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Chapter 84: Is exchanging earthenware pots for 0 plants worth the risk?

If Wen Qikang were here, he would definitely recognize at a glance that the earthenware pot in the corner is exactly the same as the one he had carefully selected to brew medicine.

The earthenware pot in this corner is almost a replica of that pot, both in terms of its size and the pattern on its surface.

It is said that no two leaves in the world are exactly alike, but at this moment, the earthenware pot in front of Wenwen has broken this record.

If they hadn't personally picked up the fragments of the earthenware pot, they would have suspected that the pot itself had come back to life.

Several people simultaneously stared at the earthenware pot.

Ye Jingchuan asked, puzzled, "What, you're interested in this?"

Wenwen thought to herself, it's more than just being interested.

If we could find many such earthenware jars, then the problem of large quantities of candy might be solved. Even if the explosion doesn't solve the problem, at least we'd get more broken pieces of tile, which would make the large quantity issue manageable.

"Uncle, can we look at this earthenware pot?"

"Sure, I made these myself. If you want, I have plenty more."

“There are still many!” Wen Chengjian and Wen Chengbin were stunned.

"Yes, there are many. I made all of these myself. Look, this row, that row..."

Wenwen was worried that her uncle would go on and on about his great achievements, so she interrupted him at the right moment, "Uncle, let's start with this and talk about it slowly, okay?"

"also."

"This earthenware pot was made in my first year as an apprentice, under the guidance of my grandmaster, and it took me an hour to fire. I fired two identical ones at the time, and asked someone to bring one back to my sister."

"Now my sister's is broken."

As Ye Jingchuan spoke, he glanced at the people in front of him and then added, "My master once said that adding a special stone powder would make the clay pots very durable and they wouldn't easily crack unless they encountered something extraordinary."

Ye Jingchuan observed the expressions of the people in front of him, especially Wenwen.

"The broken tile you brought me today is the same earthenware pot I sent back to my sister years ago."

"Can any of you tell me the story of that broken tile?"

At this moment, Wenwen's mind was unusually clear.

She's not afraid to tell stories, she's just afraid the stories aren't worthwhile.

Who says she won't go off-topic? She's a very wise person, okay?

After careful consideration, a plan came to mind. "Uncle, you can make earthenware pots? That's amazing!"

Ye Jingchuan was, after all, an elder. Since the master of Medicine King Valley valued him, it meant that he was also a rare talent.

He could see right through the little girl's intentions, but he didn't expose her because he was willing to cooperate.

"Yes, I can do it. Making clay pots is a piece of cake. But special clay pots are more difficult."

"Uncle, do you know how to cook special dishes?"

"Of course, yes. Just remove the 'ma' part."

"Okay, Uncle. Could you cook something special for us?"

Ye Jingchuan mentally weighed the options, "You need to specify what's special first. If you want something that can change size, your uncle doesn't know how. I'm not a god, I don't have such advanced skills. But if you're talking about something that's resistant to drops and high temperatures, then your uncle can give it a try."

"Uncle, we need bomb-proof ones, is that okay?"

"Cough, cough, cough... Explosion-proof?"

This startled Ye Jingchuan, causing him to cough incessantly.

This kid is really daring. Even if you gave him a hundred heads, plus his master's thousand heads, he still couldn't make a clay pot that could withstand explosions.

"Oh, are these too high a requirements?"

Wenwen looked embarrassed and quickly comforted him, "Uncle, the explosion-proof requirements are too special, it's okay if you can't meet them. We can lower the requirements, drop-resistant and high-temperature resistant is fine too, just like the one in front of us."

Oh dear, the attack power was so insulting that Ye Jingchuan felt deeply hurt.

It's not that he can't do it, it's that the materials don't allow it.

"These items here are all drop-resistant and heat-resistant. Take whatever you like."

"Uncle, is there a limit to the number?"

Ye Jingchuan sighed inwardly once again, thinking to himself, "This little girl has quite an appetite."

"There are no restrictions. You can take them all if you have the ability."

"Is that really true? Uncle, a gentleman's word is his bond!"

"Really? I won't pursue it."

Wenwen turned to look at Wen Chengbin, who was also a talented person.

"Uncle, could you lend me a carriage? We can take the jars to the middle courtyard of the second district on Xing'an Street and store them there until the time is right. You see, this..."

"what?"

Ye Jiangchuan's mouth could fit a duck egg; he was truly astonished by his nephew's words.

However, he is a gentleman, a true gentleman, how could he lose his integrity?

"Okay, pick whichever you like."

Ye Jingchuan was so generous because these earthenware pots were not his most satisfying works. He was confident that he could make even better ones, so he didn't feel bad about giving them away.

"Once you've chosen, I'll have the driver deliver it to you."

"Okay, thank you, Uncle."

The three of them could only choose based on their intuition, while also taking Ye Jingchuan's opinion into consideration.

It turns out that the earthenware pot given to Mr. Ye was his initial prototype. Over the years, with the advancement of technology and the development of stone powder, the earthenware pots produced have made a qualitative leap compared to the previous ones.

He suggested selecting at least one from each row, noting which one was used well, and telling him about it so that he could bring it to them again when the opportunity arose.

Ye Jingchuan's generosity delighted Wenwen, but it also made her feel somewhat indebted to him.

Ever since they met Uncle Ye, they've been the ones getting all the benefits from him, while their own family is treated like a sugar rooster.

As Wenwen was thinking about what to give back to Uncle Ye, Ye Jingchuan took out another small medicine box.

"Here, these are two life-saving pills, developed by my master. They can save lives in critical moments. Take them and make sure you keep them safe."

Afterwards, Ye Jingchuan focused on preparing the medicine.

Wenwen, Wenchengjian, and Wenchengbin were jumping around selecting earthenware pots.

Wen Chengbin also complained, "I should have dragged my third uncle over with me; this job is more suitable for him."

"Yes, it is."

"It suits him."

Wenwen turned to look at her brother, then at Ye Jingchuan who was preparing medicine.

After a fierce internal struggle, was it worth the risk to exchange the earthenware pot for the spiritual plant?

Thinking back to her uncle Ye's generosity and her aunt's trust in him, she decided to repay her uncle with some broken branches and leaves of the Star Lotus Grass, regardless of the consequences.

The plant hasn't fully grown yet, but there are quite a few broken branches and leaves.

Although using the whole plant for medicinal purposes doubles the effect, the remaining branches and leaves are not necessarily without value.

Having made up her mind, Wenwen took out some loose branches and leaves and casually stuffed them into a clay pot next to her.

Wen Chengjian and Wen Chengbin, standing beside him, looked like they'd seen a ghost and couldn't help but whisper a reminder, "Animals, a whole herd of animals."

Wenwen only realized upon hearing this that it was a troublesome thing.

However, it was too late to take it back.

"Huh, what's that smell? Where's it coming from?"