"Five...500,000 wall bricks! How much does that cost!" The stunned village could not calculate how much the money was for a long time.

Zhao Mubai next to him was also stunned! He expected Si Fan to give a big price, a very high price and a very large quantity, but he didn't expect there to be so many.

Si Fan smiled.

"I think this price is very reasonable, and... these wall tiles are to be transported to Dubai. The 500 yuan I need is the FOB price, not the FOB price!" Si Fan explained again that the gap is very high! It also needs to be included in the transportation cost.

Even so, this is a big comparison of money!

The profit made Zhao Mubai feel a little confused about what Si Fan meant.

Who knew that Si Fan smiled: "There is a reason for giving you such a big profit. During the entire construction process, I hope to surpass the quality of the past. Every brick in the wall is guaranteed to maintain appreciation in history."

His few words revealed his ambitions.

Only works of art will appreciate with history, and Si Fan's pursuit is works of art.

Even at the price of the price, you have to make some special buildings you build into works of art.

For example, the two houses this time, Prince Azmann, Amede's house must reach the level of the royal palace.

Prince Haman, as the crown prince, had to be promoted half a square and was wirelessly close to the palace.

The difference may only be only historians, and they will explore it slowly. Anyway, Si Fan only has so many requirements.

The old village chief can no longer speak. He just pulled his fingers and calculated how much money he had to have.

As for what real estate development! Go to the hell! Anyway, the land should be sold out, so the location of this kiln factory can't be sold no matter what!

This is the real money tree! Just a business is as much as a few... several...

Anyway, the old village chief couldn't do it, but he grabbed Si Fan's hand.

"You must not leave. Our Zhaojiagou has never neglected the habit of distinguished guests. You must finish your meal before leaving!"

Zhao Mubai, who was narrating, was a little stunned.

He looked at the bricks in front of him, then at the brick kiln behind him, and finally gritted his teeth: "Boss Xiao Si! Please wait for me for a while. I'll go find the secret record of brick firing in our clan!"

Zhao Mubai threw the extra exquisite wall tiles in his hand onto the ground, and ran away quickly to his room.

This guy is a guy who is fascinated by burning bricks. His love for stones penetrates his bones, otherwise he would not have persisted until now, waiting for Si Fan to appear.

Si Fan squatted down silently and held the abandoned wall brick in his hand!

The feeling of holding this wall tiles in your hand is suddenly different.

Unlike the luster of porcelain, this is a brick and stone-like material, which is very delicate. It seems to be able to catch up with pottery, but it is brick and stone.

Just like this, Si Fan believed that Zhao Mubai had found a new way.

Seeing Zhao Mubai gradually leaving, Si Fan could only ask the old village chief: "Zhao Mubai should have never given up on developing new wall tiles over the years, right?"

He asked.

The old village chief opposite suddenly said proudly: "When he has money every month, he always tries to open a kiln and cook it once! Then he saves money and waits for the next month!"

"I have suffered a lot over the years! And if he is not satisfied with the things he cooks, he will spread these wall tiles on the floor according to his habits."

"If you look carefully, the wall tiles in the yard in front are defective products that Zhao Mubai has burned for so many years!" He led Si Fan to carefully pursue the ground paved by Zhao Mubai and looked carefully.

Sure enough, most of the ancient wall tiles on the ground were from before the Republic of China. At that time, it was just when they were prosperous. The Old Summer Palace, called the Garden of Ten Thousand Gardens, should have had bricks and tiles made by these ancestors in the past!

The original prosperity was completely abolished when it arrived in the Republic of China.

Until now, no one has built a city wall.

The recently rebuilt things are all pitfalls made of reinforced concrete, just to cheat tickets.

It's all a joke.

Si Fan gently touched the bricks and stones on the ground, feeling the concentration of the craftsmen at that time.

I also admire it very much. If there were no such sages, there would be nothing proud of this country.

"These were the fruits of the hard work of many craftsmen in the past!" Si Fan exclaimed.

Hand gently brushed across the wall tiles.

The one on it is written as the chief clerk of the Yichun County, Yuanzhou Prefecture, Chen Tingyu, the official clerk of Gao Heng, and the craftsman, Zhao Deshan, who was built on August 8, 7th year of Hongwu.

This is the brick that Si Fan excited him the most when he saw it.

The other wall tiles are placed at the bottom so that others cannot see them. Only this piece is placed in broad daylight for people to see.

But the old village chief's face looked a little bad. He looked at this brick and seemed to want Si Fan to leave quickly.

The city bricks here are different from those customized by Sifan. The city bricks here are all regular and uniform, with a relatively small size. They are about 40 cm in length, 19 cm in width, and 1.5 cm in height! The texture is hard!

In order to pursue a little bit of beauty, the city bricks customized by Si Fan use relatively large materials.

Although this choice is not exactly the same as the ancient buildings of that year, it will be more beautiful.

After all, this is a new construction, not a complete copy.

Si Fan just looked at the wall bricks curiously, but after the village chief kept silent, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Oh! These are all warnings from that year. This is the warning that our Zhaojia Village has given its bloody lessons!"

He knelt in front of this city brick with a few tears, and kowtowed three times respectfully.

"This is our ancestors who used their lives to warn us that future generations must work carefully and do not make any mistakes! Because our glory is made of the blood of our ancestors."

Only then did the old village chief tell the bloody history of the wall bricks.

"At that time, we, Zhaojiagou, burned Shencemen City bricks from the Hongwu period. Each brick was required to knock on each other three times! There were no cracks or obvious damage to be considered qualified. If one piece was unqualified, it would be sent back and re-fired. If it was burned twice in a row, it would not be successful!"

"Kill without mercy!"

The village chief spoke in a cold voice, with a little sadness and anger.

"In order to break through the fire technology, our ancestors studied the fire technology day and night! This gave us the opportunity to burn the Shence Gate at that time."

"At that time, our Zhaojiagou had no reputation in the future. The ancestors of that year were not so skilled. In order to burn suitable wall tiles, we had to burn more! Choose the right city tiles from them."

"At that time, our Zhaojiagou was burning 100,000 bricks. At the end, we still lacked 3,000 bricks. This ancestor was the village chief of our good Zhaojiagou at that time."

"At the last moment, he put all his burnt residue into the bricks for inspection!"

"But the villagers of Zhaojiagou worked hard during this period of time, and finally collected 100,000 bricks in the final investigation."

"At that time! Zhaojiagou saved the opportunity to burn city bricks! The village chief delayed the military plane's heading for public display due to the fireworks error!"
Chapter completed!