Uncle Han looked like a rabbit when he ate. He put the food into his mouth, pursed his lips and kept chewing. While chewing, he raised his head and looked around, as if someone would rush over to snatch his food at any time.

Gu Qingxiao watched him eating, and couldn't help but wonder how many times this old kiln worker had been robbed of food during his childhood before he looked like he was eating now.

Thinking about the bullying that my predecessor suffered in the village, if I had not traveled through time, my predecessor would have looked like this when eating, right?

How did a child without a father and mother, who had been eating hundreds of meals in the village for these years, grow up gritted his teeth in the torment of poverty and bullying? At the last moment of his life, he was still running for his life in a panic, until his death

His head was knocked on a stone. If the soul exists, is he now free or unwilling? He lives so hard and exerts so much effort, but in the end he still cannot wait for a good result.

Gu Qing suddenly felt distressed for his predecessor.

Did he ever have beautiful dreams? Did he dream about the day when he was old and his children and grandchildren were around his knees? Did he, like himself, count the ice edges under the eaves when he was lonely?

Souls from two different worlds should echo each other from a distance, right? Otherwise, how could there be such a mysterious fate?

The difference is that Gu Qing will not take the same path as him, and his cowardly character will kill him faster than the enemy.

"Today's food is good, there is more and more meat, and it tastes good." Uncle Han burped after eating, put down his bowl and chopsticks, and sighed: "My boss is so kind to me. In fact, I just need to pay my wages."

, you don’t have to take care of the food anymore, I always feel guilty every time I finish eating, the old man only did so much work, but got too much."

Gu Qinghun said nonchalantly: "Uncle, just go ahead and eat, I won't be able to eat for a few meals. You are an old kiln worker, and you have to make decisions on many things. You should be paid whatever you want."

Uncle Han shook his head: "I'm old, but my craftsmanship is actually very average."

He raised his head and pointed to the station where the porcelain kiln craftsmen were stationed. Uncle Han said: "Many of them are better than me. The old man has only fired pottery, not porcelain. He doesn't know how to apply glaze, and he doesn't know how to control the heat. The owner of this

I'm afraid I won't be able to eat a bowl of rice for long."

Gu Qing said solemnly: "Uncle, please don't say that. My employer values ​​trust and affection, not ability. In my heart, you are more important than those craftsmen."

Uncle Han looked at him in shock. Gu Qing's answer was beyond his expectation.

"Master, you..."

Gu Qing smiled and said: "Work hard and eat hard. You are the first person I invited. Our employer-employee relationship must start well and end well. One day you will be too old to work anymore, I will send you back in glory."

Live your life at home."

Uncle Han was moved and said: "Don't worry, my boss, the old man won't know anything else, but this kiln entrance also contains the secrets of the boss. The old man will not let out a word until his death. From now on, the kiln entrance is the old man's life."

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Gu Qing shook his head: "Don't make it so serious. If you work harder for a few more years, uncle, I will send you a generous pension back home. If you work hard for a few more years, good times are still waiting for you."

Uncle Han grinned, his eyes full of longing: "My home is not far from here. I have two sons and one daughter. The daughter got married early, and the eldest son also married his mother-in-law. Only the second son is left without a place to live. When I earn enough money

Go home and announce your marriage to Erlang openly, and you will have no regrets in this life. Haha, hurry up. The old man has done the math. He will save money for another half a year, and it will be enough. If he can announce his marriage next year, please do it.

My boss condescended to come to my house for a glass of wedding wine. My family’s good life is all thanks to my boss, so I must drink this glass of wine.”

"Okay, you must drink it, I will also give you a big gift, I guarantee that your face will be bright."

Chatting with Uncle Han made Gu Qing feel very comfortable. He had gradually come to like this kind of trivial chat, and he also fell in love with these simple and unpretentious people. Their innocent nature was something Gu Qing had never been exposed to in his whole life, and their kind of personality

The energy to always have hope despite living in poverty is something Gu Qing has always lacked.

In the previous life, those people who had no worries about food, clothing, work, study, and leisure, lived in such despair, as if they were suffering in hell every day. Although their days were getting better and better, their spirits were getting poorer and poorer. What did they lack?

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At night, the craftsmen at the kiln station all fell asleep, and the villagers doing chores also went down the mountain and went home one after another.

Uncle Han was left alone to guard the huge ceramic kiln.

Uncle Han may not have much ability, but his attitude towards doing things is very rigorous. He inspected all the kiln entrances from beginning to end twice with a torch, especially the entrance of the pit where coal was dug out, and carefully piled it on top.

