Migrant workers who entered the system refused to work overtime

Chapter 12 Parental Love · Part [-]

Somewhere in the parallel layer, the ghost-like 446 is scratching its head and screaming in despair.

"Are you crazy, Kaizhi's puppet is so fierce?"

He couldn't even beat him at the second stage of this martial art.

Taking advantage of the gap between system updates, 446 temporarily requisitioned Song Xiang's body, intending to take the opportunity to seize Song Zhixi's puppet body.Who knew it would be blown up by the little girl.Now that he was beaten back to a parallel time and space, if the system knew about it, he would definitely call him an idiot.

Cooperate with myself to be deflated at both ends.

It's all the fault of the damned Song Hongchun!
To say that Song Hongchun is also a wonderful workman, as a well-known craftsman in the north of the city, Father Song is the most capable of honoring his ancestors and becoming a tribute craftsman.

Ah, you ask what is a tribute craftsman?

Oh, to work for the one who holds the power.

Tribute craftsmen are no different from ordinary craftsmen. They are skilled and efficient, and they can be called the best in all walks of life.If it weren't for the strict selection of tribute craftsmen, most people still hoped that their children could learn a craft and try their luck.

But because they only take No.1 in the industry, it means that it is more difficult for a tribute craftsman than to study for an official.So everyone broke up in a rush, because the merits of hundreds of craftsmen are still despised by others.

The disdain here is like saying that grapes are sour if you can't eat grapes.

But some people are born to eat this bowl of rice, they don't care if it is a humble job, because they just have a drive in it, and their initial imagination of the world comes from these more figurative things.

Such as Song Hongchun.

The reason is that when Song's father was young, he smashed a big Sanhua bowl from his grandmother, which is said to have been brought by his grandfather from the outer suburbs.It's not that the things in the outer suburbs are so precious, but that the grandmother often uses that bowl of steamed cakes for the children in the family.

If the bowl is broken, no one in the whole family can eat it.

And Song Hongchun was at the bottom, often crying because he couldn't grab the other children.Song's mother had no choice but to weave and work for others, and exchanged some rough rice and rough noodles, not to mention fresh food for the family where food and clothing were a problem.

To Xiao Song, being able to eat a bite of cake is a treat only during Chinese New Year.

But now he broke the only utensil for making cakes, and he can only use a small bowl with double the firewood to make it in the future.Grandma is diligent and thrifty. Compared with the tedious work of steaming two or three times, she will definitely give up this item directly.

It was at that time that Father Song, who was driven by instinct, showed his talent as a tribute craftsman for the first time——

He made a bowl that was exactly like the original except for the bottom stamp.Grandma didn't notice it, and even secretly sighed how the bowl felt more solid.

In this way, the bowl of steamed cake was eaten by Xiao Song Hongchun from Chuipiao to weak crown.

Until the bowl was broken when my sister-in-law swept it.

The sister-in-law was scared out of her wits.Mrs. Song is a big house, and she cherishes her one-acre three-point land the most. She also dislikes her son for being lazy and her daughter-in-law for being lazy.If she really wanted to let her know that the utensils left by her grandmother had been dropped, she might force Song Hongchun's elder brother to divorce her.

No matter how bad Mrs. Song's reputation is, outsiders will think it's her fault, and when the time comes, she won't be able to speak clearly, which will only increase troubles.

Seeing his sister-in-law's face pale, Song Hongchun repeated the old trick without even thinking about it, and secretly mixed the bowl into the new kiln of the kiln factory.

Also this time, he was caught by the watchman passing by the kiln factory.

The people in the kiln factory didn't believe that he borrowed the kiln fire secretly, and decided that he was here to steal it. After several times of stalemate, they alerted the government.The government pays attention to personal evidence and physical evidence in judging cases. There are certifications, but there is no physical evidence.

Song Hongchun said the only physical evidence to prove his innocence, but the kiln insisted that it was made by himself.

So the master at that time came up with an idea for the county magistrate.

"Whoever can make it, it belongs to him."

Restoration is a piece of cake for the craftsmen who handle it.

Xiao Song didn't dare to hide his clumsiness, the other party looked at it carefully for a while, and seemed to know it well.There are obvious differences between the two parties. Almost no one on the field believes that a young child knows how to make molds, how to glaze, and how to burn porcelain.

Obviously, the kiln is the specialty.

But the strange thing is that Song Hongchun not only accurately grasped the weight of the pottery clay, but also calculated the fineness of the pottery after kiln transformation.Facing two bowls of the same size, his fineness is obviously closer to the one just out of the kiln.

One stone caused a thousand waves of waves, and the news that the Song family's son had won the Kiln Factory Seiko was widely spread, and gradually lost his original appearance.Everyone said that he had the potential to be a tribute craftsman, and some people even began to mention the outstanding daughter of the family to Song Hongchun.

"Your mother and I met at that time."

Oh Song Ji Hee's parental love.

Chen Tong yawned, but wasn't this senior too into the drama?

The Song family's sister-in-law naturally admired Song Hongchun because of this.As an elder, she should have stood up to testify to her uncle, but because she wanted to hide the fact that she broke the bowl, she didn't dare to say a word.

Song Hongchun resisted everything and solved all the problems by himself, so why not make her feel guilty!

After much deliberation, the sister-in-law of the Song family was going to introduce her distant cousin to him.

The cousin is born with a smiling face, and she looks shy and cute even if she doesn't smile.She never talks much, and she is diligent. She has a hand in all the big and small things in the aunt's house, and she is very down-to-earth and serious.More importantly, she doesn't love to gossip, and Song Hongchun, who is skilled in craftsmanship, takes care of each other, so she can rest assured.

The only shortcoming is probably that this cousin has a weird temper, she often talks to herself, sometimes she would sit up suddenly at night and sigh, and shed tears when she didn't come.

The aunt only sighed that she was not a man, and worried that she would be rejected because of this when she went to her husband's house.But my sister-in-law knew Song Hongchun's character and believed that he would treat Feifei well.

"Yang Feifei, my wife and your mother's name."

Father Song tucked in the quilt for his cheap daughter, and sat on the edge of the bed watching Qingbai in the courtyard telling her about the past.Chen Tong didn't care about these old sesame seeds and rotten millet, and her heart was still firmly tied to Rosin in the woodshed.

The girl stayed in the firewood room for an hour, as if she had changed, her eyes were still as clear and stupid as last night, and she was completely different from the sharp act of killing her halfway.

……

Is it really good at acting or is there something else hidden?

"Do you think she is stupid?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah."

One dares to ask, the other dares to answer.

It's just that the channels are not on the same line.

The cheap old father curled his lips, "Why don't you go to bed first, and we can talk later?"

Chen Tong nodded decisively.

Say more and make more mistakes, and let the other party find out that you are an intern.

……

month to midday.

The black figure, draped in a large blanket, crept across the corridor, avoiding the thorny pomegranate trees, and slipped to the firewood shed next to the kitchen.

Like in the TV series, Chen Tong licked his fingers and stuck a small hole in the paper window.

In the next second, an eye suddenly appeared on the other side of the small hole, almost scaring away the fire pocket in Chen Tong's hand.

"Miss, miss! Rosin is innocent! Help me, miss!"

"Shh."

In shock, Chen Tong took out a disposable prop.

Hey, universal lock pick!

(End of this chapter)