"No."
Xia Xiaodong replied without hesitation: "Do you think those words Yingxiu said before were really just random remarks made by the maid and I was using them as an excuse?"
"There's no smoke without fire.
I'm afraid that in the eyes of the prefect, the military attache is just a watchdog."
After saying that, Xia Xiaodong turned to look at Yu Rong: "The relationship between father and the prefect is at best a disagreement between the two.
Zhang Wenjuan beat him.
It’s just a beating, maybe my father will feel better about it.”
As for troublesome officialdom matters, the conflicts between these little girls' families are not a problem at all, okay?
"Besides," Xia Xiaodong suddenly said seriously, "I don't believe that Zhang Wenjuan would always be nice to you in the past."
Yurong avoided Xia Xiaodong's gaze, pouted and lowered her head: "Actually, it's okay.
Mother always said not to offend her openly.
In other words, she just talks a little condescendingly."
It seems that he is not less angry.
"Aloof."
Xia Xiaodong sneered: "Why should we tolerate her?
She can sarcastically confuse right and wrong.
We can only listen to what she wants to say."
"Yurong, you have to know that people like Zhang Wenjuan are not terrible.
Because she considers herself to be nobler than others, she only uses her power to suppress others, and her thoughts are only one way.
If you suppress her, you will suppress her.
Even if she wants to settle the score, she will do it openly."
It is easy to dodge an open spear but hard to guard against a hidden arrow.
Those who come in the open are generally fine.
What I had to admit was that after giving Zhang Wenjuan a few slaps, Xia Xiaodong felt really good.
It's been really frustrating for a while.
Really, we can travel through time just by having a date and swimming.
From then on, my parents, relatives and friends were separated by countless time and space, which was already uncomfortable enough.
But since time travel, he was first labeled as a charming prince and thrown into Xianyiguan, then he met a top roommate like Fatty, and then he was attracted by con men.
I finally struggled out and managed to get some money back, but there was another robber on the way.
When we get to Suzhou, even people like Zhang Wenjuan will dominate and bully me.
If you want to bully me, just promise not to beat you to death.
After Mrs.
Zhuang and Xia Bashan expressed their support for Xia Xiaodong's behavior, their mood became better.
Then Xia Xiaodong remembered that there was still something important to do.
The so-called business is to find Mr.
Lei.
Maybe this person's surname is Lei Mingfeng.
Lei Feng, no, it's Mr.
Lei Xiong.
It's actually easy to find.
Lao Zhou quickly found out the news and invited the people over.
After the noodle shop incident, Lei Xiong was tired and panting beside him because he was beaten by Master Tang San, and did not leave.
Later, the official took down my name and address before letting me go.
Of course, there was no money for medicine or mental comfort.
Because he wanted to see his foreign husband, Xia Xiaodong did not bring Yu Rong with him this time.
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Instead, he asked his eldest brother, Xia Junwei, who was born to Mrs.
Zhuang, to meet the guests together.
Unlike the last time I saw him at the noodle shop, Lei Xiong took care of himself.
His hair was neatly combed, his thick beard was carefully trimmed, and he even wore a robe that looked like a human and a dog, making him look somewhat elegant.
"It turns out it was Miss Xia that day."
When he saw Xia Xiaodong, Lei Xiong's eyes lit up and he recognized Xia Xiaodong immediately.
"Yes."
Xia Xiaodong nodded, introduced Xia Junwei smoothly, and went straight to the topic: "Sir, I invited you here today because I have something to ask."
"Don't you dare?
Miss, please ask."
Lei Xiong said humbly, but his attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, and he didn't have the shyness common among ordinary people.
"My husband said before that he made porcelain."
Xia Xiaodong smiled and said, "I'm very curious about this and want to know how porcelain is made."
It turns out to be this.
It seemed that the young lady had nothing to do, so she asked out of curiosity.
"Actually, I'm not a porcelain worker," Lei Xiong first explained his identity: "My family has a porcelain kiln in the east of the city.
Because my father's name has the word "spring" in it, it's called Chun kiln.
But I've loved this since I was a child, and I often Do it yourself.
As time goes by, you still have a small name, called a craftsman."
Lei Xiong was disappointed to find that the girl opposite had no reaction to the name Craftsman.
It should be noted that in the ceramic world, the name Master Craftsman is well-known.
If it was known that the master craftsman was meddling in the noodle shop and was beaten up, many people would be heartbroken, even if Mr.
Tang San died a few more times would not be enough.
Fortunately, the injuries from that day were all on his body and could not be seen on his face, so Lei Xiong did not tell his family.
"Is porcelain made of porcelain powder?"
Xia Xiaodong deliberately asked an idiotic question.
Lei Xiong suddenly laughed, his voice as deep as a bell.
This young lady from a wealthy family is really interesting.
Is pasta made from flour and porcelain made from porcelain powder?
"To make porcelain, you need suitable clay, porcelain sand and stone.
Materials produced in different places and different ratios will produce different effects.
For example, this clay is used in a large amount.
We have it in the eastern suburbs of Suzhou City.
My family just set up a kiln here, but other things have to be transported from outside, such as feldspar, which is bought from Qiyang Mountain."
Speaking of porcelain making, Lei Xiong talked endlessly, from the materials used to the selection of materials, to the preparation, drying, drawing, and kiln shaping, etc., there are really countless treasures.
Xia Xiaodong listened with gusto.
This was the original version of ancient porcelain making technology that was rarely heard of before.
However, Xia Xiaodong did not intend to make porcelain, although she had many modern porcelain recipes in her stomach.
Xia Xiaodong majored in applied chemistry, which is an extremely practical subject.
Lei Xiong was not worried that Xia Xiaodong would steal his business.
It was because the commander was too far away from the porcelain business.
Of course, officials do not live solely on salary, there is also a lot of gray income, and there are not a few people involved in business, but they usually invest in shares in a roundabout way, and do not directly run the business.
If Commander Xia really wanted to get involved, Lei Xiong would actually welcome it.
Don't be afraid of too much backstage.
"Does the porcelain making industry require a lot of people?"
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Xia Xiaodong tilted his head slightly and asked innocently.
"Of course."
Lei Xiong said with a smile: "The materials shipped are all coarse materials, which need to be crushed, weighted, and screened.
Some of them need to be pre-fired.
After that, every step of making, drawing, and printing blanks must be done.
There are several processes required, and glazing in the kiln is even more delicate.
Lin Lin sums it up, there are sixty or seventy processes, and each process requires people to do it. " "That's great," Xia Xiaodong clapped his hands and said, "Now the victims are gradually gathering outside the city.
Since you need so many people, wouldn't it be a good time to invite some of the victims to work and provide relief through work?
Now that you have people to do the work, The victims also have a way to survive.”
"Ah" could it be that the young lady from the commander's family came to him to help with the disaster relief?
Lei Xiong's face darkened a little.
Why?
We have hired many workers, so we can’t just drive them away just to give the victims some work.”
It would be better for the ladies to stay in the embroidery building and not get involved in these disaster relief matters.
"What if we build a few more kilns?"
Xia Xiaodong did not give up
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