Can you tell me a joke about ceramics?

A man named Aji went to a ceramics store to buy a jar. "Hello, lady boss, please sell me a jar." The lady boss said, "There are big and small jars. The big one costs six yuan and the small one costs three yuan. Which one do you want?"

"Please give me a jar." Let me get a small one!"

Aji took the jar home and handed it to the hostess. The hostess said: "This jar is too small, go and change it to a bigger one!" Aji ran to the ceramics shop again and said to the proprietress: "I just bought this jar. The hostess thinks it is too small, please change it for me." A big one!" Aji said, handing the small jar to the proprietress.

"I paid you three yuan just now, and now I'm giving you a jar. The total is six yuan, right?" After saying that, Aji picked up the big jar and left.

After Aji left, the landlady tilted her head and made several calculations, and then said with enlightenment: "Look how energetic this customer is. He has settled the accounts for me in advance. If everyone is like him This way, I can save a lot of brainpower!”

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Here is another story. ^^

『Ceramics』

A long time ago, there was a man whose wife died and his daughter, living in a wooden house and living a very peaceful life. The father goes out every day, but the daughter never goes out - "It's a dog-eat-dog world outside, and a weak little girl like you will suffer - do you want to be cut into pieces by gangsters and thrown away?" Men often explain. The poor little girl will be so frightened that she will tremble. Dad, lock the door when you leave. she said, pale. Her face was always pale anyway, and she had never even been exposed to the sun.

So the man went out.

——What is he going out for?

Then he came back with a cloth bag.

——What’s in the cloth bag?

Every day a man goes out and comes back with all kinds of broken good things: broken tires, broken pot lids, umbrellas with a hole in them, chairs with one leg missing; and then his daughter Using all types of glue, nails and materials, fixing them as quickly as possible so her dad could sell them to buy some dinner money. Anyway, she is at home every day and has nothing else to do.

After the man went out that day, he looked around to find something good, turning left - going straight - turning right - turning right - turning right, until he was too tired to walk and stopped - but Crackling! Something fell from the sky and exploded in front of him. The man jumped back with a look of disbelief: The people upstairs are crazy, this is fine porcelain - it seems to be a quite large porcelain vase. The man looked around, then waited ten minutes, but no one came down; waited another ten minutes, still no one came down. So the man took out a piece of cloth from his pocket, hooray!

The floor will be clean in a few minutes.

Later the man took back the cloth bag wrapped with porcelain pieces. He walked anxiously to the door and looked through a small hole in the door - his daughter was repairing a wicker basket that was missing a handle. The man took out the key with confidence and opened the first big lock. Then he took out another key and opened the second big lock. When he opened the fifth big lock, the little girl had already mended the basket. When she turned around, she saw her father carrying a cloth bag. "Have you come back yet?" she said. The man spread out the cloth bag and said excitedly: "Look - the good porcelain! If you repair it as soon as possible, you will definitely sell it for a good price."

Then he went out again .

Lack of exercise, so the weak girl took out glue and carefully pieced together the broken porcelain pieces. She stuck and stuck, working so hard that she didn't even notice what she was spelling out. The light in the room gradually dimmed, and the girl glued the last piece of porcelain on; the finished product suddenly said, "I love you."

The girl was startled. Only then did she realize that she had spelled out a person, made of fine porcelain—a man. The girl was so shocked that she almost fainted.

At this time, the man was opening the fourth big lock outside the door. He suddenly heard his daughter screaming inside, so he kicked the fifth big lock open, went into the house and picked up a handful. The chair had one leg broken and he smashed it hard at the intruder he thought was there.

Crackling, the fine porcelain figurine broke again.

It was completely dark by this time, and the man could only see a patch of white flowers. "Oh my God, I smashed his brains out - this gangster!" he exclaimed. "Dad, that's a man made of porcelain. He can talk and move."

"A talking porcelain man? Can he still move? Ah - God! If I had known I would have caught him. Get up, put him in the carriage, and take him to the exhibition. I will put up a sign that says, "Come and see a dancing vase," and charge each person twenty yuan - and I will give it away! "The man danced with joy, but he was still upset. "I broke our God of Wealth into pieces!"

The man sat there in a daze for a while, then suddenly jumped up and took the girl's hand: "Good daughter - help your old father Let’s put this porcelain figure together. We won’t have to pick up those rags every day, and you can have nice clothes to wear!”

So the girl took out the glue and put it together carefully! Broken porcelain pieces. She stuck and stuck, working so hard that she didn't even notice what she was spelling out. The man lit the candle, and the girl glued the last piece of porcelain on. Only then did the two of them realize that what the girl spelled out was a horse—a horse made of fine ceramics. Before the man could speak, the horse said to the girl: "Jump on my back, and I will take you away."

The girl jumped on the back of the porcelain horse, and they jumped out of the open window. , running to the west. The man froze in the room, then slowly sat down on the chair without a backrest without saying a word.

The horse made of fine ceramics ran and ran until it reached a river, stopped, and asked the girl to jump off. "I will smash myself into pieces, and then you put me back together again, and I will become a human being. Remember, I love you." Then the horse made of fine ceramics hit a big willow tree, It crackled and shattered all over the floor. Before the girl could react, she cried sadly - she didn't have glue, how could she stick the fine ceramic shards together.

At this time a young man came over. "What's wrong?" he asked gently. "What's wrong with you? Are you lost?" The girl just cried sadly. When the young man saw the pile of ceramic shards, his eyes lit up: "Ah, so you beat the plate. It doesn't matter, we just glue them together. Don't cry." The girl closed her mouth and looked up at the young man. , and found that he had a delicate face and his skin was as delicate as fine porcelain. The two men gathered up the pieces of fine ceramics and went to the young man's home.

The young man took out the glue and carefully glued all the pieces together with the girl. They worked very attentively, and finally put together four large plates, four small plates, five bowls, four spoons, a pot, and two cups. Then they would cook dinner in pots made of fine china and put it on the table on plates and bowls. During this process, the eyes of the girl and the young man met from time to time, and their hands touched a few times carelessly or carefully. Finally they sat down and concentrated on their meal.

When the girl was eating, her fine ceramic plate whispered to her: "I still love you."

The girl whispered: "Shh! Shut you up mouth."

Then they lived happily.