Uncle Han looked like a rabbit when eating. He slashed the food into his mouth, pursed his lips and chewed it constantly, while chewing, as if someone would rush over to grab his food at any time.

Gu Qing smiled and looked at him eating, and couldn't help but wonder how many times this old kiln worker had snatched food in his childhood that it would make him look like he was eating now.

Think about the bullying that my predecessor had suffered in the village. If I had not traveled through time, my predecessor should have looked like this when I was having a meal, right?

A fatherless child who has been eating hundreds of families in the village for many years, how did he grow up gritting his teeth in the torment of poverty and bullying? At the last moment of his life, he was still in panic until a stone was knocked on his head. If his soul exists, is he now free or is he unwilling to accept it? He lived so hard and hard, but he still couldn't wait for a good result.

Gu Qing suddenly felt distressed for his predecessor.

Has he ever had a wonderful dream? Has he ever fantasized about the day when his descendants were old? Was he also counted the ice ridges under the eaves when he was lonely like himself?

The souls of two different worlds should be echoing each other from afar, right? Otherwise, how could there be such a mysterious fate?

The difference is that Gu Qing will not take the same path as him, and his cowardly personality will kill himself one step faster than the enemy.

"The dishes today are good, the meat is getting more and more, and the taste is good." Uncle Han burped after eating, put down the dishes and sighed: "The boss is so kind to me. In fact, it's good to pay for the wages. There is no need to care about the food anymore. Every time I finish eating, I feel ashamed. The old man only did such a little work, but he got too much."

Gu Qinghun said indifferently: "Uncle Han can eat it, I will not be able to eat a few meals. You are an old kiln worker, and you have to make a lot of things. It is worth the amount of reward you give."

Uncle Han shook his head: "I am old, but my skills are actually very average."

He raised his head and pointed to the station of the porcelain kiln craftsmen. Uncle Han said, "Many of them are better than me. The old man has only fired pottery, never porcelain, and does not know how to glaze, and does not know how to control the heat. I am afraid that I will not be able to eat this bowl of rice for a long time."

Gu Qing said seriously: "Uncle Han, don't say that. The employer values ​​trust and affection. Ability is second. In my heart, you are more important than those craftsmen."

Uncle Han looked at him in shock, and Gu Qing's answer was really beyond his expectations.

"Boss, you..."

Gu Qing smiled and said, "Do work hard and eat steadily. You are the first person I invited. The friendship we hired will definitely start and end well. One day you are so old that you can never do it again. I will send you home and enjoy your old age."

Uncle Han was moved and said, "Don't worry, the old man can't do anything else, but this kiln has the secret of the boss. The old man will never miss a word until he dies. From now on, the kiln will be the old man's life."

Gu Qing shook his head: "Don't say it so seriously. Uncle Han, you have worked for a few more years. I will give you a generous pension back home. How many years will you work hard, and good days are still waiting for you."

Uncle Han grinned, his eyes full of longing: "My home is not far away. There are two children and one daughter in the family. My daughter has been married long ago, and Dalang has also married a wife. Only Erlang has no place to stay. When I earn enough money to go home, I will tell Erlang that he will have no regrets in this life. Haha, it's almost done. The old man has calculated that he will save another half a year of money. If he can talk about the marriage next year, he will ask the boss to come to my house for a wedding banquet. All my good days are given by the boss. This glass of wine must be drunk."

"Okay, I will definitely drink it. I will also give you a big gift to ensure that you will have a bright face."

Chatting with Uncle Han made Gu Qing feel very comfortable. He has gradually liked this kind of casual chat and also liked these simple and innocent people. Their simple and innocent nature has never been in contact with Gu Qing in his life, and their spirit of poverty but always holding hope is also something Gu Qing has always lacked.

Those who were free and idle in their previous lives lived so despair, as if they were suffering in hell every day. Even though their lives were getting better and better, their spirits became increasingly poor. What exactly did they lack?

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At night, the craftsmen at the kiln garrison fell asleep, and the villagers who were doing the miscellaneous work went down the mountain to go home one after another.

Only Uncle Han was guarded by the huge ceramic kiln.

