Nongmen Space: Farming lady is not easy to mess with

Chapter 201
The smile on Song Jiaming's face was almost unstoppable, he took a deep breath, and the strange smell rushed into his nose again, which made him feel bad all of a sudden.

Three hundred cash a month?
How dare she speak!
"Sister-in-law, when my father was a master craftsman in someone else's porcelain kiln, he only had two hundred coins a month." Song Jiaming tried his best to maintain a smiling face.

Dad has been an apprentice in a porcelain kiln since he was fifteen or sixteen, and has been a master craftsman all his life.If it weren't for the severe drought, the crops in the fields had failed, and the price of food had risen rapidly, their family would not have had to leave their hometown to flee famine.

Brother Changshun's skills were on par with his, so naturally he wasn't on par with his father as she said.

Originally, I wanted to pay two hundred Wen a month, but the lion opened his mouth and asked for three hundred Wen.
Guan Liuniang slapped her thigh, "That's right! Look, what is the price of food at this moment? It has doubled! Don't we have to double our wages? I think it took you so long to receive the price. Live, I don’t even want much, right?”

Song Jiaming clenched his fists with his hands on the stool, looked at Changshun who had been sitting there for a long time, and said patiently, "Sister-in-law, the drought has eased. When the early rice comes out, this year's grain prices will go down." .”

The old god Guan Liuniang was shaking his hands and grinning, "Brother Song family, we are not interested in painting big cakes. Isn't the early rice still coming out? Why don't you just ask my parents for three hundred renminbi first?" Go to work, when will the food price drop?"

She won't say the truth, anyway, if you come to ask for something, it's her family who has the final say!

Previously, my man was only a hundred pennies a month, and he was not a master.

But before that, he improved his skills in the village's public porcelain kiln, and was promoted by the girl to be a master chef.Then the master must have the salary of the master, otherwise, who wants to eat every day without being able to catch up with them, and delve into those things.

Song Jiaming's face turned pale, "Sister-in-law, you should think about it carefully, why don't you ask Brother Changshun what you mean?"

To put it bluntly, let's drive three hundred cash first, and when the time comes, can she stop making trouble?

Ask casually in the village, is she Guan Liuniang that kind of reasonable person?
Once this hole is opened, it will be impossible to close it at that time!
This is the first order I received, and I don't know where the next order will be, so how dare I promise such a high salary.

A girl who is so generous, asks people to watch the mountain and lives in the mountain, and has to take turns to keep watch at night, and it is only [-] yuan per household.

The work of the master craftsman of my own porcelain kiln is not light or light, and it is definitely not heavy.Those heavy jobs that everyone can do have just hired people, 150 yuan a month, and everyone is very happy.

He didn't intend to just stay the same, and when the porcelain kiln was revived and the orders increased, he would definitely not treat his brothers who worked hard together badly.

"Ah? Me?" Changshun rubbed his eyes, looked up and down Song Jiaming, who was sitting upright, and clicked his tongue, "Just listen to Liu Niang. If I don't go, can you get out of your job?"

"Heh" Song Jiaming smiled faintly, stood up on his knees, "It's getting late, I'll go back first."

"Okay, we're going to sleep too. Go to bed, really, don't come here if you're not sincere." The boss Guan Liuniang sent him out unhappily, slammed the door and muttered: "Sleep, anyway. It’s time to ask.”

Song Jiaming stood at the door and looked at the moon hanging in the sky. At most, he would shorten his sleep time at night. He pursed his lips, turned and walked downstairs without saying a word.

From a distance, I saw two figures, one tall and one short, standing beside the official road.The taller figure stood in front, and one could tell who it was by looking at the figure and outline.

"Girl, why are you here?" Song Jiaming raised a smile, looked at the person hiding half of Shu Yingtong's body, "Yongshan?"

"Brother Jia Ming."

"Go over there." Shu Yingtong pointed to a row of round stone blocks beside the official road, and walked there first.

Song Jiaming glanced at the room where the lights were turned off. He was not married yet, so he was not qualified to share a room alone.

Originally shared a room with Mingxia, separated into two rooms with wooden boards, but recently they have been very busy, most of the time they slept in the rest room over the porcelain kiln.

Presumably the girl has already found out his whereabouts, so she is waiting for him here.

"Looking at your expression, there is no agreement?" Shu Yingtong raised her chin towards the second floor opposite.

Song Jiaming touched the round stone pier with a wry smile, and sighed, "Speaking three hundred Wen, isn't this the starting price..."

"Threatening?" Shu Yingtong frowned and thought for a while, then raised her eyes to look at him steadily, "Then pick someone up from the apprenticeship and see who is talented and worth cultivating."

"This... is not impossible..." Song Jiaming lowered his eyes and thought about the previous apprentices, "There are two that I think are pretty good, but... it's too hasty, I'm afraid they will screw up."

"It's a good thing to be cautious, but true knowledge comes from practice." Shu Yingtong raised her hand and put the hair that was blown to her cheeks behind her ears, looked up at the moon that was half hidden in the clouds, and smiled easily, "Increasing the cost is the , How can you improve if you don't give them a chance to practice their hands?"

In her previous life, she was not a natural sharpshooter, and she was able to kill with one hit without missing a bullet, and that was all fed by bullets.

The cost of porcelain kilns is not too high.

It won't be a loss if you can feed a few with good skills. This account is easy to calculate.

"This... can this work?" Song Jiaming had never heard of this theory.

He learned how to burn porcelain bit by bit, starting from the most basic and simple ones, and only when he was very proficient did he have the opportunity to learn more difficult ones.

If there are too many defective products fired, they will be kicked out by the kiln owner!
Some apprentices have only been studying for a few months, some have been studying for a year or two and have a foundation in themselves, and two are talented and willing to work hard.

But I have never heard of taking money and directly throwing out the teacher...

"You are now the owner of the porcelain kiln. How other people do their own business is their business. Why do you want to be like others. After weighing the gains and losses, you will know that the account is not a loss. If you are afraid that you will leave immediately after learning the technology, sign the contract. "

The heart of defense is indispensable, and the contract is the most binding thing.

"Let me think..." Song Jiaming fell into a long silence.

It has only been three years since I made porcelain by myself, and I was just an apprentice who was about to graduate when I came here.

She didn't understand anything about the celadon that the girl was talking about.Not only did he not understand, but neither did Dad.

At that time, the girl held a stack of paper full of words and discussed with them every day, practiced bit by bit, recorded item by item, and then improved, practiced, and improved again.

The kiln mouth was demolished and built, built and demolished.

Countless porcelains are burned out from one kiln to another.

In the end, the celadon they were proud of was fired.

Song Jiaming recalled Zongzong, and patted the stone pier, "Okay! I'll try!"

"Well, let me introduce you to a good seedling, this one." Shu Yingtong pointed to Yongshan who had a serious expression on his face.

"Uh..." Song Jiaming looked at the middle-aged man standing in front of him, then at Shu Yingtong, hesitant to speak.

I'm 14 years old, age is not a big deal, but...

Yongshan is recognized by the village...

Not so bright kid...

It's not easy to say...

"Don't use prejudice to judge a person. He has all the qualities that you porcelain craftsmen need. It is because of his simplicity that he can achieve the ultimate in a thing he is interested in."

As he spoke, he took out a stack of rolled straw paper from his sleeve pocket, "He drew this, take a look when you have time."

(End of this chapter)