Wang Yue accepted the task right away. That very night, he went out to dig up some clay suitable for making ceramics.
His method was actually quite simple. He tossed all the soil into his spatial storage, then took advantage of a loophole in the way he retrieved things to sift out the ordinary dirt, leaving only the clay suitable for making porcelain. It wasn't as good as the kaolin from Jingdezhen, but it was still pretty decent.
The reason Wang Yue had put so much soil in his storage was that he knew this probably wouldn't be his first job, or his last.
And sure enough, the next morning, after Old Xu left with the ceramic statue of his father, another customer showed up that evening. He'd been unable to come earlier that morning and, like the first customer, wanted a ceramic statue made.
But that was understandable.
After all, not everyone could accept the sudden enforcement of cremation. It wasn't as if their loved ones had committed some heinous crime that warranted having their bones ground to dust.
Besides, Wang Yue's ceramic statues looked incredibly lifelike, and they were made using the deceased's ashes. That gave the younger generation some comfort, too.
Business was simply too good. The first two customers had been people with money to spare and enough nerve to try it out, but after those two jobs, the customers who came later had to start lining up.
After several days of nonstop work, Wang Yue finally had some money he could openly spend. He hurried to the hospital and brought the baby home.
He remembered that in the TV series, the baby had been named Qi Qi, so Wang Yue didn't change it.
But some things couldn't be kept secret, like his business making ceramic