Dad's business kingdom

Chapter 533 Primitive Society (3)

Early the next morning, Xiao Lin came to call Feng Xiang, and a middle-aged man also came.

"Second Uncle!" Feng Xiang greeted with a smile.

"Yeah!" The second uncle smiled and nodded.

"You fired that thing called pottery." The second uncle looked at Fengxiang with piercing eyes and asked.

"Father, and me..." Xiao Lin reminded from the side.

"Don't I know what your abilities are?" Second Uncle cast a glance at Xiao Lin and said.

Kobayashi pouted and said nothing.

"Yes!" Feng Xiang nodded.

"Hahaha, good boy, I saw you right." The second uncle laughed excitedly.

"Second!" At this moment, the father came out of the house.

Seeing his father, Feng Xiang was startled, today's father is a little different from the past, his face is more energetic, and the old look of depression is much less.

"Brother!" Second Uncle said respectfully.

His parents died early when he was young, and he was brought up by his elder brother, so he has respect for his elder brother from the heart.

"En!" Father nodded slightly, then turned to look at Fengxiang.

"You are going to continue firing pottery today, I will go with you."

Such a good thing must have some kind of secret, such a secret is in the hands of a child, and it is easy to be deceived, so he has to look at it.

"Brother, I'm here today to take a look with Xiao Xiang. We need to protect the things of our Feng family." The second uncle said with a smile.

"Then let's go together!"

After tidying up the crowd, Feng Xiang and Xiao Lin led the team and walked towards the river.

"What do we need to do, you just say hello." The second uncle said with a smile.

"Me too," said the father.

"Then do it together with us, you can make pottery whatever you want." Feng Xiang said.

"Row."

As he spoke, he took the red clay and kneaded all kinds of pottery that he could think of.

Today, people in the village were surprised to find that the four members of Feng's family were all playing with mud. This is really a great spectacle.

It is normal for children to play with mud, but it is a joke for adults to play with it.

In particular, one of them was the strongest person in the village ten years ago. The pride of the whole village has now been reduced to playing with mud.

The people who saw it looked at Da Zhuang with deep disappointment, this man is really useless.

"Village head, go and have a look, the Feng family is playing with mud, especially Da Zhuang, he has also started playing with mud." A middle-aged man approached the village head and said.

"What are you talking about?" the village head asked suspiciously, frowning.

The village head is a kind-hearted old man, holding a cane in his hand and wearing a tiger-skin suit.

"Village chief, two children, Feng Xiang and Feng Lin of the Feng clan, were playing with mud by the river yesterday, making all kinds of interesting things with the mud, and then roasting them in the fire, but today the fathers of the two families followed suit. They're playing with mud, isn't this a joke?"

"Feng Zhuang also went?" The village chief asked with a deep frown.

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded.

"Come on, let's go and see."

"it is good!"

After speaking, the middle-aged man took the village head and walked towards the river.

The village head quickly walked to the river, and saw two adults and two children playing in the mud at a glance.

"Da Zhuang..." the village chief said angrily.

In his opinion, adults do what children do, that is, they are not doing their jobs properly. Da Zhuang has always been optimistic about him, and he even wants to pass on the position of village chief to him. The day when Da Zhuang recovered, he did not expect such a result after waiting for so many years.

"Village chief..." Da Zhuang looked up suspiciously.

"Da Zhuang, stand up for me." The village head walked up to Da Zhuang and shouted angrily.

"Village chief, what's wrong with you?" Da Zhuang stood up, his tall body was like Mount Tai, looking down at the village chief.

Feng Xiang and the others also stopped what they were doing, and looked at the village chief suspiciously.

"Look at you, what are you doing, you are playing with mud like a child." The village chief shouted anxiously.

"Village chief, we..." Second Uncle said.

"And you, Feng Shui, although you don't have great talent, you are still a capable person, and you can play with mud anyway." The village chief pointed at the second uncle before he could finish speaking.

"Grandpa Village Chief, we are making pottery, and pottery is very useful." Xiao Lin muttered to the side.

"What do children know, don't talk nonsense." The middle-aged man beside the village chief frowned and said.

After finishing speaking, he looked at Da Zhuang with an optimistic face. His name is Bull Mountain. When he was young, he was pursuing Feng Xiang's mother, but Feng Xiang's mother married Da Zhuang, and then he and Da Zhuang formed a hatred .

Although Feng Xiang's mother has passed away now, he still has hatred for Da Zhuang, and whenever there is a slight possibility, he will step on Da Zhuang a few times.

In the past ten years, Da Zhuang has been decadent, which makes him very proud, and whenever he has the opportunity, he will show his face in front of Da Zhuang.

"Bull Mountain, you don't have a place to talk here." The second uncle glared at Bull Shan and said.

"Am I not right?" Bull Shan said angrily.

"Okay, don't make noise!" The village head roared angrily.

"Humph!" Second Uncle and Bull Shan groaned angrily at each other.

"You go back to me, don't play in the mud here." The village chief said.

"Grandpa Village Chief, we are here to burn pottery. This thing will greatly change our lives. If you don't know what pottery is, let me tell you." Feng Xiang said.

"Oh, what kind of pottery do you say you are burning, then tell me what it is." The village head looked at Fengxiang seriously and asked with a smile.

For the child Fengxiang, he is familiar with it, and his ability is even stronger than his father. When his father was ten years old, he was far from reaching Fengxiang's ability. For the child Fengxiang, he lamented the sadness of his life experience, And lamented the talent of this kid.

"Pottery is a carrier that can hold things." Fengxiang pointed to the pottery model on the ground and said: "This is a model of pottery. It is just a ball of mud now, but as long as it is fired in the furnace at high temperature, it can be fired. pottery."

"Village chief, what the child said is not very clear, let's burn one for you to see!" Da Zhuang said in a rare way.

The village chief looked at Da Zhuang for a long time before nodding his head and said, "Okay, show me the fire."

Feng Xiang carefully put the pottery model into the stove, then put some charcoal in the stove, and finally lit the charcoal, the temperature in the stove rose rapidly.

"What was that thing you put in the stove earlier?" The village chief came over and asked curiously.

"It's charcoal, which is easy to burn and produces a higher temperature, which is necessary for firing pottery." Feng Xiang explained.

"En!" The village chief nodded slightly.

"Grandpa the village chief, please wait slowly, it will take about five hours."

"it is good."

After speaking, the village chief walked to the slope and sat down.

(End of this chapter)