Ever since Liangcai left as a soldier, Liangxiu has not had time to be sad for too long, so he puts himself into work.

The village also set up a kiln and began to experiment with firing.

In the past few days, she and Uncle Zhou have been staring at the kiln. The two of them are depressed, only two eyes are still shining.

Liang Xiu kept yawning, but kept looking at the stove.

I couldn't help putting my hands together, praying, I must succeed, I must succeed.

Uncle Zhou can be regarded as a person who has experienced most of his life, and he has experienced all kinds of wind and rain.

He took a puff of dry tobacco, exhaled the smoke ring, and enlivened the atmosphere, "Liangxiu, you don't have to be so nervous. This one won't work, and the next one will come. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Knowing that he was trying to comfort himself, Liang Xiu stared at the flames, and nodded in confusion.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Uncle Zhou's expression immediately became serious, and he said in a deep voice, "It's time, come out."

A few young men took out the sagger with ease, and the heat that hit their faces seemed to be able to burn the pores of everyone.

It was also the first time for Jing Qiao to witness the firing of porcelain, and the excitement in her heart was self-evident.

Gearing up, eager to try, "Uncle Zhou, when will it cool down?"

The young man next to him was also very curious, "Master, when will it be done!"

Uncle Zhou held the iron bar, pushed away the sagger, with sharp eyes, he pointed his ear to his face and said, "This is hotter than boiling water, keep away from it, don't touch it randomly."

He turned around, changed his face, and his voice became extremely gentle, "Liangxiu, it's going to be cold all night. You go back first, we can just stay here."

The disciples couldn't bear to see it, and said jealously, "Master, you are too partial. You have never been so gentle to us."

You said something to me, Uncle Zhou was so angry that his face was flushed, and he pushed and pushed them.

Angrily, he said, "Go, hurry up and go to work, don't just sit here and do nothing."

The lads hooked their shoulders, their faces were full of disbelief, and they scattered in a hurry.

Early in the morning on the first day, it was still daylight, and Liang Xiu got up early because he had something on his mind.

Xie Ci stood up straight with his arms propped up, his eyes were sleepy, "Liang Xiu, what are you doing so early?"

Liangxiu fastened the buttons and combed his hair, "Go to the kiln, and you can see the finished product today. I have to hurry up, the head of Zhang and the others are also coming today."

Xie Ci rubbed his eyes and waved his hands, "Hurry up, slow down on the road."

Liang Xiu put on a cotton jacket and hurried out.

When I arrived at the kiln, I saw Uncle Zhou lying on a recliner with his legs crossed, snoring loudly and with dark circles under his eyes.

Seeing that he was so tired, Liangxiu couldn't bear to wake him up, so he took a small bench and stood by his side.

The firewood in the stove was crackling and burning, and the light of the fire reflected on his face, making him feel warm.

She yawned and couldn't help closing her eyes.

After a while, I fell asleep.

As soon as Jing Qiao and the others entered, they saw the old and the young sleeping soundly.

Looking back, it seems that people riding bicycles are coming here again.

He patted their shoulders and said softly, "Uncle Zhou, Liangxiu, wake up quickly, Township Chief Zhang is here!"

Uncle Zhou immediately opened his eyes, "teng", got up and stood up.

Looking left and right, his face flustered, "Where are you? Where are you?"

Liangxiu slowly opened his eyes, staring straight ahead, apparently not yet recovered.

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