"This is only considered a deposit to you. Do you think we will give it to you with righteousness?" Aunt Tong answered first, "Old Zhang, this time you have to take out your special skills. The twelve stakes of money is not a small amount. If you don't do it well, you will smash your golden signboard."

"Old Mrs. Tong, you're right. I'll make it come out even if I've fought for this life!" Old Zhang actually choked up a little. Aunt Tong said those words on purpose because she took into account his feelings.

It seems that the person who cares about his feelings so much is many years ago, and this cold heart feels warmth.

"Xiaochen, tell me about your specific requirements for that distiller." Uncle Tong was often confused by Song Chen's new nouns, and it took a lot of effort to remember them.

Song Chen talked about many details, the specific size of the distiller, the refractory and thickness of the decanter must be appropriate. Although it is too thick, it is resistant to burning, but heat conduction is slow to waste fuel and time. If it is too thin, it may be scrapped after burning a few times.

The most important thing is not to breathe. Lao Zhang has been burning pottery for a lifetime and is qualified if it does not leak water. It is the first time I heard about the requirement of not leaking air.

"Are you sure?" Song Chen felt that if he could not do this, he had to find another cleverness. If he really had no choice, he would stay sleeplessly in the military weapon supervision for a month and build a huge iron kettle, which was barely enough.

Of course, doing this conflicts with his intention to be a hand-off manager. He has no fun in life as a model worker. Song Chen doesn't want to let himself live such a hard life for a distiller.

If it doesn't work, just skip the pottery stage and use glassware directly. However, he had to start a glass workshop from scratch, which would take at least four or five months to create an industrial glass still.

"I can't make a guarantee, but if I can't even do it, there is no potter in Lin'an City that can do it!" Old Zhang was crazy, and Song Chen admired a crazy person very much, provided that he had real skills.

"Okay, will you take this job?" Song Chen believed that this madman really has the capital to be arrogant.

The reason why the madman did not guarantee the case is very simple. He has never encountered an employer with such strange requirements throughout his thirty years of pottery making career.

"Why don't you accept it? I've received the twelve stakes of deposit. I'll have to do it with you even if I have my life!" Old Zhang not only made the deposit, but also a challenge for his pottery making career.

He was also fascinated by these challenges. Pottery making is his lifeblood, and the process of solving problems was also full of fun for him.

This young man who looked like a thin bamboo pole looked like a sucker. Lao Zhang looked cunning on his face. He didn't want to cheat him, but just wanted to make the "thin bamboo pole" bleeding.

So it was revealed again and it was a vague expression. The distiller is a new product, and the development process will definitely cost a lot.

"Is it enough for you to give you another thirty silence?" Song Chen was quite eye-catching, and the other party's little thoughts could be seen at once.

"Enough is enough!" Old Zhang was very happy when he heard this. The more money he had, the wider his activity space would be. Thirty knots had far exceeded his expectations.

"The indicators I mentioned must be met. Money is not a problem, and it is not enough to be needed. Of course, if the technology is mature, it would be best to keep the cost within 50 knots!"

Song Chen proposed that the conditions were both loose and not loose. The first distiller would cost as much as possible, as long as it was qualified, and the second and third ones would have to strictly control the cost.

The group visited the pottery workshop again, and everyone boasted about it.

With some sporadic knowledge of ceramic art in later generations, I talked to Lao Zhang for a while. Of course, the ancient Chinese pottery making technology was quite mature and was ahead of the world, so he couldn't guide much here.

However, Old Zhang was very surprised. The boy had never burned pottery before, and the methods and tools he proposed were really eye-catching. Just use his money to study it. Just make it more concealed, hehe!

"Old Zhang, we need to hire a few more helpers, we have to hurry up!" Song Chen hopes to get the job done for the restaurant during this 'holiday'.

"I have recruited people before, and my apprentices are either stupid or not clean." Old Zhang was too obedient and had a strange temper. He couldn't have had a long time with his apprentices.

Over time, he became "famous" and had a "reputation" among the neighbors. The surrounding neighbors were unwilling to hand over his own boy to him.

Song Chen was not sure about it and advised him a few more words. Of course, Old Zhang would not admit that he could not recruit anyone, so he had to pat his chest to ensure that he would speed up the progress.

Several people chatted while visiting, "Where is A Niu?" Aunt Tong chatted here for a long time before she found that her baby son was gone.

"Let's go find it!" Uncle Tong was also a little anxious. This Aniu was stupid and easily bullied when he ran outside.

"You can't go inside and take a look!" Song Chen felt Aniu's childlike personality, and maybe he went inside to play.

"Mom, that kid won't make my pottery mess!" When Lao Zhang heard this, he instantly became the most anxious person. He rushed into the inner room at lightning speed. His treasures were all in the inner room, and there was a bull inside.

Song Chen and the others followed, and as soon as they entered, they saw a surprising scene. A Niu was turning the pottery car very focused.

That expression had never happened before. At this moment, he was not like a person who was so stupid that he could not write his name, but a focused pottery master.

"Boy, don't touch your Uncle Zhang's things!" Uncle Tong knew how strange the old Zhang cared about his treasure trotter, and was about to go over and pull his own boy over.

He was grabbed by a powerful hand. This person was Lao Zhang. At this time, he seemed very dissatisfied with his harsh swear.

Uncle Tong reacted a little slower and realized that his son was a little different from usual.

The pottery made by A Niu is very good, even an amateur, can see that, and the professional Lao Zhangtou's eyes are even more shining!

At this moment, A Niu discovered his life.

Everyone was surprised, but this was a good thing from heaven. I didn't expect that this stupid A Niu would actually be a pottery model without learning from anyone.

The master who made pottery for half his life praised him and said a lot of jargon that no one can understand. Is there anything more magical than this?
Chapter completed!