Through the troubled times and famine, I just want to farm peacefully

During this process, Su Yunzhi watched Lin Yinan's hand movements with gentle eyes, and did not say a word even though she washed the wound until it turned white.

After tying the gauze, Lin Yinan looked up and ran into a pair of dark eyes.

She took out a small porcelain bottle from her sleeve pocket again, poured out two small black pills and handed them to him.

Su Yunzhi took a handful and threw it into his mouth. The bitter taste instantly filled his entire mouth.

"For oral medicine, take it twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening. This is a three-day supply of medicine. You will be fine after you finish it."

Lin Yinan frowned slightly and handed him the bottle.

"Thank you, Anan! I'll remember it." Su Yunzhi said softly.

Then she gave the medicine for the wound to Jixiang, who did not dare to slack off and wrote down everything carefully.

Zhu Jinhui, who was peeping outside the yard, saw her son's expression clearly.

Seeing that Lin Yinan and the other person were about to get up and leave, she quietly retreated.

Seeing her son's current appearance, she felt very sad!

She gritted her teeth and was determined to find a woman better than Lin Yinan for her son.

In the yard, after Lin Yiheng and his sister left, Su Yunzhi's expression immediately turned cold, and his already pale face became even paler than snow.

"Give it to me!" He stretched out his right hand towards Jixiang with a cold tone.

Jixiang shuddered, then put the medicine that Lin Yinan had given her into his hands.

Su Yunzhi held the wound in his hand, stood up and went back to the house, and glanced at Jixiang before closing the door.

"Pack up and get out!"

Jixiang was so scared that he quickly moved the chairs under the corridor, then hurried out of the yard with the basin of water.

Su Yunzhi returned to the low couch, holding two bottles of medicine tightly in his hands. He slowly closed his eyes, his face calm and without any clues.

After leaving the Su family, Lin Yinan went to find her uncle Lin Qingxiang. The pottery making process was complicated, and she needed to prepare some tools.

Lin Qingxiang was a little surprised by her arrival, thinking that she wanted to make some new furniture again.

"Anan, how come you have time to come here?"

Lin Yinan took out the sketch he had drawn last night and said with a smile: "Uncle Xiang, I came to ask you to make something. Do you think this can be made?"

Lin Qingxiang took the blueprint and looked at it carefully. "What is this? It's a strange thing. Does the disk rotate?"

Lin Yinan pointed to the picture and explained to him, "This is a throwing tool used for making pottery. It is a pottery shaping tool that can be rotated. The pottery making process uses the force of rotation to pull the clay into the desired shape."

"You want to make pottery?"

"I found some clay and wanted to see if I could make pottery out of it."

Lin Qingxiang secretly complained in his heart that there was nothing she couldn't accomplish.

"How many of these do you want to make?" Lin Qingxiang asked.

"Make ten for me. When will they be ready?"

Lin Qingxiang: "This is not difficult. I'll give it to you once I've finished it."

Lin Yinan waved his hand, "There's no rush for this, take your time."

Afterwards, Lin Yinan left after finalizing some details with Lin Qingxiang.

As for whether Lin Qingxiang could do it, she was not worried at all. After two years of training, the craftsmanship of the construction carpentry team led by Lin Qingxiang had improved by leaps and bounds. They could also create various complex and exquisite furniture, which were sold to Nanzhou Prefecture, Cangwu County and other places, and were deeply loved by the majority of users.

When Lin Yinan returned to the county government office, he asked Lin Fu to help him write a recruitment notice and post it on the bulletin board outside the city gate.

Some villagers who went to the city to do business saw the recruitment notice and hurried back to the village with their empty baskets. There was a craftsman in their village who could make pottery.

Quanzi and his wife, who went into the mountains to cut grass early in the morning, returned with a full load. They were stopped at the entrance of the village by the villagers who were rushing back.

"Quanzi, the county government is looking for craftsmen who can make pottery. Hurry up and sign up."

Quanzi, whose head was blocked by a large basket of grass behind him, raised his head with difficulty and looked at the person who came. "Are you telling the truth?"

"I just came back from the county town. The red recruitment paper was posted on the bulletin board and everyone saw it. If you don't believe me, go ask the people who came back to the city today. I tell you, you should sign up quickly. I heard that the monthly salary given is very generous!" The villager said excitedly.

A villager asked curiously, "How much is the monthly salary?"

The man held up three fingers.

"300 wen?"

The villager shook his head.

"Three taels, a full three taels of silver!!"

The villagers exclaimed and their eyes widened.

"Oh my goodness, there is so much silver!"

"Three or two a month!"

Some villagers began to wonder why they didn't know how to make pottery.

They looked at Quanzi with envy, and the scene of him returning home with three taels of silver every month appeared in their minds.

Three taels of silver is almost the income of an ordinary villager for half a year.

"If Quanzi can get the job, his family will be the richest family in their village in the future!" The villagers couldn't help but sigh.

Quanzi rubbed his hands awkwardly. Through his open collar, everyone could see his shoulders were red from being weighed down by the backpack, but he didn't feel any pain at all and just smiled innocently.

"I don't know if people will appreciate our craftsmanship."

Quanzi's wife looked at her husband with excitement, "His father, just go and try it!"

Seeing his mild temper, the villagers were worried for him and hurriedly urged him, "Quanzi, hurry up and sign up. The recruitment notice said that only five people are needed. If you go too late, there may not be a spot!"

An enthusiastic villager came forward and took off the backpack from him.

Quan Zi looked at his wife beside him with some embarrassment, "Wife, then I'll go?"

Quanzi's wife pushed him and said, "Dad, go quickly. I'm at home!"

"Hey, I'll go right away."

With his wife's permission, Quanzi ran towards Longtan County.

The Longtan notice board was crowded with people. Quanzi squeezed into the crowd and excitedly read the recruitment notice word by word five times.

When he saw that the moon silver was three taels, his heart began to beat violently.

His family has been pottery craftsmen for five generations. Relying on the ancestral skills, he believes that he has the ability to get this job.

After reading it three times, he went into the city and went to the county government to register.

Recruitment was in progress, and Lin Yinan was not idle either. She selected a sloping piece of land on a hill outside the city to build a kiln.

By the time Lin Qingxiang had made the pottery throwing mold, the recruitment was complete. The notice stated that five people were being recruited, but in fact twelve were recruited.

Lin Yinan was a layman and knew nothing about Jian Kiln pottery making.

When she recruited enough people, she planned to hand over the matter to someone who knew the business.

Professional people do professional things.

Of course, the style and pattern of the porcelain to be fired must be made according to her requirements. She hopes that this project can bring profits to Longtan.

She took the person to the slope outside the city that she had chosen.

"I want to build the kiln here. Do you have any opinions or suggestions?"

The twelve successful applicants were able to start work right away, but they didn't know that the city lord hadn't even built the kiln yet.

Many of them know nothing about this.

Only one young man stood up and walked around the slope.