Uncle Han may not have much ability, but his attitude towards work is very rigorous. He patrolled all the kilns from beginning to end twice with a torch, especially the pits where the coal was dug out. He carefully piled firewood above to cover up, cleaned the coal scattered on the ground, and finally loosened the reins of the dogs in the fence. After doing this, Uncle Han walked into his small house yawning.

The lights are not lighted in the house, and the lights are exhausted. Uncle Han is reluctant to let his boss waste money. The farmers are simple. They always try to live a zero-cost way and never consider the quality of life. For them, being able to live and having enough food is the highest quality of life. It doesn’t matter whether they have a light or not.

Before going to bed, Uncle Han lay on the hardwood bed, his arm resting on his head, looking at the stars in the night sky, and couldn't help but quietly fantasizing that it would be a good idea if he could be a few years younger, so he could learn some craftsmanship from the craftsmen on the other side of the kiln, such as porcelain firing, glazing, patterning, and any kind of crafts. After learning the craftsmanship, he would not be ashamed of working for his boss every month.

Yes, how good it would be to be a few years younger...

Uncle Han sighed and then laughed again. Forget it, it’s better now. At this age, I’m not too sorry for getting some wages after a few years of life. Thinking about Erlang at home, Uncle Han felt less guilty towards Gu Qing. In the future, he worked hard and worked more. In the end, he couldn’t be too ashamed of his boss. He could only owe the affection he owed.

Uncle Han finally fell asleep gradually.

Late at night, the autumn wind suddenly rises, and the wind and thunder are heard hidden.

Several dogs in the fence suddenly became restless and ran around quickly in the fence, lowering their bodies from time to time, revealing their fangs in a certain direction, and roaring in a low voice.

More than a dozen figures appeared like ghosts, easily climbed over the fence and approached the kiln.

The guards finally barked loudly. Two dogs had rushed forward and bit one of the figures hard. As soon as they soared into the air, they were knocked to the ground by a heavy stick. They no longer felt it. The other dogs were afraid and dared not approach again, barking at the uninvited guests from a distance.

The barking of dogs finally aroused the alertness of the nearby craftsmen's station. The torches lit up one by one and approached the kiln fence.

The uninvited guests were suddenly panicked, and the leader hurriedly said, "Don't panic, you've come here. You must take a look at the secret recipe in the kiln, otherwise you will be in vain to take such a risk, hurry up!"

Everyone then accelerated their speed and ran towards the kiln.

When they were about to reach the kiln, everyone paused.

Under the dark night, a torch suddenly lit up, and Uncle Han's old face appeared in front of everyone, staring at them coldly.

"Yao Guitang, what do you mean by bringing so many people to Shiqiao Village?" Uncle Han obviously knew the person in charge. He took a step forward and asked in a deep voice.

The leader was surprised to see that he was recognized, and then he looked ferocious and said gloomy: "It's not your business, get out of the way. I won't steal or rob, I'll leave after a glance."

Uncle Han shook his head: "This is Shiqiao Village, the kiln of the boss. No one is allowed to enter without the permission of the boss. Thinking of the same hometown, you should retreat quickly. I just think you have never been here."

The craftsmen behind were getting closer and closer to the kiln with torches. Yao Guitang was also a little panicked and gritted his teeth and said, "Get out of here, I don't want to hurt you..."

Uncle Han was also a little scared. He had never experienced this scene in his life. However, after a brief fear, he finally took a step forward and said with a trembling voice: "The old man has received the wages of his boss, so he should be loyal to the boss. Retreat quickly, otherwise don't blame me for suing the official tomorrow!"

The word "supplication" completely angered Yao Guitang, so he suddenly swung the wooden stick in his hand and suddenly hit Uncle Han.

Uncle Han was old and couldn't react at all. He was caught off guard. The wooden stick was hitting his forehead. Blood suddenly gushed down. Uncle Han opened his eyes wide and fell to the ground without saying a word.

The fellow villager who followed Yao Guitang was also scared and said at a loss: "Guitang, killing someone, someone died! You... you never said that you were here to kill someone, you did it, don't involve us!"

After saying that, the people brought by Yao Guitang scattered and ran away. Yao Guitang was shocked and scared, and stomped hissing, "He is not dead, not dead! I didn't kill anyone!"
Chapter completed!