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Chapter 51 Second Uncle Faces Compensation
"I didn't even call you to come before, why did you come back suddenly this time, and you plan to stay for a while, tell me honestly, what are you doing all this for? Could it be for someone or something?" Zhao Moyi Looking expectantly at Meng Junzhuo, his eyes were full of curiosity.

Meng Junzhuo reached out for a cup of tea, took a simple sip, and savored the aroma of the tea.

"I came back this time... because of something..."

When Zhao Mo heard this, his eyes straightened. It was really unprecedented for Meng Junzhuo to say such a thing.

"what's up?"

Holding the teacup, Meng Junzhuo raised his eyes, met Zhao Mo's gaze seriously and said, "I found a long-lost inspiration in this place...."

Zhao Mo: "..."

"So, after thinking for a long time, I decided to go back to this place to find the reason behind the inspiration."

Meng Junzhuo told Zhao Mo the truth, which was also a secret that had been hidden in his heart.

At the beginning, he went to remote mountainous areas to live with left-behind children and feel everything about them. He created the work "Stars Come From Afar", which has attracted much attention, and won the Newcomer Writer Award.Everyone is looking forward to his next work, and the book company is urging him to write new works as soon as possible.

No one knows that after he created the star from afar, he encountered a bottleneck. It is a terrible thing for a creator to have no inspiration. He cannot create new things and has no ideas. Even if he tries to inspire inspiration, there is nothing redundant. idea.

He came here a few years ago, and after a few days of staying, he found new inspiration. In Zhao Mo's Moranju hut, he wrote a manuscript all night, and a new inspiration came out, which seemed to explode The whole night, he was very satisfied with the content of that night, and then turned back to Shanghai. After returning, his thoughts seemed to suddenly dry up again, without direction.

So, Meng Junzhuo is back again.

Zhao Mo was shocked when he heard Meng Junzhuo's words, and lamented that his small yard had brought such a big impact on Meng Junzhuo. He wanted to express his support for Meng Junzhuo's creation properly, and the hut belonged to Meng Junzhuo. Excellent.

"Welcome back." Zhao Mo looked at Meng Junzhuo and smiled.

Meng Junzhuo looked at him, smiled faintly, and replied, "Thank you."

That night, Meng Junzhuo went back to the hut he lived in years ago.

He looked at the familiar layout around him, closed his eyes, and tried hard to find inspiration, but unfortunately, he didn't feel redundant.

The content of creation is sometimes just a thought. When the inspiration comes, I can’t stop it. I thought that when I came to Zhao Mo’s hut, I would find the previous creative inspiration again. Unfortunately, after a long time of hard work, I couldn’t find it. get.

Over the years, at home and abroad, I have been to many places to find new inspirations. Sometimes I suddenly have other ideas and inspirations, but they are not strong. There has never been a time when the inspiration was stronger than that night.

The state of that night, until now, still makes him feel emotional. If he maintains such enthusiasm and state, the work will definitely be even better.

But now, it stopped again.

The purpose of Meng Junzhuo's return was to regain that feeling, but he couldn't find the feeling that had arisen all night.

What is the reason?
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The time to return to Shanghai is getting closer, Li Yuan has already started to prepare things for Tong Xiaojing to take back, fearing that she will not get used to the taste of Shanghai, so she specially asks the third aunt to pickle some favorite pickles for her.

"Xiaojing, after going back this time, work hard. You don't have to worry at home. Your father and I will take care of ourselves." Li Yuan took Tong Xiaojing back to the house, and stuffed a small cloth bag into her hand: " This is what Mom prepared for you, you take it."

Tong Xiaojing gently opened the cloth bag and took a look. Inside was 1 yuan in cash, all of which were brand new, as if they had just been taken out of the bank.

"Mom, this..."

"This is when I was looking at the flower shop in the past few years. When I was free, I made money helping the embroidery of the shop next door. Your father didn't even know that I still have this small treasury." Li Yuan smiled and took Tong Xiaojing's He clenched his hands tightly, "I originally planned to wait for you to find someone you like, and give you something as a red envelope. You have grown up and have someone you like, so I can give it to you now."

"Mom, I..." Tong Xiaojing looked at her mother's serious expression, and felt a little helpless in her heart. She and Xu Mingyu had already broken up, and no one in the family knew about it.

She still kept the [-] from the second uncle in the card and waited to find a suitable opportunity to return it. Now that her mother is like this, how can she take it.

"Son, you just take what Mom gave you. I wanted to give it to you last time before you went out. At that time, the money was all small change. I didn't feel embarrassed to take it. I went to the bank to change it into whole pieces. They are all new." Li Yuan smiled, and squeezed Tong Xiaojing's hand: "You still have a long way to go, don't be restrained where you have money."

"En." Tong Xiaojing nodded, her parents are like this, so she has nothing to hesitate.

Her father is busy in the workshop, helping her second uncle. Tong Xiaojing also wants to help make purple pottery. She is about to go back to Shanghai. No one will let her work in the workshop, but let her adjust her body and mind, and go back to work hard.

In desperation, Tong Xiaojing had no choice but to help cook at home, and then packed it and sent it to the workshop.

There are still two months left for the purple pottery that Dong Shusheng and his wife ordered. The second uncle has just made the first batch. There are only nine pots in total. In a month's time, if the second uncle started now, he would still need to work overtime to complete it, but the second uncle's injury was there, so how to do it now.

Tong Xiaojing came to the workshop, and as soon as she entered the room, she heard Sun Zhe's voice from inside.

"If it doesn't work, please ask a few masters from Wanyao Village to help. The production process can be controlled in place. Dong Shusheng didn't personally check whether the master made it. We only need to control the quality in place, otherwise it will be fine."

After Sun Zhe's words came out, Tong Tianhai followed suit.

"Although it's inappropriate to do this, but the time is tight and the task is heavy, I think this is also a feasible method. Now there are only two months left, and your hands and feet still need time to recover. At all..."

"No."

Before Tong Tianhai could finish speaking, Tong Tianming angrily scolded: "I always stick to one thing in Tianming Workshop. Since I promised Dong Shusheng and his wife that I would help him finish it with my own hands, I will definitely help them finish it with my own hands."

Hearing this, Tong Tianhai replied helplessly: "What are you doing now? If you can't complete the work within the specified time, Dong Shusheng will blame you, and you will have to bear the liquidated damages."

(End of this chapter)