Fang Chi got up late today than usual and didn't get up at noon, but he insisted on going out for a walk, then went to his grandfather's place to eat something to make his stomach.

Then he took the kid to the river for a walk. The kid is now old and is not as good as before, but he is unwilling to lie down at home and bask in the sun. So Fang Chi will take him out for a walk whenever he has time.

After taking a walk, the boy refused to go home, so Fang Chi had to let it go to the farm.

The farm is quite big, and you can see the word "weitao" from a distance.

These two words were written by Sun Wenqu. All the paintings and characters on the farm were written by Sun Wenqu when he was idle, as well as various pottery, bottles, plates and ornaments. Fang Chi felt proud every time he saw them.

Today is the weekend, and there are a lot of customers. At this time, there are already seven or eight cars parked at the door.

Fang Chi glanced at one of the cars and looked familiar. He glanced at the license plate and was immediately startled. He grabbed a waiter who knew Sun Wenqu’s father and came over: “Why is the old man here?”

"I just arrived, and I said I would come and have a look," the waiter nodded, "and brought a driver, but didn't take anyone else."

"How does he look like?" Fang Chi asked.

"I can't tell," the waiter scratched his head, "The old man only has that expression all year round."

"Your observation," Fang Chi sighed, "Go and tell the kitchen to cook lunch according to the old man's taste, and buy the dishes that don't have."

"Okay." The waiter nodded and walked away.

Fang Chi went back to the room to change his clothes and trotted to the office.

Today, the studio opened a kiln, and Sun Wenqu had been there for several days, and the old man had to go to the reception alone.

I have been working in the farm for several years, and it was not until Fang Chi graduated last year and came to help. The old man only came here three or four times a year, and he couldn't even ask for it.

Although he agreed when Fang Chi asked him to invest, he always said that he was not optimistic about this kind of fake literary and youth-style pretending farm, especially after Fang Chi graduated, he did outdoor rock climbing on the side of the farm backing, and he felt that it was inappropriate and dissatisfied.

However, Fang Chi knew that the old man would come here this time and also knew why he came. He just didn't expect that he would not call Sun Wenqu in advance to pick him up.

When I entered the office, the old man had already made a pot of tea and sat by the window.

"Uncle," Fang Chi went over and poured the tea for him, "Why are you here? You didn't call."

"This office has been renovated?" said the old man.

"Well, I did it last two months, and Sun Wenqu said to change his style and change his mood," Fang Chi sat next to him and poured himself a cup of tea, "What do you think?"

"Not really," the old man snorted, "I'm so busy that I can get a marquee office, and I'll take turns a day."

"He decorated it himself, and didn't spend much money. I made the materials and woods up the mountain, and he made the vine lantern himself." Fang Chi smiled and pointed to a lamp hanging above the tea table.

He especially liked this lamp. It was made by Sun Wenqu one by one every step from the vine making process. It was very beautiful and exquisite.

"No wonder it looks so ugly." The old man said with a sneer.

"That's what you said," Fang Chi said, "his aesthetic taste was cultivated by you."

The old man glared at him without saying a word, picked up the cup and took a sip of tea.

"Let's have a drink at noon?" Fang Chi poured him tea.

"Let's talk about it," the old man glanced at him, "I have something to ask you."

"You asked." Fang Chi smiled.

"Originally, I should have asked Sun Wenqu for this matter, but since he has been hiding, I can only ask you." The old man looked at him.

"Today, the kiln opened." Fang Chi said.

"I'll ask you," the old man continued to stare at him, his tone began to feel a little uncomfortable, "Who's the idea of ​​selling pottery online?"

"My," Fang Chi replied without thinking, "It has been a long time, and it has been done very much now... Did you just know?"

"Impossible," the old man frowned, "If you can come up with such a bad idea, either Sun Wenqu or Ma Liang!"

Fang Chi didn't say anything, and after a while he looked at the old man: "Is it bad?"

"Isn't it bad?" the old man glared at him.

"I don't think so," said Fang Chi, "it's become more famous and has opened up sales, and there are many channels..."

"Reduce the price!" The old man slapped the table with some angrily, "Don't you think the price is reduced? How many people who buy these things online know? How many people can appreciate them?"

"These are two concepts," Fang Chi smiled, "Do you dare to say that those who come to your place understand Tao?"

The old man stared at him without saying a word.

"Sun Wenqu thinks that art is not the only way to go, Qu Gao and Wu," said Fang Chi. "The more people know, the more people like, and the more people like, the more people understand."

The old man frowned and sneered.

Fang Chi felt that he couldn't understand this. In recent years, the old man did not interfere much with Sun Wenqu's thoughts and actions. He seemed to accept it, and seemed too lazy to say more. This time he was angry just because Sun Wenqu suddenly did this and didn't tell him.

"Uncle," Fang Chi poured him another cup of tea, "Whether it is this farm or selling pottery online, I know you are not optimistic about it, but the fact is that he does a good job. If you don't optimistic about it, you can't do it, right?"

