After Chen Ming applied the plaster on Yao Dali's feet, he threw it behind his mind. Because the ancestor forced him to prepare the refining equipment. First of all, there must be one refining furnace? There are also various kinds of refining equipment for preparing medicine, and there are a lot of them.

"If you learn to refine medicine, you will be injured in just a few days. Applying ointment will lead to healing in three or two days." The ancestor said disdainfully.

"Master, are you not mistaken? No matter how good the ointment is, it is not so fast, right? You haven't seen that Yao Dali's ankle is not a piece of meat, and even the bones are starting to turn black. The doctors in the hospital have already asked Yao Dali to amputate his limbs." Chen Ming said.

"The quack doctor killed someone!" The ancestor snorted.

Chen Ming didn't say anything and thought, just say this to me. If others know, I'm afraid you will be taken out of the soil. I still don't know if the bones have rotten.

"The 24th, with great-grandson! Don't believe it. When you learn to refine medicine, you will know the power of refining medicine." The ancestor smiled proudly.

The ancestor successfully aroused Chen Ming's interest. It doesn't need to be 100% good as the ancestor said. Half of it is so good. If this refining medicine is so magical, wouldn't it become a miracle doctor in the future? The feeling of robbing human life from the King of Hell is definitely extremely refreshing. As for whether it will anger the King of Hell, Chen Ming ignored it directly, and it would be right.

"You just want to learn. This time I didn't force you, it was you who took the initiative to learn. You should first learn how to make clay pots from the clay pot master, and then go to the blacksmith master to learn how to make iron." The ancestor laughed.

Chen Ming was stunned when he heard this. I, a Meishan navy, went to learn clay pots and ironwork again. Did I meet a ghost?

"Master, can you still regret it?" Chen Ming asked.

The ancestor kept laughing, and finally held back his laughter, and asked Chen Ming calmly: "Do you think it's okay? Don't even think about it. You can't go, but if you sleep well in the future, I'll be considered awesome."

Only then did Chen Ming realize that he had been fooled by the ancestor. Jiang is indeed so hot. This kind of old guy who has been dead for thousands of years is so hot.

Chen Ming thought it was easier to learn to make clay pots, so he went to learn clay pots first. Moreover, there were clay pots in Chashu Village. During the production team, there were two kilns in Chashu Village. Unfortunately, one collapsed at the back, and now even the kilns were filled in and built a house. There was another one left, but there were only a few old men left in the clay pots.

"Help Uncle You!" Chen Ming found the home of the old master who made clay pots in the village.

Chen Bangyou is almost seventy now and can't move large clay pots. He also makes some fine clay pots, all of which are small pieces, such as small sauerkraut jars used at home and oil cans for oil.

He couldn't make wine jars, which weighed dozens of kilograms. When he was young, Chen Bang could raise several with one hand. But now his hands are boring. At this age, he can't accept old age.

"Who?" Chen Bangyou's ears were not very good, so he had to speak louder.

"It's me." Chen Ming smiled.

Chen Bangyou walked out and saw it, and immediately smiled and said, "It turns out it's Dr. Chen. Do it quickly. Hello, Dr. Chen is here, pour tea for Dr. Chen."

"Uncle You, are you still making clay pots now?" Chen Ming asked.

"Oh, I can't do it. In the past, two water tanks above a board weighed more than 100 pounds. I raised one hand and put them outside to dry. When the weather was not good, I moved in and out. It was like moving in and out without any effort. Now it's better, and I'll keep holding the rice bowl." Chen Bangyou sighed.

"Bang Uncle You, I want to learn how to make clay pots from you." Chen Ming said.

"Ah? What?" Chen Bangyou was very surprised, "Why are you learning this? Being a doctor can be more promising than making clay pots."

"I'm not saying that I want to make clay pots for a lifetime, but that I want something to be useful." Chen Ming said.

"What do you want to do? Tell me, can I do it?" Chen Bangyou felt that Chen Ming didn't need to learn to make a clay pot just to make something.

"You can't make what I want to make, it's used to refine medicine. It's very particular. The ancestor doesn't let others do it. It must make it yourself to work." Chen Ming said helplessly.

"Making clay pots is not an easy job. Do you really have to learn from me?" Chen Bang was a little worried that Chen Ming would have to give up after suffering for a day or two.

"Then you don't have to worry. I will solve the problem by transforming into Taoism and incarnation, and I won't be tired at all." Chen Ming said.

"That's right." Chen Bang nodded. Meishan Navy Master was good at hitting him. Others could not hurt him even if he used a knife. It was simply too easy to make a clay pot.

"I am a navy master and cannot become a disciple, but I still have to pay attention to the etiquette of apprenticeship. Do you think when I started learning?" Chen Ming said.

"It's a new era, so I won't pay attention to that anymore. Who would have learned to make clay pots now? If it weren't for the government's protection, our eye kiln would have collapsed long ago. The porcelain sold outside is much more beautiful than our clay pots. No one likes our clay pots, and sooner or later they will be completely eliminated." Chen Bangyou has also seen it now. People of their age have experienced too many storms.

Chen Ming smiled and said, "That won't work. I'll catch a chicken for you tomorrow."

"No, you don't have to take anything. The chickens and ducks I feed my family, you can catch a few of them and go back." Chen Bangyou felt that it was not easy for Chen Ming to live alone now, so he would not be able to ask for anything.

"Then when will we start learning?" Chen Ming asked.

"You can go today. Go to the kiln." Chen Bangyou immediately walked towards the old house.

Chen Bangyou’s old house has a turntable for making clay pots, and there is also a house that specializes in storing clay.

Making a clay pot is simple, it is to dry the clay into powder, then add water and clay, then put it on the turntable to make utensils of various shapes, dry it and then glazed it, and put it in the kiln for a period of time to become pottery. However, it is a tiring job to do it, and every step depends on craftsmanship and strength.

"I haven't moved for a long time, these clay pots are almost distorted." Chen Bangyou said, looking at the clay pots with thick dust in the room.

In the past, when making clay pots, it took a few households to get a kiln of clay pots and open a kiln. Now, the old people who make clay pots die, and it is difficult to get a kiln of clay pots a year. Although clay pots are not so popular, they are actually not difficult to sell. A truck of clay pots can be easily sold at the market. Because there are fewer clay pots now, and although there are fewer demands, there are really a lot of hard demands.
Chapter completed!