Building a pottery kiln is not something that one or two people can do. Gu Qing must mobilize the whole village to help.

So Gu Qing immediately visited Feng Aweng and explained his purpose politely. Gu Qing's polite attitude made Feng Aweng feel very satisfied. He found the long-lost authoritative feeling of Mr. Su.

"Help! You must help. If you have the strength in the whole village, you can get it within three days." Feng Aweng's words were so tough, as if he had issued a military order to the general in the military camp, and he was in a disagreement with his words.

Gu Qing hurriedly said, "If you are not in a hurry, please do your best. And you can't help for nothing. But the kid is not at ease. After the pottery kiln is completed, the kid is willing to pay some rewards."

Feng Aweng said decisively: "Don't ask for any reward between fellow villagers, you're apart. The left and right only carry a few days of stones and bury the walls for a few days, and it's not a heavy job."

Gu Qing smiled, but decided to pay the compensation.

There are a total of a hundred people in the village. Except for women, children and elderly people, there are only a dozen people who are really strong to work. According to the standards of these days, it is normal for each person to pay a penny a day. If the pottery kiln can be completed in three days, it will not be expensive.

Although we are fellow villagers, we are not familiar with each other after all, so Gu Qing doesn't like to owe favors, especially those of strangers.

Feng Aweng stroked his long beard and looked at Gu Qing's face, and said slowly: "Gu's son, why did you suddenly remember to burn pottery? This is more risky than farming."

Gu Qing smiled and said, "There are too little land in the village. I don't want to spend my whole life half hungry and half full, and I want to find a way out for myself."

"Are you sure? You will naturally have to sell the pottery when burning it. Can you know a businessman outside to take over?"

"I don't know it, but I'm sure I can sell it."

Feng Aweng hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but say, "If this matter is possible, can you help your neighbors and let them live a few days of good life without worries about food and clothing?"

Gu Qing thought for a while and said with a smile: "If you have spare energy, you will naturally have no choice but to give it away for nothing, and you will get paid according to your work, and you will get a reward for how much you do."

Feng Aweng nodded repeatedly: "This is a natural and natural thing."

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A new generation of village tyrants in Shiqiao Village and the respected elder Su joined forces to mobilize, and the whole village's young and old quickly started to mobilize.

The pottery kiln was built on the hillside, and many people needed to carry large stones and wood. The project was not large, but it was very tiring. There was not much labor available in the village, and everyone worked together to carry the stones and yelled to move them up from the foot of the mountain.

Fortunately, stones and wood do not require cost these days, and they can be used everywhere. In less than a day, the prototype of the kiln on the mountainside was already visible, and Gu Qing became more and more happy.

From ancient times to the present, the working people have been diligent and efficient in doing things. Gu Qing has been observing that everyone worked very hard on this day, and he did not see anyone being lazy. With the sound of the trumpet, they were like injecting some kind of stimulant, moving stones to the mountainside in the rhythm of the trumpet.

The nation that built the Great Wall is truly well-known.

Three days later, the pottery kiln was really built as Feng Aweng said. The first thing Gu Qing did was to pay money to the villagers involved in the construction of the kiln.

The money is not much, each person has three cents. According to the price these days, you can buy about one liter of millet. If a family of three saves some mixed wild vegetables, it will be about half a month long. For the villagers, this is a considerable reward.

After the money was distributed, the villagers' eyes changed when they looked at Gu Qing.

Before this, the villagers were quite afraid of Gu Qing. After all, they were powerful beings who had imparted the village tyrant. Gu Qing looked quite friendly on the surface and had never seen him bully his neighbors. But everyone in the village knew that in recent days, every time when it was late at night, the original Ding family house would scream like a pig-killing scream. No one knew what was happening in that house.

Today, Gu Qing smiled and handed the money to the villagers, and Gu Qing's image suddenly became different again.

So what if he is more cruel or more cruel? He is kind to his neighbors, and his cruelty is only given to bad people, which is enough.

Shiqiao Village is lucky enough to finally have a young man who can give the villagers equality and justice.

The villagers who received the money gathered around Gu Qing and refused to leave.

Gu Qing looked at them for no reason, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit villainous. Did he give him less money? He asked Song Gensheng, this is the price.

A villager who received the money shrank forward timidly and said tentatively: "Listen to Gensheng, if you want to show respect and surrender to you, you just need to shout 'Dad' to you?"

"Ah?" Gu Qing lost his color and his expression suddenly became awkward: "This, uh, no...no need."

However, the villagers bowed to Gu Qing very seriously, sinking their energy into Dantian and exerting enough strength. The veins on their necks thundered, and shouted with thrills: "Dad——(Breaking the sound)"

Gu Qing's eyelids twitched, and the villagers behind him bowed in unison: "Dad——!"

The sound shook the sky, and a group of birds perched on the branches flew away.

Gu Qing was so scared that he took a few steps back and suddenly felt that the responsibility on his shoulder was as heavy as Mount Tai.

"No, no gifts...all have been dispersed." Gu Qing said uneasy.

Then he turned around and walked away, looking around, wanting to kill someone, wanting to kill a big-mouthed scholar to sacrifice to heaven.

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The mold made of clay has been formed in Uncle Han's hands. It is worthy of being a professional invited from all over the world. A piece of inconspicuous clay was pinched in Uncle Han's hands for a few times and then it turned into a small and exquisite pottery bowl.

The villagers brought back a lot of clay. Uncle Han marked each clay, which matched the molded pottery marks. After sending it to the pottery kiln, Uncle Han rubbed his hands and said, "Our boss, it's almost done. Now it's time to ignite the firewood or charcoal?"

Gu Qing smiled: "No need to dry firewood or charcoal. Uncle Han, you seem to be a decent person. I can hide it from others, but I can't hide it from you. Let's use something new to burn the kiln..."

Uncle Han said strangely: "What new thing?"

Gu Qing didn't answer and asked Uncle Han to dig a hole together.

Weirdly, why do I have such a fate with digging a hole?

Uncle Han didn't know what to do, but the boss had ordered, so he had to dig with him. The two of them were sweating profusely and dug three feet square, with familiar black coal exposed at the bottom of the pit.

Uncle Han naturally knew coal. He looked stunned and said, "Graphite?"

"It's coal... forget it, it doesn't matter." Gu Qing pointed to the coal at the bottom of the pit and said, "Let's try this?"

Uncle Han’s knowledge is much better than Song Gensheng, and he murmured: “The blacksmith shop under the government uses graphite to smelize iron to make weapons and farm tools. I heard that the iron refined from graphite is pure and durable, and is much stronger than the iron refined from dry firewood and charcoal. The old man always thought it was because of the blacksmith’s craftsmanship. Could it be related to graphite?”

Gu Qing explained: "Coal... is graphite. The temperature of its combustion is not the same as that of dry firewood and charcoal. The temperature is high enough, and the iron refined is naturally more pure. By the same token, if it is used to burn the kiln..."
Chapter completed!