The ancestors of the Xia family did not know how to make tiles. They farmed and depended on the weather for their livelihood like everyone else. It was Xia Dingshan who learned the technique when he went out to work. However, all skills are passed down to men, not women. Even if Xia Dingshan died, the technique of making tiles should be passed down to his son Xia Yu, not Xia Qianqian.
"I didn't steal it." Xia Qianqian straightened her back, "I don't have any 'Tiles of Making Tile' either. If you don't believe me, you can go and search my house."
"Search! You must search!" Xia Dingfeng turned around angrily and ran towards the thatched house. The book must be in their house!
Qin was extremely nervous. The house was so small that nothing could be hidden. The "Techniques of Tile Burning" would definitely be found, and then they would be finished.
"Mom, don't worry." Xia Qianqian comforted her and limped back to the thatched hut.
Xia Dingfeng was very quick and didn't give them any chance to go home and hide the books. By the time Xia Qianqian and her mother and daughter arrived home, he had already turned the house into a mess.
"Uncle San, what did you find? If you don't have evidence, you are slandering me." Xia Qianqian stood in the yard, leaning on Qin.
Xia Dinghai and Xia Dingfeng searched for a long time but couldn't find the "Tile-making Techniques". He asked angrily: "Xia Qianqian, where did you hide the book?"
"I didn't hide it. Because I don't have any books. My family is so poor that we don't even have a piece of paper. The pictures I drew today were all drawn on my clothes with charcoal." Xia Qianqian said.
Liu Bo quickly testified for her: "That's right."
"Where did the book go?" Xia Dingfeng stepped forward and grabbed Xia Qianqian by the collar, looking fierce, as if he was talking to an enemy rather than his own niece.
Xia Qianqian raised her eyes and met Xia Dingfeng's murderous gaze without fear: "Third Uncle, do you want to strangle me? This is a crime of murder in front of everyone!"
"Where is the book?" Xia Dingfeng loosened his grip.
Xia Qianqian sneered, stretched out her thin little hand and pinched Xia Dingfeng's wrist.
"Ouch!"
Xia Dingfeng screamed and let go of Xia Qianqian's collar. But Xia Qianqian held his wrist tightly and said, "Uncle San, do you really think that my father is dead and that we, mother and daughter, can be bullied by you?"
"Let go, let go!" Xia Dingfeng's face changed in pain.
"I didn't fight with you before because of my father. If you want the family property, I'll give it to you. Just treat it as my father's way of honoring grandparents. But now I want to start my own business, and I won't tolerate you messing around!"
Xia Dingfeng's face turned ashen and his lips turned purple, which scared everyone present.
Song rushed over crying and wailing: "Xia Qianqian, do you want to kill your third uncle?"
"snort!"
Xia Qianqian then let go, and Xia Dingfeng collapsed on the ground in exhaustion. Song hugged him and asked in a trembling voice, "Husband, how are you?"
"She... is very strong." Xia Dingfeng.
Xia Dinghai also saw that Xia Qianqian was not ordinary. Now that the book had not been found, there was no way to prove that she had stolen it, so there was no reason to destroy the kiln. He thought about it and said, "If there is nothing, forget it. But Xia Qianqian, I won't let you take over our family business!"
"Can you just snatch the business if you want to?" Xia Qianqian laughed, "If it were that easy, I would still want to snatch the landlord's business!"
Everyone laughed.
The Gu family in the town is not just an ordinary landlord, but a big landlord! Their business has already reached the state capital! It is said that even the state governor also gives face to the Gu family.
Is that a business that anyone can grab
Similarly, the Xia family's tiles are well-known in the surrounding area, and other tile makers cannot snatch them away. The two brothers of the Xia family are actually afraid of a little girl? How ridiculous!
(End of this chapter)