, red like a ball of flame burning in the sky.
There is a beautiful halo around the sun that is about to set. Although most of it is blocked by clouds, the exposed part floats on the fire clouds, making the evening sunset even more beautiful.
Xiao Han was lying on a couch made of bamboo, looking at the horizon, and said in a deep voice: "The sun is haloing the rain at midnight, the moon is haloing the wind at noon, and tonight, it's going to rain again."
Zhang Qiang was sitting on his side, using fine silk to polish the four glassware in front of him until they were shiny.
When I saw something was not clean, I took a deep breath and wiped it vigorously a few more times until the entire glassware was spotless. Then I was satisfied and put it into the carefully made wooden box, carefully closed the lid and put it aside.
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Xiao Han looked a little disdainful at Zhang Qiang's careful and serious look. These items were only a small part of what they made. In the cave next to the small kiln, dozens of glass products were displayed on newly made wooden shelves.
Xiao Da became more and more skilled at his craftsmanship, and the things he made became more and more beautiful and incredible! If outsiders were allowed in, they would definitely think that they had mistakenly entered the Dragon Prince's Crystal Palace.
He yawned, turned lazily, and said to Zhang Qiang: "Hurry up and pack up, it will be late, Chang'an City is closed, and you can't even climb the wall to get in!"
"I see that your back hurts when you stand and talk. You know you are in a hurry and you don't come to help me. You are too lazy to lie there all afternoon. I don't know if you were born in the year of Pig in your last life!"
"You are the one who was born in the Year of the Pig. I have wasted so much brain power on this thing these days and you are not allowed to take a break?"
Zhang Qiang rolled his eyes, moved another wooden box and continued to wipe. While wiping, he said: "Okay, okay, you are great. You are tired. You can lie down. Oh, by the way, I am going to Chang'an this time.
There are many good hands to avoid being robbed. So you should be careful here, or go to sleep in a tent, I am afraid that you will be killed by assassins while you are sleeping!"
Xiao Han waved his hand and said: "I am almost stinking up the streets in Chang'an now. If any of the 250 assassins comes to me and wants to stir up trouble and stir up trouble, they should assassinate Chai Shao, Liu Hongji and the others. There is no point in killing me...
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"Who? Chai Shao? Liu Hongji? Go kill them two? It would be better to commit suicide!" Zhang Qiang stared at him. If these two generals were so easy to kill, they would have died on the battlefield long ago. Who else could still be alive?
Now!
This chapter has been completed!