The boss who came from the end of the world, she is sick and needs to be cured

That's not what Zhao Jing wanted to hear, she interrupted: "Hey, by the way, I saw some nice-looking porcelain at the family's home in the west end of the town last night. They seem to have a ceramics workshop in a village in the south. Don’t you have earth spirit roots? Let’s not go to the beach for now. Let’s go to the village to make some suitable jars and jars. They can be dried and salted for storage.”

He Zheng's guilt was instantly wiped away, and he said reluctantly: "I won't go. The fire spirit roots I have been cultivating, and the earth spirit roots..." His words were full of disgust for the earth spirit roots!

Zhao Jing was a little amused, "Don't you know that people with earth spiritual roots have strong defenses? Do you think that because you have only cultivated fire spiritual roots, you can become single spiritual roots? Fool!"

Zhao Jing was right, but he had his own insistence, "I don't want to go! I don't want to get that mud! It's not clean!"

"I bet you have mysophobia, don't you? Brother Zheng, pottery and porcelain are all made of clay. If you don't add dirt to it, it will be clean. Moreover, you can make it look whatever you want. This sense of accomplishment will give others Even if you want it, you may not have it! Go, you have to go! It’s so pretentious, do you think you are still the eldest young master?”

He Zheng pursed his lips, thinking that the whip and reins were in his hands, and it was not up to him to decide which direction to take. He took the riding crop and was about to slap it on the horse's butt when Zhao Jing snatched it away.

Zhao Jing thought for a while, took the reins over, tightened the reins on the right, and the horses automatically walked to the trail on the right.

After confirming the direction, he returned the reins and riding whip to He Zheng, "Brother Zheng, you have just arrived at the Linghai Realm. There are still only a few drops of spiritual liquid in your dantian, and you haven't found a way to turn the spiritual energy into liquid. It's luck..."

He Zheng gritted his teeth. He had the technique, but he hadn't fully understood it yet, so he was a little slow.

Zhao Jing leaned on He Zheng, "I heard that the temperature in the kiln where pottery is fired is very high. Maybe you can find a way to transform spiritual energy into liquid from the process of turning mud into pottery."

He Zheng comes from a wealthy family, so he must have a way to convert spiritual energy into liquid, but he probably doesn't understand it well enough, so his cultivation progress is slow. Zhao Jing lamented: "Some vague concepts may be memorized a thousand or ten thousand times without understanding what they mean, but if you are there, you may understand them all at once."

He Zheng's cheeks felt a little hot, "I'll go."

A few years ago, he was ignorant and incompetent. He spent all day doing nothing, eating, drinking and having fun with his friends, and never paid any attention to cultivation. I always feel that power is the most useful thing in the world. No matter how high or low your cultivation level is, you will bow to power. It doesn’t matter whether you practice or not. until……

Zhao Jing suddenly heard the deliberately lowered voices of many people in the wind, and immediately changed her sitting position to a squatting position, "There is someone in front of me."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dozen bandits suddenly jumped out of the trees on both sides, wearing messy clothes and carrying weak iron knives, blocking the middle of the road!

The burly man with scars on his face, who looked extremely fierce and had a body full of flesh, pointed the knife at the two of them, "You know better, keep your money and women and spare your life!" He said, touching his chin lewdly, " Oh, this girl is pretty good-looking! Brothers, come on!"

Zhao Jing glanced at the bandits and smiled nonchalantly, "You handle this group of people."

He Zheng was a little helpless. His spiritual level was only enough to deal with bandits? This is also insulting!

After a while, Zhao Jing saw that they were still fighting inextricably, so she impatiently took the riding crop in her hand, "Hey, do you think it's interesting to beat them like this? If you are wise, get out of the way!" Pretending to slap the horse's butt.

The fierce man with scars on his face turned around and pointed the knife at Zhao Jing, "I'm telling you, you little girl, your best friend is fighting for you, but you still..."

Zhao Jing stood up, put her knife on the fierce man's neck, and kicked him. Then, the fierce man fell to the ground, and Zhao Jing's knife was stuck beside his neck.

Everyone, stunned, reacted and quickly hid behind the tree. Cruel! This little girl is cruel!

The fierce man was so frightened that he rolled his eyes and fainted.

Zhao Jing took the scabbard and patted the fierce man's face, "It's ugly and useless!"

He Zheng was almost used to Zhao Jing's crushing fighting style and consciously drove the car, "Shall we go?"

The ferocious man was about to wake up, but when he heard these words, he immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

Zhao Jing drew her knife, "I heard there is a ceramics workshop nearby. Get up and take us there. Otherwise, I will chop you up!"

Even with his eyes closed, the fierce man could still feel the flash of the blade. He got up and knelt on the ground with a mournful face, "Auntie!"

Zhao Jing put away the knife and said, "Very good. Let's go drive."

The fierce man's name was Wang Dazhu. As soon as he got into the car and saw fresh blood stains on the car's shaft, he was frightened to death. "Auntie, the mountain not far ahead is the ceramic workshop's quarry. Walk five hundred meters further from the quarry. Turn right and walk 300 meters to the ceramics workshop. Can I just send you to the quarry? I'm afraid..."

Zhao Jing sat down in the carriage and said, "We'll talk about it when we get there."

After walking for two-quarters of an hour, I saw a large piece of fresh rock, which was the stockyard.

Wang Dazhu got out of the car and led the horse, "Auntie, this is the quarry."

Zhao Jing looked around and saw smoke in the sky over the mountains ahead. "Well, let's go." Seeing Wang Dazhu, he ran away, "Wait a minute, the carriage will drive away."

Wang Dazhu came back and pulled the carriage without knowing why. He thought that he didn't make any money on this trip. It would be good to get two horses for a carriage for free. He heard Zhao Jing say: "In ten days, come here to pick me up."

He Zheng shook his head, "He will probably not come back."

Zhao Jing and He Zheng quickly ducked behind a pile of stones and observed the material yard.

The material yard is very large, more than 10,000 square meters, and you can't see the end at a glance. There is a stone fence all around, with only three gates left. Each gate is guarded and searched when you go out.

Those who didn’t know this thought it was a gold mine, and even searched it in a quarry!

Zhao Jing looked at He Zheng and said, "You disguise yourself, go in and help the workers, and become familiar with what the excavated rocks and soil are and what they are used for. Then, go to the ceramics workshop to secretly learn the production techniques and processes."

"how about you?"

"I, I'll find a suitable place to set up camp." Zhao Jing patted He Zheng on the back, "Don't worry, I won't abandon you. All my things are with you, and I'm still waiting for the pottery you made. , porcelain to hold the sun-dried salt and the medicine I made."

He Zheng was a little embarrassed, "Who is worried about being left behind? I'm not worried. I'm just worried that you will meet the village bully and the gangster..."

Zhao Jing smiled meaningfully, oh, this little fool is starting to wake up and know how to care about her!

He Zheng felt embarrassed and quickly changed the subject, "I'll accompany you to find a place to stay."