They put on hard hats and entered the mining area. It was rather deserted, with work suspended for the holiday and only a handful of people on safety duty, which made investigating easier for Chu Ge and the others.
Only once they were actually inside, listening to Cai Zhijian's introduction, did Chu Ge learn that Old Zhu wasn't exactly a decent sort either-at least, he hadn't been in his early years.
Because Nanjiang had no genuine purple clay deposits at all.
The bastard had passed off some goddamn sandy soil as fine purple clay, and that was how he'd made his fortune...
In other words, the big teapot Chu Ge used to brew his own tea wasn't made of anything good, either.
The couple clenched their fists, both thinking about giving Old Zhu a beating when they got back.
"Although it isn't genuine purple clay, it still has all the layers you'd expect." Cai Zhijian pointed to the sandstone cross section and explained, "Look here. This is the topsoil, followed by a yellow stone layer. Below that is zhuni clay, then miantou jia clay, then green clay. Look over here-there's a red clay layer too..."
Chu Ge's eyes spun, while Qiu Wuji kept nodding as she studied it.
The old lady had seen plenty, but Chu Ge, the homebody, genuinely knew nothing about this. He'd thought ore just came in chunks and cartloads. He'd never imagined a stretch of rock could have so many layers, each with its own uses.
How the hell was an ordinary person supposed to tell which teapot was good? Didn't they just have to swallow whatever bullshit the sellers fed them?
"So calling what we sell inferior goods would be going too far. The material is decent enough. As for whether it has those health