Xia Dingshan said worriedly, "Mom, my elder brother must have passed on the tile-making technique to Xia Qianqian without telling us. What should we do?"
"Yes, yes, I think she is going to do something big!" Xia Dingfeng also said.
Yang said, "Mother, most of our business was negotiated by my eldest brother. Now Qianqian has started making tiles. If our old customers use her tiles to save face for my eldest brother, we will be finished."
"Can she burn tiles?" Grandma Xia snorted, but her voice was obviously lacking in confidence.
Xia Dingshan said: "From her perspective, maybe she can. Otherwise, she wouldn't have sold all the seeds."
"I find this strange. How much can that little bit of seeds be sold for? How can Xia Qianqian have money to see a doctor, eat snacks, and even buy farm tools and hire workers?" Song raised an objection.
Everyone looked at each other and felt that the money in their home had been taken away, but they had no evidence and could only feel upset.
In the past, they could bully her at will. But now they dare not, because Xia Qianqian is so powerful! The atmosphere became angry and forbearing, and they all wanted to tear Xia Qianqian apart and make her spit out the money.
Grandpa Xia smoked his pipe for a while, and then waited for everyone to finish talking before saying, "Tomorrow, I'll go and ask them to come home!"
"Dad, will she come back?" Yang asked.
Grandpa Xia walked around the living room with his hands behind his back and said stiffly, "As long as Qin doesn't remarry, she will still be a member of my Xia family. I asked her to come back, how dare she not come back?"
"Then...what if she really doesn't reply?"
Grandpa Xia: “…”
Yes, if they really don’t reply, what can he do
After thinking for a long time, Grandpa Xia slapped his thigh angrily and said, "Then I will sue the authorities!"
… …
The kiln fire burned all night, making the whole kiln hot. Xia Qianqian brought a few small potatoes over, while Uncle Liu guarded the kiln in a big cotton-padded jacket, with frost on his hair.
Xia Qianqian felt warm in her heart: "Uncle Liu, thank you for your hard work."
"It's okay. I'm afraid someone will come to destroy it at night, so I won't feel cold if I keep an eye on the fire." Uncle Liu stood up, rubbed his hands and stamped his feet. He was really cold!
Xia Qianqian stuffed the small potatoes she brought from home into Liu Bo's hands.
The potatoes were still warm, and Uncle Liu ate them with the skin on. "Qianqian, I thought about it all night. I'm afraid the Xia family won't give up easily. You have to think of a good strategy."
"What can they do? Come to destroy my kiln? Then I have to beat them to death!" Xia Qianqian's eyes flashed with two fierce rays.
Now this kiln is her hope for survival. If anyone dares to come, she will break his legs!
"It's not good to just beat people up. If you get blackmailed and sued, you won't be able to do business," said Uncle Liu, "unless someone backs you up and scares them off."
The first person Xia Qianqian thought of to support her was: Gu Yanjing.
His voice echoed in my ears: "Qianqian, I made some nice porcelain today for you to use for flower arrangement."
"Xia Qianqian, get back here!"
"Qianqian, I really didn't do anything to let you down. Can you listen to my explanation?"
"Let's divorce! Xia Qianqian, don't regret it!"
The past flashed before his eyes like a movie. Gu Yanjing's voice was sometimes gentle, sometimes angry, so familiar that it was unforgettable.
Xia Qianqian felt regretful.
Gu Yanjing, I regret it...
I shouldn't have gotten a divorce. I should have cursed myself to go back to ancient times to help you and that little bitch be together!
"Qianqian? Qianqian?" Seeing Xia Qianqian in a daze, Uncle Liu raised his hand and waved it in front of her.
Xia Qianqian came back to her senses, looked at the "idyllic scenery" under the autumn mist, and sighed again: "No one supports me anymore, I can only rely on myself now."
(End of this chapter)