I traveled through time and space and found a mute boy: That’s enough, I feel sorry for him

Xu Shu understood that the child wanted to wash clothes, but Xu Shu was a self-reliant young man after all, so how could he let a child help him wash clothes?

He immediately shook his head and said, "The clothes are fine, I will help you wash them."

He's bound to get covered in dirt again when he goes to town tomorrow. He can just wash his clothes when he comes back. It's not a big deal.

Mu Jinghua shook his head and grabbed the corner of his clothes and shook it.

What are you doing? Xu Shu frowned slightly, feeling a headache for a moment.

Other parents are worried about their children being too disobedient, but he is worried because this child is too obedient. He doesn't know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing.

Xu Shu earnestly taught him: "You are not well yet. What if you catch a cold? Medicine costs money."

Xu Shu knew that the child looked haggard and must have lived a hard life. He would be distressed to hear about spending money, so he deliberately said this to scare him.

Sure enough, when the boy heard this, he immediately let go of her hand, but he seemed to have something else to say. He lowered his head stubbornly and bit his lip slightly.

Xu Shu thought for a long time before he reluctantly understood the kid. Although he felt that his life was miserable now, he came from the future. Even though it was the end of the world and the living conditions were poor, the living conditions were much better than this era.

So he thinks that things that don’t matter, such as a bowl of rice, are probably a great blessing to a child.

Ordinary people would inevitably feel uneasy if they received a favor for nothing, and would think about doing something to repay the favor.

Although Xu Shu felt that children should be taken care of obediently, and the boy was still sick, people of this era generally matured early, and girls and boys were ready to get married at the age of fifteen.

The little girl from the village chief's family, named Shen Lin'er, is only fourteen years old, but she has already been engaged and is expected to get married when she turns fifteen.

So he had to symbolically find something for the boy to do. Xu Shu coughed lightly: "Why don't you go to the kitchen and get me a glass of water?"

Sure enough, the boy nodded immediately, his eyes lit up, and his steps became more cheerful.

But just as Mu Jinghua reached the door, he saw a big man standing in the yard. The man was almost twice as tall as him, standing at the door, blocking out the bright sunlight in the day.

When the man saw him, he asked, "Is this Xu Shu's house?"

Mu Jinghua blinked and silently took a half step back. He had always been afraid of such tall and strong men since he was a child. Later, when he was in a brothel, he was really beaten by a group of big men.

I became even more panicked.

However, as he stepped back, he bumped into Xu Shu's arms and smelled the familiar scent of black bamboo, and was stunned for a moment.

Xu Shu didn't notice anything unusual about him, and just asked him softly, "What's wrong?"

This was just a consolation. When Xu Shu saw the big man at the door, he immediately smiled and went forward to greet him: "Jiang Xiao."

When Mu Jinghua came to his senses, Xu Shu had already started chatting with Jiang Xiao.

Xu Shu showed the drawing he had just drawn to Jiang Xiao, explaining as he gestured. Jiang Xiao was surprised and nodded repeatedly.

Mu Jinghua took a look and ran towards the kitchen.

Although Xu Shu noticed that Mu Jinghua ran away, he didn't pay much attention to it. He could easily see that the child was shy.

He looked at Jiang Xiao, changed the subject, and asked mysteriously, "Brother Jiang, will you take on the work of building the kiln?"

"Mr. Xu wants to build a kiln?" Jiang Xiao was a little surprised.

Xu Shu sighed deeply: "Actually, my ancestors made pottery and porcelain, but unfortunately, my family has fallen into poverty and I am the only one left. I don't want to revive the family business, but at least I can't lose this craft."

"You can make pottery and porcelain?" Jiang Xiao's eyes widened and he couldn't speak clearly.

Xu Shu didn't reply, but asked again: "Do you pack it?"

"This..." Jiang Xiao was a little embarrassed.

For them, brick kilns are their property. If they build one for others, it is no different from giving their property away.

Xu Shu saw that he was in a dilemma and added: "If you help me build a kiln, we will split the profits in half, and I can also teach you how to make pottery."

Jiang Xiao was stunned again, but this time he started to think seriously.

Pottery making is different from brick making.

Although building a house requires a huge amount of materials, there are not so many people building houses in the neighborhood. Even if there are, not all of them will come to them.

Pottery is different. It is cheap, durable and in great demand. The key is that there are only a handful of masters who can make pottery and the apprenticeship fee is very high.

