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

Zhao Jing didn't want to sleep in the wild, but their situation was not suitable for living in a crowd, and they could easily injure innocent people.

"How about we find a place and you use the earth spirit roots to build a house big enough for the two of us?"

He Zheng has never practiced earth spiritual roots at all. In his experience and understanding, he has never used spiritual roots to build a house. He has never heard that spiritual roots can be used in this way. "Then you can also use wood spiritual roots." Build a treehouse!”

Zhao Jing stared at He Zheng, "Brother Zheng, we won't be able to stay here for long. Those people already know that you are nearby and will chase you soon."

He Zheng said quietly: "I... thought you were joking."

Zhao Jing was speechless, did she seem to be joking? "Meet at the material yard in the evening. Now, separate."

Seeing Zhao Jing disappear quickly in front of his eyes, He Zheng couldn't help clenching his fists to encourage himself.

Zhao Jing walked slowly to the ceramics workshop and saw that the wall was divided into several areas. A straw shed was set up at the door. Under the shed, two people kneaded the clay balls. The two people shaped the kneaded clay balls into shapes. Put it in a dark, dry shed slightly inside and move on to the next one.

In the room next to the door, someone carefully sifted dry soil of different colors, powdered ores, shells, etc., weighed them with a scale, stirred them together according to a certain ratio, and added water to knead them into a mud ball.

"Girl, who are you looking for?"

An old man in coarse clothes walked into the door carrying a basket three times larger than him. "Here, someone, help pick it up. This is extremely precious white porcelain clay. This is the only basket we got today. Don't spill it."

Zhao Jing stepped forward and held up the uncle's basket, "Uncle, you can put it down. Can this white porcelain clay be used to make extremely beautiful white porcelain?"

The uncle put down the backpack and watched with some disbelief as Zhao Jing gently placed the two hundred to three hundred kilogram backpack on the ground, "The little girl has really strong hands."

Zhao Jing was a little surprised, "I am very strong, and I don't know anything else. Uncle, I want to buy some pottery pots and porcelain. Is your manager here?"

In the warehouse, Zhao Jing looked at several large vats and touched them with her fingers. They were quite rough. "Is there any delicate porcelain? Such a big one."

"No."

"Is there a very small porcelain bottle, smaller than my hand? The kind used to hold medicine and rouge."

"No. But the kiln we are about to open has small white porcelain bowls in it. If you like it, girl, I can sell you two. The rest are reserved by customers and cannot be sold to you."

After a pause, the uncle looking at the warehouse continued: "I heard from Manager Zhang that we will make all kinds of medicine bottles in the next kiln. If you need it, girl, you can go to Manager Zhang to make an order. He usually comes to take stock at noon. Work situation in the morning."

Zhao Jing quietly stuffed a piece of silver into the uncle who was looking at the warehouse, "Uncle, I see that the formed clay is put in the closed shed. When will it be put into the kiln for burning?"

"Once it's dry, you can put it in and burn it."

"Uncle, I see that the things put into that shed are all mud-colored, and most of them are still mud-colored after drying. How come they turn into colorful colors after being burned? I have seen black bowls before, and there are also bowls with colorful patterns on the inside. Yes, it’s very beautiful and very expensive.”

"Haha, that's all thanks to the glaze."

The uncle who was looking at the warehouse came closer and whispered with infinite longing: "The highest-grade porcelain in the world is drawn, glazed, and carved with spiritual energy. As long as the spiritual energy is sufficient, it is very likely that the porcelain will become spiritual porcelain."

"Spirit porcelain? What is that?"

"Legend has it that spiritual porcelain can hold the universe. A bottle as big as this one," the uncle looking at the warehouse used his two fingers to draw a porcelain bottle that could hold about fifty milliliters of liquid, "can hold such a large bowl of water." He gestured with one hand.

"So, little girl, this porcelain is beautiful on the one hand, but useful and can be installed are the most important. It's a pity that no one can make a world-famous piece of spiritual porcelain!"

In the quarry, He Zheng carefully observed the soil and rocks of different colors, and put some in the ring space while no one noticed.

Although he didn't know the name of each type of soil and rock, he renamed them according to their colors and different feelings.

I was about to do more research when I noticed that there was a huge amount of dust on the only way to the material yard. This...

He Zheng quickly left the stockyard and squatted behind a tree when he saw a black carriage and dozens of men in black. However, Wang Dazhu, who had just run away, was actually giving directions to the man in black!

The moment he saw the black carriage, He Zheng's breath was stagnant. He felt chills all over his body. He couldn't stop trembling. He kept telling himself, hold on, hold on, hold on!

Wang Dazhu stopped at the side of the material yard, "Sir, I sent them here and went back. The woman also asked me to pick them up in ten days. They must still be here."

When the workers in the stock yard saw the men in black and the all-black carriage stopped, they suddenly felt that all the blood in their bodies had solidified, and their backs felt cold. They were extremely unlucky.

These extremely vicious people from Youlan Palace!

The workers fled desperately, running to the mountains and villages. However, they were soon driven back by the people in black. Stewards are among them.

The man in black took out a picture and compared them one by one. Wang Dazhu looked at the workers and shook his head, "Sir, they are not here. They must have gone to the ceramics workshop. The woman said she was going to the ceramics workshop to do something."

The man in black waved the portrait in front of the workers again, "Have you seen this man?"

Everyone shook their heads, "I haven't seen it before."

The man in black who searched the stockyard came back and shook his head at the leader. The leader looked at the material yard, then at a group of workers whose legs were shaking with fear, and then led the team towards the ceramics workshop.

After all the men in black left, the workers in the stock yard slumped on the ground, gasping for air. Some unconsciously touched their necks to see if their heads were still there.

A day laborer in the material yard opened his mouth, "They..."

Before the day laborer finished speaking, the steward's eye knife flew over, and the people next to him quickly covered the laborer's mouth. Everyone looked around with lingering fear, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the man in black was gone.

After a long time, there was no other sound around except their breathing and heartbeat. The steward warned in a low voice: "You guys are so good at keeping your mouth shut. If I know that you dare to cause trouble for the stockyard and the boss just for a little profit, I want you to look good!"

Everyone trembled and nodded hurriedly.

In the woods, He Zheng wore a green cloak and moved cautiously deeper into the woods. If you stay in this place any longer, you will definitely die.

However, Zhao Jing... I hope she can notice it sooner and escape sooner.