After the Divorce, Me and My Tyrant Ex-husband Got Transmigrated as a Farmers in the Ancient Times

Chapter 51: Failure is the mother of success

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When Xia Qianqian yelled, everyone fell silent, except Yang.

Yang put her hands on her hips and asked arrogantly, "What? Do you still want to beat your aunt?"

"Your hands are on my body, and I can hit anyone I want!" Xia Qianqian waved her fists mightily, looking very intimidating.

Yang was scared, took a step back, and muttered quietly: "Humph, I just want to see if you are burned to a tile."

"Whether it succeeds or not is none of your business. If it succeeds, no one in Yangliu Village will buy my tiles. If it fails, I can just start over again." Xia Qianqian also wanted to know if it succeeded, so she turned around to look at the tiles.

Something on the road tripped her and she lost her balance and stumbled to the side a few steps. As luck would have it, she stepped on the tiles.

Snap—

The new tiles shattered with a sound.

Xia Qianqian quickly retracted her foot and looked at the broken tiles under her feet in astonishment: How could they break with such a light step? Aren't they too fragile

“Hahaha, it didn’t burn, hahaha…” Yang could no longer hide the pride in her heart, laughed out loud, turned around and ran back home to report the news.

The villagers looked at Xia Qianqian and her small tile kiln. Some shook their heads with regret, some looked at her with sympathy, and some gloated over her misfortune: "What a mess! You have no ability at all."

"That's right, it's just a lot of noise but little action. It's really embarrassing!"

"… "

Xia Qianqian blinked twice before regaining her composure. Her tiles were so fragile? Was it because she was too heavy, or because she had used too much force

Xia Qianqian stepped on another tile without giving up. It broke with a crack.

Try again!

Qin, Xia Yunyun, and Liu Bo all looked at Xia Qianqian eagerly. Every time Xia Qianqian broke a tile, their hearts broke.

In the end, all the one hundred new tiles turned into pieces.

Although Uncle Liu felt bad, it was not his own thing after all. He was more worried that Xia Qianqian would not be able to bear the blow, so he comforted her: "Qianqian, there are 360 professions, and there are top talents in every profession. Don't be discouraged, if you can't make tiles, you can still do something else!"

"How come it didn't cook?" Xia Qianqian couldn't figure it out. Because of the disappointment, her whole spirit was depressed, like an eggplant hit by frost.

Uncle Liu silently took out some copper coins from his pocket and stuffed them into Xia Qianqian's hand: "I'm helping you voluntarily these days, so I won't charge you any wages. Take your mother and sister home to rest."

"No!"

Xia Qianqian returned the money to Uncle Liu. She stood up, wiped the sweat from her forehead, looked up at the sky angrily and said, "Failure is the mother of success. If I fail once, I will try twice. If I fail twice, I will try three times, four times... If I try a hundred times, how can I not succeed?"

Qin and Xia Yunyun both looked at Xia Qianqian blankly. To be honest, they didn't have the courage and confidence that Xia Qianqian had. Today's failure had turned their skies gray.

Uncle Liu sighed: "You are such a stubborn girl. Making tiles is a technical job, and you can't just mess around and learn it."

"I didn't mess around. Except for the tiles not being hard enough, the shape and thickness are all acceptable. There must be something wrong. I'll think about it again..."

Xia Qianqian sat cross-legged on the grass, closed her eyes, and recalled the techniques written in the "Tile-burning Techniques". She strictly followed the "Tile-burning Techniques" throughout the process. The kiln she built was more advanced than the Xia family's kiln, so there was no reason why it wouldn't be successful.

What exactly went wrong

She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she did not notice a carriage parked at the edge of the field.

Qing Tong reported to the people in the carriage in a low voice: "Master, she failed."

"She's stupid. She doesn't know how to use her talent." Gu Yanjing snorted, his voice cold, as if he was in a bad mood.

Qing Tong's voice became even lower: "Then, do we still need to go over there?"

"No, go home." Gu Yanjing ordered impatiently.

Qing Tong looked at the carriage in confusion, then looked at Xia Qianqian in the field, and finally rode away.

(End of this chapter)