Jiang Xiao quickly thought through the pros and cons, but still said, "I'll go back and discuss it with them, and I'll give you a definite answer."

Xu Shu was not in a hurry and pointed to his drawings with a smile: "Do you need to see the land?"

Jiang Xiao nodded repeatedly, but still sighed: "Your drawing is really exquisite."

Xu Shu didn't respond. He glanced at the kitchen, then turned and walked towards the door.

Although Xu Shu's house is novel, it is not unique.

Jiang Xiao took a few glances at Xu Shu's wasteland, took out an abacus from the bag on his back, and quickly nodded and said, "Mr. Xu, the preliminary estimate is that the bricks cost tens of thousands. It's mainly because you used too many for the wall."

Xu Shu nodded.

"Based on the three cents per brick, it would cost at least eight taels of silver, and at most fifteen taels of silver."

This price was similar to what Xu Shu had estimated, so he readily agreed: "Can you send a batch over in five days?"

Jiang Xiao didn't expect him to be so straightforward, so he quickly said no problem, took three taels of silver from Xu Shu as a deposit, and then left happily. Before leaving, he didn't forget about the pottery kiln: "We will definitely get back to you as soon as possible."

Xu Shu knew that he was worried that he would find someone else, but he just nodded and said nothing.

We have to give these people a sense of urgency.

This trip took a long time. When Xu Shuyi returned home, he saw several washed clothes hanging in the house, swaying in the wind.

You can tell whose clothes they belong to by looking at their size. The big one belongs to Xu Shu, and the small one belongs to the boy.

In fact, Xu Shu's clothes were old clothes bought from the village chief's house. The size didn't fit him well. He already had new clothes, so he didn't plan to wear them anymore. He planned to cut them up and use them as rags one day.

But the child was so well-behaved, how could Xu Shu blame him? He glanced towards the main house, but did not see the boy.

He walked towards the kitchen again and found that the young man was steaming rice. He was staring at the pot in a daze and didn't even see Xu Shu, a living person.

Xu Shu knocked on the door beside him, but saw the young man shiver, and then looked over confusedly. When he saw it was Xu Shu, he smiled faintly.

Xu Shu had already discovered that the boy was timid and could be frightened by even the slightest noise from Ding. He couldn't help but sigh, wondering what the boy had experienced in the past.

However, he had no habit of peeking at other people's scars, so he walked up to take a look at the pot and praised it very naturally, saying "good boy".

Mu Jinghua's ears turned red. He hurriedly put the vegetables into the basket, picked a few at random and started washing them.

Xu Shu told him last night that all water used for food must be boiled, and he took note of it.

Xu Shu felt more assured when he saw that the boy was quite skilled in knife skills. He casually took a bag of cookies from the oil paper bag and handed one to the boy: "Try it."

Mu Jinghua was cutting vegetables when he suddenly saw a pair of large, bony hands approaching his lips. The heat from his ears had not yet subsided when his face turned red again.

Xu Shu...what is Xu Shu going to do?

Mu Jinghua shrank back, and only then did he notice the pastry in Xu Shu's hand.

The sweet smell of the pastry made him at a loss for words. He could hear his own heartbeat, thump thump.

His face was hot, as if he had been slapped twice by his stepmother. But it wasn't quite like that.

In confusion, Mu Jinghua heard Xu Shu laugh softly, and his voice became even softer: "What are you daydreaming about? Open your mouth."

Mu Jinghua subconsciously opened his mouth following Xu Shu's words, and then the pastry was stuffed into his mouth. It was indeed sweet.

Seeing that he was still in a daze with his head down and his hands stopped cutting vegetables, Xu Shu knew that his subconscious action might have scared the child, so he withdrew his hand awkwardly: "I won't bother you anymore."

After saying that, Xu Shu turned around and left, going back to his room to continue reading his medical books.

After a long while, Mu Jinghua came to the main room with the meal.

Mu Jinghua fried three side dishes, all of which were green. Only then did Xu Shu realize one thing belatedly - he did not buy meat.

Thinking of this, Xu Shu couldn't help but laugh, and laughed at his own stupidity.

He has really been raised by the end of the world to be a useless person who is lazy, doesn't know the difference between grains, and doesn't even know what is needed to cook.

It was really hard for the young man to stir-fry three side dishes with that pile of vegetable leaves.