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Chapter 7 That person's name is Meng Junzhuo
Li Yuan hesitated when she heard Tong Xiaojing's words, and just looked at Tong Xiaojing.

Tong Xiaojing looked at her mother, she knew that it was somewhat inappropriate to ask such a question at this time, after all, it was so late.

Father and mother deliberately did not mention Qian Wenhai in front of their second uncle. She was quite worried about what was hidden behind it.

"Well, some things can't be hidden, I'll tell you that." Li Yuan sighed, pulled a chair over by her apron, and sat down: "Your second uncle is just too stubborn, so the money Wen Hai is not a good person..."

From her mother's mouth, Tong Xiaojing learned about the grievances between her second uncle and Qian Wenhai.

Second Uncle has always been concentrating on the research of purple pottery techniques. His skills can be described as proficient. He devoted himself to the pottery making career and could not turn back. Second Uncle didn't like chasing fame and fortune, but Qian Wenhai took advantage of this loophole.

Qian Wenhai came to Zitao Street three years ago. At the beginning, no one knew him. He was dressed in ordinary clothes. His father died shortly after he was seriously ill. He wanted to pray for his old father. He hoped to be an apprentice in Tianming Workshop and learn pottery making skills from his second uncle. He wanted to make a delicate purple pottery pot for his father. .

After Tong Tianming learned of Qian Wenhai's original intention, he was deeply moved. In addition, Qian Wenhai has some artistic skills and can learn techniques very quickly. The second uncle personally taught Tong Tianming the professional operation for more than a month. It took three months to complete an exquisite purple pottery pot for Qian Wenhai's old father.

After Qian Wenhai saw the pot, he immediately took out 3 yuan to express his gratitude to his second uncle for his hard work. He wanted to give the pot to his old father as soon as possible, and he would cherish it even if his old father left.

The second uncle was moved by Qian Wenhai's true feelings and did not intend to take his money, but Qian Wenhai insisted on keeping the money and leaving.

Qian Wenhai left in a hurry, leaving no extra words at all.

"Your second uncle is an honest man, and he wanted to return the money to Qian Wenhai as soon as possible, and asked someone to look for Qian Wenhai's traces everywhere. Guess where Qian Wenhai went?" Li Yuan's expression sank when she said this. : "This guy made up his mind from the very beginning to come for your second uncle's craftsmanship."

Tong Xiaojing listened to her mother's words quietly, she did not expect her second uncle to be deceived by Qian Wenhai in this way.

Where did Qian Wenhai get his old father who was seriously ill? All these were lies made up by him in order to get a beautifully crafted purple pottery pot from his second uncle.

After Qian Wenhai got the purple pottery pot from his second uncle, he turned around and participated in the provincial Gongmei Cup craft competition and won the grand prize.

Since then, Qian Wenhai has regarded himself as a master of purple pottery crafts, set up his own studio in Wanyao Village, sold purple pottery crafts, and recently held a purple pottery exhibition, which attracted the attention of many people.

After the second uncle knew about this, he went to Qian Wenhai's studio in person and threw the 3 yuan on him.

His things, even if they were scrapped, would not be sold to someone like Qian Wenhai.

"Qian Wenhai got what he wanted, and he treats your second uncle like he did before. He has long put his boss' airs and belittled his stubbornness. He can't get ahead in his life, so he guards his Tianming workshop until he can't last. until."

As Li Yuan said, she sighed helplessly: "It's true that your second uncle has been sticking to his job in Wanyao Village for so many years, and he just wants to pass on the purple pottery skills to more people, so that more people like purple pottery. , never coveted fame and wealth, if he really coveted money and power, why would Qian Wenhai have anything to do with it!"

Listening to her mother's words, Tong Xiaojing frowned slightly: "That Qian Wenhai, does he know how to make pottery?"

"How can he compare with your second uncle? Your second uncle is an expert. He was appraised as the inheritor of intangible heritage. Although I don't know much about this, I know that it has been officially certified. Then Qian Wenhai is a pure A businessman, he is eloquent and eloquent. He doesn’t know how to make pottery at all. Many of the purple pottery produced in his studio are machine-made and mass-produced. Your second uncle is different, every piece of his pottery is made by him, from mud making to glazing, all are done by himself, and the value reflected is different."

Tong Xiaojing looked at her mother's earnest appearance. Her mother's temperament was more gentle. It has been more than ten years since she opened a small flower shop on Zitao Street. , What kind of trauma did the second uncle suffer in his heart.

The second uncle didn't care that the work he worked hard for three months was used as a wedding dress for someone. What he cared about was Qian Wenhai's original intention for purple pottery.

Tong Xiaojing listened, feeling very uncomfortable.

The mother and daughter chatted until late at night, Tong Tianhai got up thirsty and saw their mother and daughter still sitting in the courtyard with a puzzled expression.

"What are you doing?"

Without waiting for her mother to respond, Tong Xiaojing immediately stood up: "I am chatting with my mother. I haven't come back for a long time. I am so excited that I can't sleep."

Li Yuan helped with a smile and said, "Yeah, we're talking about what we plan to eat tomorrow, my daughter is the little greedy cat who cares most about food."

"Mom, how can you say that about others, but I will continue to eat steam pot chicken tomorrow." Tong Xiaojing said with a smile, "I miss the days when the air is full of meat fragrance."

Seeing Tong Xiaojing like this, Tong Tianhai smiled and muttered, "Little glutton."

That night, Tong Xiaojing was lying on the bed, covered with a brand new quilt, but kept thinking back to her childhood, when she followed her second uncle, running around in the workshop, watching the masters pull embryos, Watching the masters burn the stove, thanks to the second uncle, she knew how to choose soil when she was eight years old.

When making purple pottery, the first step is to choose mineral materials. She can smell what kind of mineral materials are good, and also check whether the color is correct. The most interesting thing is that when choosing soil, she often puts the soil Crush it and hold it in your hand.

The soil materials for making purple pottery are very particular. The selected soil contains a lot of iron elements, which is also the reason for its reddish color. You can distinguish good soil from the color and taste. She likes it the most. The most important thing is to crush the soil and hold it in your hand to feel the graininess of the soil.

For the next few days at home, she plans to go to the workshop to find her second uncle and spend time with him, but before that, she still has one thing to do.

That is to go to that person... She accidentally hurt him, and she has to formally apologize.

Early the next morning, Tong Xiaojing got up, ate a few mouthfuls of breakfast, and then went out.

She first went to the market to buy a basket of fruits, some local specialty pastries, and a bouquet of flowers.

After getting everything ready, she went to the inpatient department of the hospital.

The inpatient department is not big, so she asked about Meng Junzhuo's ward, Ward 5 on the 20th floor, from the nurse.

When she called the police to take notes, she wrote down the man's name, Meng Junzhuo.

Tong Xiaojing looked at the sign of Ward 5-20, took a deep breath, then opened the door with her things in her arms and walked in.

(End of this chapter)