dumb wife farming

Chapter 870 Do you think I will let him sit on the throne?

"Mother, I'm back!" Every time Zhuang Zhuang came home from school, the first thing he did was to call his mother.But today he found out that he didn't hear anything after shouting several times.

Shen Yu stayed in the county town for the past two days and lived in a restaurant. Zhuang Zhuang was alone, abandoned Qin Jin, and rushed into Shen An's bedroom. Sure enough, his mother was already lying on the kang. Fell asleep.

Zhuang Zhuang moved up smoothly, smacked Song Yao's face, and then moved his short legs contentedly to get down, but he was caught just after kissing Song Yao, and the little guy came from behind He was directly lifted up.

"Daddy, what are you doing!" Zhuang Zhuang knew without turning his head that the person carrying him must be Shen An.

"You steal a kiss." Shen An's tone was stinking, he hadn't gotten any advantage yet, but let this brat get ahead of him.

"Mother told me a story before, that the princess is asleep, and the prince will kiss her, and the princess will wake up." The little guy said it very confidently, with a serious face on his face.

"Oh, if your mother is the princess, shouldn't the prince be me?" Shen An asked, looking down at the brat.

"No, I'm the prince, Daddy, you are the general." Zhuang Zhuang shook his head, obviously not agreeing with Shen An's words.

Shen An: "..." Unable to refute...

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Things on the porcelain firing side seemed to be progressing faster than expected. A few days later, the first classical vase jointly fired by Song Yao and Zheng Xinyue came out. Since it was the first finished product, it still looked like It's a bit rough, but it's already beautiful.

It was at this time that Zheng Xinyue discovered Qin Jin's existence, and the man came in with a great sense of oppression, making people afraid to look directly at him.

Qin Jin reached out to pick up the vase, raised his eyebrows lightly, and asked Song Yao, "Are these patterns the ones you drew before?"

"Well, not bad." Qin Jin nodded.

Seeing Qin Jin's expression like that of a leader, Song Yao pursed her lips and looked disgusted.

"This is just the first finished product, but fortunately, the process is going smoothly." Song Yao was still very happy when she mentioned this: "We will start recruiting workers after we burn out a better finished product. kiln."

Qin Jin raised his eyebrows. The development of the matter was beyond his expectation. Now that Song Yao can take care of it, he should think of a way.Occasionally, Winterfell has become the county magistrate, and I'm afraid there will be movement in the capital soon.

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Five days later, the first relatively perfect vase came out. The pattern Song Yao chose was a picture of a lady drawn by herself based on modern memories. When Qin Jin took this vase, Qin Jin was also a little surprised .

"How is it? Isn't it amazing?" Song Yao hugged the cute child and looked at Qin Jin proudly.

"Have you figured out how to sell the thing?" Qin Jin looked left and right, and couldn't help admiring: "This thing is very different from the popular porcelain in the capital, and the color of this porcelain is much finer and lighter.

"That's because the soil here is very different from that over there. But the most important thing right now is to recruit workers. Of course, you can't burn too much, and the focus is on refinement. As for selling, the third child It will come soon, the eldest brother and the second brother are still in the Western Regions, so they can be sold. "Song Yao has been thinking about the issue of sales.

"Yes, my third uncle will be back soon!" Zhuang Zhuang liked being hugged by Song Yao very much, and the little guy leaned on Song Yao's back, and said to Qin Jin with a proud face.

"Did you memorize all the things you were asked to memorize this morning? Come down quickly, and I'll check in a quarter of an hour." Qin Jin looked at his son's smug face, and his face drooped immediately.

Although Zhuang Zhuang was a bit unwilling, he could not disobey Qin Jin's words, so the aunt immediately got out of Song Yao's arms, and little claws ran out with the book in their arms.

Soon the little guy's voice came from outside, Song Yao frowned slightly, she looked up at Qin Jin: "Are you too strict with this child, even... even if he wants to go that way in the future ..."

"You think I'll let him sit in that position?" Qin Jin cut his face amusedly, and Song Yao was surprised by that nonchalant tone.

　Qin Jin: You will never have the chance to be emperor in this lifetime.

　　Strong: Hmph!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)