"Those bricks and tiles cannot." After looking at the bare mountain opposite the wheat field for a short moment, the owner of the brick kiln said this.

The village manager saw the scenery, the scenery on the bare mountain. The kiln owner interrupted the two of them to see the scenery. The housekeeper asked, "What bricks can't be done?"

"The bricks and tiles bought by the butler and the village owner." The kiln owner replied.

The housekeeper thought about it and asked, "Why can't it be? Is it not enough to build a house?"

"There is not enough to build a house." The kiln owner replied.

The housekeeper said: "There are five and a half houses in total. If it is not enough, buy some more." The housekeeper said: "These bricks and tiles are expensive. Use more wood when building a house. If you use more wood, you will use less bricks. If you can't save a few pieces, you have to lay them on the roof."

"Wood, wood is not cheap either. Can broken wood be used to build a house? It will rot in a few years. It has to be bricks. There are more bricks to build a house, and there are less wood, and it is strong. There are more wood, and there are less bricks to build a house, and it is not strong unless it is good wood. That good wood is not cheap." The kiln owner.

After hearing the kiln owner's words, the village owner said: "A normal building, you can use as much bricks as you should and as much wood as you should. Build it well, but don't just build it for a few years, and the wood will break the walls. It's not that much money is enough, so you can buy it if you don't have enough."

The kiln owner said, "There is still a collapsed house at the south gate of the village."

The housekeeper said: "The Cross Street has not been built yet, the South Gate is there, and we will talk about it when the Cross Street is built."

"Haha!" The kiln owner smiled and said, "When the south gate is built, I will buy it again. I will give you one thousand bricks and one hundred thousand watts."

"Let's talk about it then, I'll come here to buy it later." The housekeeper replied.

"I will give you a gift." The kiln owner replied.

The village owner looked at the scenery, the green wheat fields, and the bald mountains covered with green grass and trees. There were birds flying low in the wheat fields, and the bald mountains fell, and the birds fell and then flew up.

The owner of the housekeeper also went to see the scenery, the green wheat fields, and the bald mountains in front of the waves.

Lao Xia used to pull two carriages in front of the cave. The kiln owner looked back at him. Lao Xia glanced at the kiln owner and hurriedly pulled down a carriage.

After the three carriages were pulled, Lao Xia was about to go in to help carry bricks, but the kiln owner said, "Lao Xia, if you pull the carriage, go to the horse house to see the horse."

The kiln owner asked to see the horse. Lao Xia rubbed his hands and replied: "Okay, I'll go see the horse."

Lao Xia had just walked a few steps, and the kiln owner said again: "Wait, go in and help move bricks. Today, I have to pull all the bricks and tiles bought by the village owner to the collapsed house on the south side of the Cross Street. One more person will be faster."

Lao Xia responded and went into the cave to help move bricks.

The black dog of the kiln owner came out from somewhere, and he wore to the other side of the road at the southeast corner of the brick kiln. On the other side of the road was the direction where the village owner and the butler came.

Someone was pushing a wheel cart and heading towards the brick kiln. The man was a street stall. When he came, he put some plates and bowls and several jars.

This man was a middle-aged man with a thin face. He walked towards the brick kiln with a slightly hardened foot. He saw the black dog, whose name was Dahei. Through the wheat field, he also saw three people. One was shirtless, and that should be the owner of the brick kiln. The other two were dressed like people from the village yamen.

The kiln owner saw this person. This person must be here to receive goods, and he was familiar with the figure of this person.

The village manager also saw the man. The two of them didn't recognize the man. The man said, "That man pushed a cart."

The village owner said, "Is it from the wheat field?"

The kiln owner said: "It's not from the wheat field, it should be my place to get the goods."

"Supply? What goods are available?" asked the village owner, who also thought of the plates and bowls of the kiln owner.

"Plate and bowl." The kiln owner replied.

The man pushed a small cart, walked for a while, and arrived at a corner of the brick kiln. "Wow!" Dahei was waving at him. He stopped and pulled the cart. Dahei ran behind the man.

"Da Hei! Go back!" The kiln owner came to see this person.

Dahei hummed a few times and looked at his master.

"Go back!" The kiln owner shouted again.

Dahei hummed a few times, lowered his head, and ran towards the gate.

"What are you going to do?" The kiln owner came over and asked. The village manager had nothing to do and followed behind the kiln owner.

The man said, "Put a few jars, eighty bowls and fifty plates, the bowls are big and small, and the plates are big and small."

The kiln owner raised his hand to the gate: "When you enter the yard, you are in the yard."

"Is this a plate and bowl of ground?" the butler asked closer.

The kiln owner replied: "Yes, come to my house to serve the dishes and bowls." He introduced to the old customer: "This is the butler, the village yamen steward, this is the village owner, the village owner of our Ping'an Village."

Seeing that the village owner of the housekeeper was very familiar, this person clasped his fists at the village owner of the housekeeper, "Missar, housekeeper."

When the village manager saw this person, he couldn't recognize who he was? They nodded slightly, and the village owner asked, "Are you from our Ping'an Village?"

"Ah yes." This man replied.

"It's from our village." The village owner asked, "Where are you setting up a stall?"

This man replied: "On North Street."

The village owner snorted, nodded, changed the floor, and looked at the brick kiln gate.

The kiln owner saw that he reached out to the customer and said, "Enter the yard."

The man bent down and lifted the cart and started. The owner of the brick kiln walked in front of the side. The two walked by, the village owner and the housekeeper had nothing to do, and followed them into the yard. "Wow!" The black dog was beside the gate and wobbled at the three outsiders.

The kiln owner glanced at his black dog a few times and shouted, "Let's go down!"

His black dog looked at the owner a few times, and hummed twice without lying down. Seeing that the dog had not lying down, the kiln owner shouted again: "Let's down."

The dog looked at the owner and hmmed and lay on the ground. The village owner asked, "Does your dog bite people? Always wool?"

The kiln owner replied: "It's okay, it dares not bite." The person who came to serve the goods saw the dog lying down and pushed the car to the pile of bowls and let go. He looked at the bowl next to him. There were three types of bowls, large, medium and small. He said: "Ten large bowls, twenty medium and fifty small bowls." He looked at the plates piled there and said: "Fifteen fish plates, five large discs, and thirty medium discs with lace."

The man looked at the jar over there and said, "The jar needs a few slightly larger ones."

The kiln owner looked at the jars and asked, "How many jars are needed."

This man looked at his cart and said, "Four."

"Okay," said the kiln owner: "You go and get it."

The man walked over, touched a few jars, carried one in one hand, and grabbed two first. The man gritted his teeth and carried the two jars to the cart. The man put the jar down and looked carefully at the whole body of the jar to see where there was any brokenness.

The kiln owner saw him looking at the jars and said, "It's all good jars. If there are any bad ones, please change them." The man looked at the two jars carefully, carried both jars to the car and put them down, and looked down at the bottom of the two jars.

The kiln owner saw him looking at the bottom of the jar and said, "The bottom is nothing bad. It always hits the ground, but there are scratches."

There was no broken place in the jar, "Bangbang!" The man patted two jars, took the two jars out of the car and put them aside. Then he went to the jar and found the other two jars.
Chapter completed!