[Marriage first, love later] She is happy after marrying a widower

"We two would like to ask the shopkeeper if there is any place in Qinghe where Ming tiles are sold."

"Ming tiles? There are two. One is the Hongyun Kiln Factory owned by Mr. Zhang, the one who had a conflict with you yesterday, and the other is called Changlong Kiln Factory.

Of these two, Hongyun Kiln Factory has the best business. Changlong Kiln Factory has not been able to sell any bricks and tiles in the past two years."

Shopkeeper Xu sighed as he spoke, and it seemed that he was somewhat familiar with the people at the Chimelong Kiln Factory.

"Where are the two kilns?"

"Both families are located in Shilipu, south of the city."

Shilipo in the south of the city is actually no longer in Qinghe County, but is located ten miles away from the city.

When Han Heming and Song Yanzhi drove their carriage to Shilipo outside the city, they saw rows of green bricks and tiles piled on the open ground, which was quite spectacular.

Of course, the kiln factory that can have such a spectacular scene must not be the Chimelong Kiln Factory, but the prosperous Hongyun Kiln Factory.

Don’t even mention that Zhang Yaozu is such a arrogant kid. If anyone else had such a large kiln factory, I’m afraid he would want to walk sideways.

Of course, Hongyun Kiln Factory was not Han Heming and Song Yanzhi's first choice. After all, they could not do such a thing as beating up the young master and then giving him money to allow the young master to continue to cheat people.

The kiln factory they were going to was the Chimelong Kiln Factory.

To go to Changlong Kiln Factory, you have to pass Hongyun Kiln Factory.

Well, this is probably a kiln factory.

Song Yanzhi and Han Heming looked at the small, dilapidated houses in front of them. There were several rows of bricks and tiles on a small piece of open space in front of the houses.

This amount of bricks and tiles is not as much as the bricks and tiles that family brought home to build a house.

"Is anyone here?"

When they just walked past the Hongyun Kiln Factory, they saw many workers busy pulling bricks and tiles and stacking them.

There is not a single person here.

"What do you want? Buying bricks and tiles?"

An old man in his fifties walked out of the cave. He was wearing gray clothes and was covered in dust, even his eyebrows were covered in dust.

He looked at Han Heming and Song Yanzhi and asked uncertainly.

"Old man, do you have any tiles for sale?"

Han Heming continued the old man's words.

"Yes, yes, yes, just follow me."

When the old man heard that someone came to buy his tiles, a smile appeared on his face.

Han Heming and Song Yanzhi followed the old man into a room that was covered with dry straw, making it impossible to see what was inside.

Soon, the old man gave the answer.

The old man lifted up the dry straw, and underneath it were tiles, neatly stacked in rows.

"You have so many tiles at home?"

Han Heming looked at the old man in confusion. Ming tiles are expensive and not many people can afford them. Ordinary people would not buy too many if they wanted to.

Generally, brick kilns do not produce Taiming tiles. They mostly produce bricks and tiles, which are easy to sell and are indispensable for every household to build a house.

This brick kiln has more bricks and tiles than Ming tiles, which is obviously abnormal.

"Well, that's all in the past, so let's not talk about it. I wonder how many tiles you two want? If you want a lot, I can give you a discount."

"Oh, I wonder how much your Ming tiles are selling for?"

Song Yanzhi picked up a piece of Ming tile and weighed it in her hand. The tiles from this shop were white and translucent, and the quality was really good.

"Twenty cents a piece."

Normal black tiles are five cents a piece, bright tiles are three cents a piece, but this one is fifty cents a piece. This is a big price reduction.

Song Yanzhi and Han Heming looked at each other. Seeing that they were silent, the old man thought that they thought the price of Ming tiles was too expensive, so he gritted his teeth.

"If you can buy more than ten pieces, I'll sell them to you at eighteen cents."

This price is much lower than what Song Yanzhi and Han Heming had estimated.

"Old man, why are your tiles so cheap, but the quality is not up to standard?"

In modern times, there are things like glass bricks. Song Yanzhi had never seen Ming tiles, so she didn't know what good Ming tiles looked like.

"Nonsense! My family's Ming tiles are the best in the entire Qinghe County. The Ming tiles made by Hongyun Kiln Factory are not even one percent as good as mine."

The old man suddenly became emotional. Everyone said that the bricks and tiles from Hongyun Kiln Factory were good, so they all went to Hongyun Kiln Factory to buy bricks and tiles. However, they didn't know that Hongyun's bricks and tiles were the worst.

"Old man, don't get excited. I just don't understand why your Mingwa is so cheap."

After hearing Song Yanzhi's words, the emotional old man suddenly lowered his head like a defeated rooster and sighed.

"Well, as you can see, no one is buying my bricks and tiles. Once these last few bricks and tiles are sold, the kiln will close."

If you want to blame someone, blame him. If it weren't for Zhang Hongyun's despicable tactics, the kiln factory would have been squeezed out by Zhang Hongyun.

Song Yanzhi's heart sank when she heard this. This old man was obviously a craftsman who was obsessed with bricks and tiles. She wondered how sad he would be if the kiln was going to be closed.

"Old man, how many bricks and tiles are left in your house?"

Originally, Song Yanzhi and Han Heming discussed using earth walls and tiles to build a greenhouse, which would save a lot of money. Seeing the pitiful old man, Han Heming felt pity for him.

"There are not many bricks left, only about 10,000, and more than 20,000 tiles."

"I want 80,000 green bricks. Can you still open the kiln?"

Han Heming just calculated in his mind that he would need about 80,000 green bricks and 9,000 tiles to build a greenhouse on two acres of land.

When the old man heard Han Heming's words, his eyes lit up. As long as someone wanted his bricks, he would continue to make bricks and tiles.

"I can do it, but I don't have any workers at home right now, so the kiln might not be able to fire up that quickly. It will take about half a month. Do you think you can wait?"

"Okay, then I'll need 80,000 green bricks and 9,000 bright tiles. I wonder how you calculate the price of bricks and tiles."

"Since you are so kind, I will give you something cheaper. My bricks originally cost one tael of silver per cubic meter. The bricks you want are about 145 and a half cubic meters. I will charge you 800 coins per cubic meter.

Mingwa will give you fifteen cents a piece, what do you think?"

"Okay, let's do as the old man says. But my home is in Red Stone Town. I wonder if you can deliver the goods there?"

"Of course it's okay."

Han Heming and the old man agreed, Han Heming gave fifty taels as a deposit, agreed on a delivery date with the old man and left his address, then he and Song Yanzhi took their leave.

After returning to Qinghe County, the two took the children for a tour and stayed overnight in Qinghe County. The next day, Ma Hongbing took the children and their family back to Hongya Village.

When the carriage arrived at the door of her house, Song Yanzhi jumped off and found that there was already a carriage parked at the door.

Perhaps hearing their voices, the carriage curtain was lifted and an old man with a white beard walked down from the carriage.

Behind the man, there were two people. One of them was carrying a large box, looking like a servant, and the other was standing with a sword in his hand, probably a guard.