A man travels through time and becomes a widow, only wanting to pursue a career

Soon it was time to open the kiln.

The entrance of Chenjiacun.

More than ten ox-carts arrived early in the morning, headed by a horse-drawn carriage.

The people on duty in the patrol team today had never seen so many vehicles before, and they couldn't help but feel a little nervous, thinking they were coming from somewhere to cause trouble.

Just as he was about to run back and call someone, he was stopped by the boy sitting in front of the carriage.

"The person in the car is the county magistrate. He came to your Chenjia Village specifically to transport red bricks today."

When the man on duty heard that they were here to transport bricks, he stopped and asked briefly, trying to peek into the car.

The curtain of the carriage happened to be opened from the inside, and the person sitting inside was Magistrate Bai Xiaobai.

Magistrate Bai cupped his hands and said, "Thank you."

The man on duty took a closer look and saw that it was indeed the county magistrate who had dealt with Old Mrs. Cai in the ancestral hall last time. He did not dare to delay the important matter and quickly gave way to the intersection.

More than a dozen cars drove towards Chenjiahe.

The brick kiln factory was already bustling with activity.

The kiln fire had been extinguished long ago, and the kiln had been left to dry for a day and a night.

Chen Changsheng, Li Zheng, and all the kiln workers were waiting quietly, surrounded by layers of people watching the excitement, including people from Chenjia Village and people from several nearby villages.

People in those villages had long heard that a brick kiln had been built in Chenjiacun. At first, they didn't believe it. How could a kiln be built in a village as dilapidated as Chenjiacun, with few brick houses?

It's a big joke.

Until they saw two kilns built by the river with their own eyes, and heard that a widow took the lead in building them.

But some people laughed and said, so what if the kiln is built? Not everyone can bake bricks. How can a widow bake bricks?

It's a big joke.

Especially Zhao Lizheng from Zhaojia Village. He absolutely did not believe it and would not allow people from Chenjia Village to build brick kilns.

These days, he secretly sent people to inquire and heard that the widow who built the kiln was actually Zhao Daya, the daughter of old lady Cai. Zhao Daya, who had been submissive since childhood, actually built a kiln.

Zhao Lizheng couldn't sit still.

Last time, because of the incident involving old lady Cai, Zhao Lizheng had already been registered with the county government for being incompetent in discipline and allowing villagers to commit murders. He was inferior to others in several surrounding villages.

He has never been able to swallow this breath.

Today, he took a dozen young and strong men from Zhaojia Village to mix with the crowd and go to the kiln factory to see the excitement.

If the red bricks are not fired, forget it. After all, it is understandable that a woman cannot do anything important.

If the red bricks are really burned, then Zhao Lizheng must have a hand in it, because Zhao Daya is now a widow, after all, her surname is Zhao, and she is from his Zhaojia Village.

The people watching the excitement had their own thoughts, but Chen Changsheng didn't know it.

Chen Lizheng also didn't know that. Old Chen was nervous and excited, so when he learned that people from neighboring villages were watching the fun, he didn't stop him and let the patrol team in.

Chen Changsheng looked at the kiln workers in front of him and said seriously, "Everyone has worked hard these days. Only after seeing the bricks will everything be revealed."

She cupped her fists at an old master and said, "Master, please help me check."

Brick viewing needs to be done by the most experienced master craftsmen.

The master craftsman can tell whether the bricks are successful by observing the color of the bricks with the naked eye.

An old master who built the brick kiln for Chen Changsheng slowly climbed up to the top while holding on to the frame, peered through the chimney hole at the top of the kiln mouth, and then turned back and nodded slightly to Chen Changsheng below.

Chen Changsheng understood the master's meaning, and she shouted, "Open the kiln!"

The kiln workers were ordered to carefully shovel open the yellow mud seal outside the kiln. When the entrance was exposed, everyone stopped what they were doing.

With everyone's expectant eyes, Chen Changsheng walked into the kiln, and not long after, he saw her coming out holding a few red bricks.

The fired red bricks are still steaming, like steamed buns freshly baked. Just looking at them makes people feel happy.

Li Zheng on the side walked forward with a few strides, picked up two red bricks and weighed them in his hands, "The weight is moderate, neither heavy nor light."

Then the two bricks collided again, and the sound was clear and crisp.

Li Zheng turned the brick over and looked at it carefully, pinched the corners of the brick hard, and then said excitedly, "It has sharp edges and corners, a smooth surface, and no extra particles. This red brick is really well made, not bad!"

All the kiln workers heaved a sigh of relief after hearing the affirmation from the two authoritative old men, Mr. Brick Master and Chen Lizheng.

The hard work and busyness of these people are not in vain after all.

With red bricks, there is hope. When wages are settled at the end of the month, they will be able to afford bricks and build houses.

Everyone's faces in Chenjiacun were filled with joy.

Chen Changsheng smiled and said loudly to the kiln workers, "Go in and move the bricks."

Everyone came in and out in an orderly manner, carefully moving the piles of red bricks out of the kiln and stacking them neatly, as if they were carrying hope for the future.

But Zhao Lizheng in the crowd seemed unhappy. He really didn't expect that old man Chen's village could still produce red bricks.

When he was young, he was a head shorter than Chen Laigen. Now that there is a brick kiln, wouldn't Old Chen want to sit on his head and urinate in the future?

Zhao Lizheng's eyes turned red, and he whispered to a few strong men in the same village, "You guys also sneak in and move bricks, and move to our Zhaojia Village!"

"Uncle, are we going to move too? If the people from Chenjiacun see it, they will beat us to death." A young man said boldly, "This is their territory and we have no right to speak."

Zhao Lizheng cursed, "You know nothing! Was that kiln built by Zhao Daya?"

"Yes."

"Then is Zhao Daya's surname Zhao? Is her natal family from my Zhaojia Village?"

"Yes."

"The kiln built by the people of my Zhaojia Village belongs to my Zhaojia Village, and the red bricks inside must belong to the people of my Zhaojia Village."

The young man was confused by Zhao Lizheng's words and nodded in understanding, "That seems to be the case."

"Then hurry up and move. I, Zhao Lizai, can move as long as you want."

A dozen men also came forward and headed into the kiln with their heads buried.

At this time, there were many people in the kiln factory, immersed in the joy of the success of the kiln. There was chattering and people everywhere, but no one noticed the movement here. A dozen men actually took advantage of the chaos and moved hundreds of pieces. Bricks to the distance.

When the people in Zhaojiacun were preparing to move the second round, they were discovered by Aunt Ma.

Aunt Ma watches the kiln factory every day and knows exactly which kiln workers she has recruited.

She looked at the unfamiliar faces and thought they were helpers that Chen Changsheng specially hired from somewhere.

But the more I looked at it, the more I felt something was wrong. Why did the helper move the bricks so far away?

Aunt Ma couldn't help but ask Chen Changsheng, "Dafu Niang, did you invite those men who moved the bricks?"