"You are talking more and more presumptuously now." The old man looked at him.

"Anyway, you're not really angry," Fang Chi laughed twice, then smiled again, "Sun Wenqu is no longer just Sun Zhengzhi's son. He is himself, not me angered you. There are more people who know him than you, and more people who like him and appreciate his works than you..."

The teacup in the old man's hand was placed heavily on the table.

Fang Chi stopped and moved the chair to him: "The audience he faces is different from yours, so you can't ask him according to your own requirements. It's been several years, haven't you seen it yet? Or is it unwilling to admit it?"

"What are you unwilling to admit?" The old man looked cold.

"Acknowledge that Sun Wenqu is excellent, much better than you think, he has not wasted his talent at all," said Fang Chi. "He is a business-minded artist."

"He is worthy?" The old man still had a tense face.

"Of course he deserves it," Fang Chi smiled, "Are you unhappy? The waste has long been unable to call out, right?"

"I can see that I'm here to make an angry day today." The old man threw his cup and stood up.

"No," Fang Chi stopped him with a smile, "Sit for a while, I'll go see if the dishes are ready, and have some wine later."

The old man frowned and was pressed back to the chair by him, and sighed heavily.

Fang Chi left the office, then leaned into his head and said, "Really."

"What?" the old man looked at him.

"I really like him like this," said Fang Chi. "You must also like it. Isn't it uncomfortable to be so tense?"

The old man stood up again with a glaring glaring. Fang Chi quickly closed the door and locked it, shouting: "I'll be back soon."

On weekends, all those who enter the mountain, play with pottery, and climbing rocks have come. Sometimes the rooms are not enough to live in, so you have to book in advance. The kitchen is now very busy.

"It's ready soon, two dishes and one soup," the chef saw him in and said, "I originally wanted to make one more, but I was too busy..."

"Enough," said Fang Chi, "there are only three people who add the driver, and I can't eat much."

After leaving the kitchen, Fang Chi's cell phone rang. Cheng Mo called and he answered the phone.

"I found the tire for you," said Cheng Mo. "It's the big thing you said, let alone lie alone, you two lie in together and do something."

"Have you tried it?" Fang Chi asked.

"Can you have some quality?" Cheng Mo said.

"You said it first," Fang Chi tskated, "Can you pull me over today? I'll have someone install it tomorrow."

"I will just ask a car to pull it over in a while." Cheng Mo said.

"Thank you," Fang Chi said with a smile, "I'll ask you and Xiao Yiming to come and play."

There are a lot of things happening on weekends. Although there are waiters, instructors in Tao, and coaches in rock climbing, there are always some problems from time to time.

Especially on the rock climbing side, because it didn’t take long to get the coach, he didn’t invite too many people. He needed to go on his own when there were too many people and didn’t even have time to rest on weekends.

I had a meal with the old man at noon, chatted for a while, and even let him see all the pottery that Sun Wenqu sold online, proving that those things were not exactly commodities that cater to the market. The old man still held his face when he left, but he could feel that he was not as unhappy as before.

Maybe I wasn't very upset when I came here, and I just came to learn about the specific situation under the flag of provoking trouble.

Fang Chi felt that this old man was so old that he wanted him to put down his airs and not twist it, and it would be great if he could be like this now.

When Sun Wenqu called, Fang Chi had just run from the rock climbing side to the farm gate, and answered the phone while running: "...hey."

"Where are you fighting?" Sun Wenqu was stunned, "Are you still stealing someone on your back?"

"I'm so busy that I'm about to take off. Now that you come, I don't have time to get on you," said Fang Chi, "Is Uncle Liangzi's business done?"

"Well," Sun Wenqu said, "I have burned an extra set of cups. Don't you want a cup for chocolate?"

"You want it, don't mention me, I can drink it with a bowl." Fang Chi said.

"It was you who opened the mouth, you asked me to do it." Sun Wenqu tsk.

"Isn't that because you dislike that bowl every time?" Fang Chi sighed, "When will you come back? Teacher Gang said there is no clay."

"It's on the way," Sun Wenqu said, "I brought the dirt."

"How long will it take?" Fang Chi quickly looked at the time on his phone, ran to the gate and saw the car pulling the tires. He gestured from a distance to ask the workers to unload the car immediately.

"It's still a while before dinner. Help me cook some porridge, egg-lean meat porridge, don't have lean meat, but meat foam." Sun Wenqu said.

"Just just talk about the fried egg and meat porridge," Fang Chi said, "I'll cook it for you later."

After hanging up the phone, several waiters who Fang Chi called out came over: "Brother Xiao Chi, should this tire be hidden?"

"Hide," Fang Chi waved his hand, "It's still the old place to hide. Workers come tomorrow morning. Take them into the mountain and watch them install them. I gave the drawings."
To be continued...