It's noon now. Country people generally don't usually eat lunch but the market is still lively. When the ox cart drove out of the town, it happened to bump into two other ox carts, which were full of villagers who were about to go back. Naturally there were also people from Lingjia Village. The villagers, upon seeing the large and small packages in their car, they couldn't help pointing.

 

       The happy atmosphere of the group was instantly destroyed. The only person who could still laugh was Ling Jingxuan. However, whether his smile comes from the heart is open to question.

 

　　"Brother Han, is there a kiln shop in the market at the entrance of our village?"

 

　　When approaching the intersection of several villages, Ling Jingxuan suddenly asked. He remembered seeing it when he passed there in the morning.

 

　　"Yeah, the pots and bricks fired by the old Wang's family are all good. Do you want pots or bricks?"

 

　　Along the way, they also knew that Ling Jingxuan had made some money by catching fish recently, and Han Fei thought that he might want to buy tiles to renovate the house.

 

　　"I want to buy some jars. Brother Zhao, please stop by that shop later."

 

　　It's not that Ling Jingxuan didn't see what he meant, but he didn't say much. There is no rush to build a house. The only thing he has to do now is to make money. He has no objection  of building a big tile house with green bricks because he doesn’t want to continue to live in that thatched cottage. Among other things, the winter here is not like the 20th century because of environmental pollution. Warm winters are common all over the world. The real winter is absolutely cold. Before that, he'd have to build the house anyway.

 

　　"Brother, are you still buying jars? Is the jam really sold?"

 

　　When Ling Jingpeng heard this, he finally remembered about the jam.

 

　　"Well, the other party has also placed an order. They will come to pick it up tomorrow. It's necessary to buy more jars and keep them ready."

 

　　Zhao Han and his wife are outsiders after all. Ling Jingxuan doesn't want to say too much. People are selfish. One tael of silver for a jar of jam, who can guarantee that they won't stab him in the back after they know?

 

　　After all, Ling Jingxuan still doesn't believe in human nature. Just like before he died, the man who loved him deeply invited him to leave together, but he refused repeatedly.

 

　　"That's right! As long as it can be sold, I'll stay and help you and I'll go back at night."

 

　　Ling Jingpeng didn't think too much, nodded and made a decision.

 

　　Not long after, the bullock cart stopped in front of a simple shop full of various baked products. It was said to be a shop, but it was actually an enlarged version of the stall. The front was full of earthen pots and other things, and a shed was built behind. In this season, the boss's business seems to be not good.

 

        This time Zhao Han and his wife did not get off the car with them, but Tie Wazi hurriedly jumped with the two buns down. If there is no one in the cart the goods may be stolen by others.

 

　　"Isn't this Brother Peng, what do you want to buy today?"

 

　　Seeing Ling Jingpeng, a burly man in his thirties warmly greeted him. He was the old man that Han Fei said. Because Ling Jingpeng and Ling Chenglong came here to buy a lot of jars yesterday, and he still remembered him.

 

　　"Brother Wang, this is my elder brother Ling Jingxuan. We still want to buy some jars."

 

　　Ling Jingpeng blushed unnaturally, scratched his head and said shyly.

 

　　"Your elder brother... isn't that just... I'm sorry, sorry, look at my stinky mouth. What can Mr. Ling want?"

 

　　Old Wang is not from Lingjia Village but he has also heard about Ling Jingxuan. Although he reflexively said something that should not be said, his eyes do not have the contempt and disdain of the villagers of Lingjia Village, like looking down on ants. Ling Jingxuan didn't take his unintentional mistake to heart, raised a smile and said: "I want to buy that clay pot the size of a salt shaker like those I bought yesterday. And I want a hundred of them. I wonder if Brother Wang have stocks here?"

 

　　"A hundred?!"

 

　　Two exclamations from Ling Jingpeng and Lao Wang sounded almost at the same time. Both of them have expressions of disbelief.

 

　　"Well, one hundred."

 

　　Facing their almost stupefied stares, Ling Jingxuan nodded solemnly.

 

　　"Brother, why do you want so much..."

 

　　"I know what you want to ask, let's go back and talk about it."

 

　　Raising his hand to interrupt Ling Jingpeng's doubts, Ling Jingxuan gave him a comforting look.

 

        Ling Wen, who was beside them, also tacitly tugged at the hem of his clothes. He is young and doesn't have as many twists and turns in his heart. But at least he knows that the money must not be revealed. The fact that their family is going to make a lot of money, they must not let others know.

 

　　"Um."

 

　　Looking at the elder brother and then lowering his head to look at the elder nephew, Ling Jingpeng stepped aside decisively. He believed in the elder brother and even more in the elder nephew. If he was not absolutely sure, even if the elder brother was willing, the elder nephew would never stand by.

 

　　"Brother Wang, is there any stock?"

 

　　Seeing this, Ling Jingxuan asked again, and couldn't help but glance at those pots and jars on the ground. Those kind of jars are very common, there should be a hundred of them, right?

 

　　"Yes, yes, a batch just came out of the kiln today, but it's a little bigger than the one you bought yesterday. That's it, do you think it's okay?"

 

　　After regaining his composure, Lao Wang bent down and picked up a jar the size of a thick bowl, Ling Jingxuan took the jar and looked at it repeatedly, nodded and said: "Okay, that's it, brother Wang. Can you deliver it to my home?"

 

　　In the afternoon, he had to go to the mountains to pick wild fruits, make jam, and make medicine for Ling Jinghan, so he really didn't have time to move the jars.

 

　　"No problem. I'll send it to you personally later."

 

　　Lao Wang was also a straightforward person, so he agreed without thinking about it. Ling Jingxuan suddenly asked, "Do you still have that kind of pot with a long mouth and a big belly?"

 

　　"There are no more. I think you should know that that kind of jars are not easy to make, and the price is too expensive. Most people would not buy them at all. I made the 20 jars yesterday. I went to the county to do business at that time. Rich people use it for flower arrangement, so I thought it was interesting and made some.”

 

　　Shaking his head and sighed helplessly. Ordinary jars only cost a few cents apiece. The kind cost twenty cents apiece, and he sold them at a loss. In this rural area, who would be willing to spend twenty cents to buy one?

 

　　"Well... can I order it? But I want to order a bigger one. It looks like it can hold about ten catties of wine. It must be in all white. Then a dark "Ling" engraved on the belly. It would be even better if it could be matched with a matching cork for the words "Lingjia Distillery". Do you think it can be made?"

 

　　After pondering for a while, Ling Jingxuan rubbed his chin and asked thoughtfully. When he went to the grocery store today, he also inquired about the status of the wine. He learned that there was no wine in Daqing, at least it was not common, so he wanted to make more wine.

 

       As for the special burning wine bottle, this is for the so-called brand effect, if he does not do it, he will not do it. Now that he has done it, it must be unique, so that everyone who has drunk it will never forget. They will remember his Ling's signboard. This will lay a solid foundation for a large number of sales in the future.