Can you tell me a joke about ceramics?

A man named Aji went to a ceramic shop to buy cans. "Hello, proprietress, please sell me a jar." The proprietress said, "The jars are big and small, the big ones are six yuan and the small ones are three yuan. What kind do you want? "

"Please show me a small one!"

Aji took the jar home and gave it to the hostess. The hostess said, "This jar is too small. Get a bigger one! " "Aji ran to the ceramic shop again and said to the proprietress," I just bought this jar. "The hostess is too small, please change to a bigger one!" Say, Aji handed the small jar to the proprietress.

"I just paid you three yuan, and now I'll give you a can, which adds up to six yuan, right?" Say that finish, aji picked up the big jar and left.

After Aji left, the proprietress cocked her head and calculated several times, and then said insightful, "You see how energetic this customer is." She settled the account for me in advance. If everyone is like him, how many brains can I spend less! "

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Tell me another story. ^^

"ceramics"

A long time ago, there was a man who had a dead wife and his daughter. They lived in a wooden house and lived a quiet life. Dad goes out every day, but his 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 thrown away by gangsters?" Men often say. The poor little girl will tremble with fear. Dad, lock the door when you leave. She said, pale. Anyway, her face is always pale, and she hasn't even basked in the sun.

So the man went out.

-What's he doing outside?

Then he came back with a bag.

What's in the bag?

Men go out and come back with all kinds of broken things every day: a broken tire, a broken pot cover, an umbrella with a hole and a chair without legs; Then his daughter will fix it with all kinds of glue, nails and materials as soon as possible, and let her father sell some money to buy dinner. Anyway, she is at home every day and has nothing else to do.

On this day, after going out, the man looked around for something good, turned left-straight-right-right-right, and stopped until he was too tired to walk-but it was scratching! Something fell from the sky and exploded in front of him. The man jumped back with an incredible face: everyone upstairs was crazy. This is a good porcelain. It looks like a pretty big porcelain vase. The man looked around, then waited for ten minutes, and no one came down; After waiting for another ten minutes, no one came down. So the man took out a piece of cloth from his pocket and shouted!

The floor will be cleaned in a few minutes.

Later, the man took back the cloth bag wrapped in porcelain. He tiptoed to the door and looked out through a small hole in the door-his daughter was mending a wicker basket without a handle. The man safely took out his key and opened the first big lock, then took out another key and opened the second big lock. When he opened the fifth lock, the little girl had repaired the basket. She turned around and saw her father holding a cloth bag. "Are you back already?" She said. The man spread out his cloth bag and said excitedly, "Look-excellent porcelain! If you fix it as soon as possible, it will certainly fetch a good price. "

Then he went out again.

Lack of exercise, so the weak little girl took out the glue and carefully put the broken porcelain pieces together. She persisted and worked hard without even noticing what she was spelling. The light in the room gradually dimmed, and the girl stuck on the last piece of porcelain; The finished product suddenly said, "I love you."

The girl was startled, only to find that she had spelled out a person, a person made of exquisite ceramics. The girl almost fainted in shock.

At this time, the man is opening the fourth lock outside the door. Suddenly, he heard his daughter screaming inside, so he kicked off the fifth lock, swung a chair with no legs into the room and slammed it at the intruder he thought.

Scratching, the best porcelain man is broken again. By this time it was completely dark, and the man only saw a piece of glistening. "Oh, my God, I broke his brain-this rascal!" He was amazed. "Dad, that's a man made of porcelain. He can talk and move. "

"Talking porcelain man? Still moving? Ah!-Oh, my God! If I knew, I would arrest him, put him in a carriage and drag him to the exhibition. I'll put up a sign' Come and see the dancing vase', and then everyone will charge him twenty dollars-I'll send it! " The man is dancing, but it's annoying. "I broke our god of wealth!"

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

So the girl took out the glue again and carefully put the broken porcelain pieces together. She persisted and worked hard without even noticing what she was spelling. The man lit the candle and the girl stuck the last piece of China on it. Two people discovered that the girl spelled 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'll take you away."

The girl jumped on the back of the porcelain horse. They jumped out of the open window and ran west. The man froze in the room, then slowly sat down in a chair without a backrest and said nothing.

The horse made of fine ceramics ran and ran until it came to a river and stopped to let the girl jump. "I will smash myself, and then you put me together again, and I will become a person. Remember, I love you. " Then the horse made of good ceramics ran into a big willow tree and scratched the ground. The girl didn't respond, and then she cried sadly-she didn't have glue, how could she stick fine ceramic fragments on it?

Just then, a young man came along. "What's the matter?" He asked softly. "What's the matter with you? Are you lost? " The girl just cried sadly. When the young man saw the pile of exquisite ceramic fragments, his eyes lit up: "Ah, it was you who broke the plate. It doesn't matter. Let's glue them together. Stop crying. " The girl shut up and looked up at the young man. She found his face delicate and his skin as delicate as fine ceramics. The two men packed up the ceramic fragments and went to the young man's house.

The young man took out the glue and carefully stuck all the pieces together with the girl. They worked very hard and finally spelled out four big plates, four small plates, five bowls, four spoons, a pot and two cups. Then they cook dinner in pots made of good ceramics, and then put them on the table with plates and bowls. In this process, the eyes of the girl and the young man met from time to time, and their hands touched inadvertently or carefully. At last they sat down and ate intently.

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

The girl whispered, "Shh! Shut your mouth. "

Then they lived happily.