He filled it with firewood to cover it up, cleaned up the coal scattered on the ground, and finally loosened the reins of several dogs in the fence. After doing this, Uncle Han walked into his small house with a yawn.

There are no lights in the house, and lighting them consumes oil. Uncle Han is reluctant to let his boss waste money. Farmers are simple people, and they will always find ways to live their lives at zero cost. They never consider the quality of life. For them, being able to live

, being able to eat well is already the highest quality of life. Whether there is a light or not is not important.

Before going to bed, Uncle Han lay on the hardwood bed, resting his head on his arms, looking at the stars in the night sky. He couldn't help but secretly imagine how great it would be if he could be a few years younger, so that he could be like the craftsmen on the other side of the kiln.

I beg you to learn some crafts, such as porcelain firing, glazing, and decoration, any kind of craftsmanship will do. After you learn the craftsmanship, you can work for your employer, and the monthly wages you receive will make you feel less guilty and ashamed.

Yes, it would be nice to be a few years younger...

Uncle Han sighed, and then laughed again. That's all, it's okay now. At this age, with only a few years to live, he should be ashamed to receive some wages. Think about the fact that the second man in the family hasn't said goodbye yet, and Uncle Han's love for Gu Qing

I feel less guilty. I will work hard and do more work in the future. After all, I can't be too ashamed of my employer. I can only owe you the debt I owe you.

Uncle Han finally fell asleep gradually.

Late at night, the autumn wind suddenly picked up, and I could hear wind and thunder.

Several dogs in the fence suddenly became restless, running around quickly in the fence, lowering themselves from time to time, showing their fangs in a certain direction, and roaring in a low voice.

More than a dozen figures appeared like ghosts, climbed over the fence easily, and approached towards the entrance of the kiln.

The guarding dogs finally started barking loudly, and two dogs rushed forward and bit one of the figures fiercely. As soon as they jumped into the air, they were knocked to the ground by a heavy stick, and they were gone forever.

Suddenly, the other dogs became frightened and no longer dared to approach, barking at the uninvited guests from a distance.

The barking of dogs finally alerted the nearby craftsman station, and the torches were lit one by one, approaching the kiln entrance fence.

The uninvited guests suddenly panicked, and the leader hurriedly said: "Don't panic, we are already here. We must take a look at the secret recipe at the entrance of the kiln, otherwise we will take such a risk in vain, hurry up!"

Everyone then sped up and ran towards the kiln entrance.

As they approached the entrance of the kiln, everyone froze.

Under the dark night, a torch suddenly lit up, and Uncle Han's old face appeared in front of everyone, staring at them coldly.

"Yao Guitang, what do you want to do with bringing so many people to Shiqiao Village?" Uncle Han obviously knew the leader. He took a step forward and asked in a deep voice.

When the leader saw that he was recognized, he was a little surprised. Then he looked ferocious and said gloomily: "It's none of your business. Get out of the way. I won't steal or rob. I'll leave after just one look."

Uncle Han shook his head: "This is Shiqiao Village, the entrance to the owner's kiln. No one is allowed to enter without the owner's permission. Out of sympathy for fellow villagers, you should leave quickly. I will treat you as if you have never been here."

The craftsmen behind were holding torches and getting closer and closer to the kiln entrance. Yao Guitang also panicked and gritted his teeth and said: "Get out of the way, I don't want to hurt you..."

Uncle Han was also a little scared. He had never experienced this scene in his life. However, after a short period of fear, he finally took a step forward and said in a trembling voice: "When an old man receives his wages from his employer, he should be loyal to his employer. Quickly

Retreat, otherwise don't blame me for filing a lawsuit tomorrow!"

The word "sue the official" completely angered Yao Guitang, so he suddenly picked up the wooden stick in his hand and suddenly hit Uncle Han.

Uncle Han was too old to react at all. He was caught off guard and the wooden stick hit him on the forehead. Blood immediately gurgled down. Uncle Han opened his eyes wide and fell to the ground without saying a word.

The fellow villagers who followed Yao Guitang were also frightened and said at a loss: "Guitang, you killed someone, someone died! You... you never said you came to kill people. It was you who did it. Don't involve us!"

After saying that, the people brought by Yao Guitang shouted and ran away. Yao Guitang was shocked and frightened, stamping his feet and hissing: "He's not dead, not dead! I didn't kill anyone!"
Chapter completed!