Yipin County Magistrate: Start with invincibility

Chapter 107 The county magistrate's arrangements are unpredictable

On Qin Feng's side, after returning to the yamen, he called Wan Kunming to close the door and stayed there for half an afternoon.

After opening the door, he threw a few pieces of paper to the carpenters and told them to get out the drawings in his hand first.

"This thing needs to be polished carefully. I made a shape out of mud and gave it to you. You can use it as a reference. You must give it to me the day after tomorrow at the latest!"

"Yes, my lord, I will definitely do my best."

Several carpenters took the blueprints and frowned after looking at them: "Hiss—what kind of object is this? Are you going to make a windmill?"

"It's not like a windmill, how can a windmill be made of wood?"

"Hey, let's just make it, what else do we care about? Didn't we all make it like this before? When it's made and Master Qin uses it, we'll understand."

"That's the reason, come here, stop the parts of the waterwheel first, let's hurry up and get this!"

A group of carpenters got busy.

Qin Feng was not idle, and immediately called a few yamen servants and gave them some instructions. The yamen servants took the money, drove a carriage, and left the county.

Afterwards, he went back to the room and stayed there all afternoon.

The next day, Qin Feng dragged Wan Kunming to the kiln again.

He walked around, followed by several "tails" all the time.

These tails got Qin Feng's movements, and went back to report to Hu Lai and the others in shifts.

"Where did Qin Feng go today? If he buys any ingredients, you will grab him. If he solicits customers on the street to make publicity, you will be one step behind him, and tell those people bad things about Chunxianglou."

"Remember, whatever Qin Feng is doing, you all have to do everything possible to sabotage it, do you understand?"

"Reporting to the senior officials, Qin Feng stayed in the yamen yesterday, but he came out early this morning, but...he didn't go to buy any weird ingredients, but went to the kiln."

Hu Lai didn't hear clearly, frowned, and said strangely: "What? He went to a brothel? Didn't he personally smash and close the only brothel in Ninghai?"

"..."

"It's not a kiln, it's a kiln factory, a place where porcelain is fired."

Hu Lai and the other squires were even more confused.

Qin Feng's going to the kiln factory is even more unbelievable than his going to the kiln. Didn't he want to double the sales of Chunxianglou in three days?

What does he rely on?By firing porcelain?
Zhang Shun frowned, and said to those "tails": "This Qin Feng, maybe he got some rare and good wine. The intention is to use it as a treasure, and the business of Chunxianglou will be good."

Hu Lai nodded, thinking it was possible.

"Listen up, you guys, which kiln Qin Feng went to, you go with it. When there is no one at night, look at the jars waiting to be fired in the kiln, all of them have been smashed! Hear 0?"

"Yes, sir!"

The servants retreated, Hu Lai and Zhang Shun smiled at each other with all the gentry.

"Hmph! Smash your jar and see what you use to hold wine!"

It was night, and a few doglegs really went to the kiln factory, and looked around with candles, looking for the trace of the wine jar.

"Here! There's a wine jar here!"

One shouted.

"Smash!"

After smashing, the legs were confused: "Why are there only so few?"

"Huh? What is that?"

A sharp-eyed person saw several strange-shaped things in the area of ​​the embryo that had not yet been fired and had just been shaped.

In front of Gouzzizi was an awl-shaped container with a small mouth and a wide bottom.

Not like a vase, nor like a jar, he had never seen anything of this shape in his many years of working in a gentry's house.

The thing next to it was even more oddly shaped.

Some have round bellies with a small opening.

Some are simply squeezed into a tube-shaped object, which is thin and long.

Some have curved necks, and their appearances seem to have an indescribable beauty.

There are so many strange things, it dazzles the dog's eyes.

"What are these things for? Shattering or not?"

asked a leg.

The other quickly stopped and said: "Don't move! These objects are weird. You can't tell what they are. Ordinary people can't use them. I guess they should be custom-made by some high-ranking officials. If they are smashed, we can get rid of them." It's been stabbed."

"No... I think that these strange things must not be used by ordinary people like us. Most likely, some Taoist or some Buddha wants to burn the magic weapon."

"Cut... the magic vessel, should it be fired in a porcelain kiln?"

"Then what do you say this is?"

"I—I don't know."

"You don't know what to say! I heard a story told by a poor scholar next door. In it, there was a Taoist master with powerful mana who exorcised demons and ghosts by relying on a strange gourd beside him."

"I think this thing looks like the gourd he mentioned!"

Just as he was talking, the "gourd" suddenly moved.

"hiss--"

The man said, thinking about it carefully, he stopped a few accomplices around him with his hands and pushed them back a few steps: "Quick! Back up! I'm afraid some monsters are going to come out of here! The wine jar is also smashed!" Come on, let's get out of here quickly!"

Several legs were frightened, and all of them changed their expressions and left the kiln with wind in their feet.

After they left, behind the preform that looked like a "cucurbit", a mouse flashed by...

(End of this chapter)