Zhao Hanzhang: "Does father... know you did this intentionally?"
"Are you silly? Of course he can't know," Mrs. Wang said, "These are little tricks among ladies, only we women should know. Don't foolishly tell Fu Dalang."
Zhao Hanzhang nodded, "I definitely won't tell him."
But the next day she still went to find Fu Tinghan.
Fu Tinghan handed her the drawn blueprint, "Based on your dictation, you can try to build a kiln and see."
Zhao Hanzhang: "Haven't found craftsmen who can fire bricks?"
"Uncle Cheng said no."
Zhao Hanzhang felt a bit regretful, collected the blueprint and turned around, "Let's go, take a look."
They planned to build the kiln near the clay; Uncle Cheng selected several strong men to accompany them. Zhao Hanzhang handed the blueprint to Uncle Cheng and asked, "Is there anyone who can read?"
Uncle Cheng brought out Hu Zhi.
Zhao Hanzhang remembered him, a refugee picked up along the way, "Can you understand the blueprint?"
