Riding the wind of rebirth

Seeing that everyone was listening intently, Lao Yang took another puff of cigarette and continued: "Of course this matter must not be made public. When we find this dragon vein, we only need to use fire to burn off the dragon vein in the name of firing ceramics." Bao Di, your kingdom and imperial power will last forever.”

"The emperor immediately sent out a large army and went all the way up the Minjiang River. Sure enough, we found this white mountain top in a place called Baipo'er here."

"So according to Yin Yang's idea, today, from Maliu Village in Gaotai Township to Beifo'er Rock in Songjiawan in the east and Yao Ping in the west, a total of forty-eight kiln entrances were built around the leading position of Bai Po'er! "

"On the surface, they are firing ceramics, but in fact, they are burning off Bai Po'er's dragon veins! In order to prevent a new emperor from changing dynasties in this geomantic treasure land!"

Father Lu was dumbfounded. On the way here, he just taught everyone that archeology is a science, but how could Lao Yang, who is so careless, have anything to do with science?

Lu Qiao also found it a bit funny: "Elbow, do you want this story to be written in the report?"

"Yes, record it faithfully." Zhou Zhi said: "Even if it sounds like a legend to us now, it might be a clue to something. Of course we would rather remember it wrong than let it go."

"Uncle Yang, can you still find the specific locations of these forty-eight legendary kiln entrances?"

"Yes!" Yang Jinan waved his hand: "Of course the total number may not be that many, but I know at least thirty places."

"How do you know this?" Father Lu asked, "Are you picking up rags like blind man Li Er?"

"How can you bury Tai like that!" Yang Jin'an said confidently: "Just like you, Lao Lu, don't you know how many tea mountains there are within a few dozen miles? I'm in this business!"

"Then, could you please Uncle Yang write down these places for us?"

"I can't write." Yang Jin'an said: "I said, Qiao woman will write! Isn't writing in front of Wenquxing like a tile knife in front of the door of the Medicine God?"

"Ah, that's right!" After saying this, Yang Jin'an slapped his thigh: "We have just built a temple for Grandpa Kiln King here. Since Wen Quxing is here, give us a whole article to pay homage to Grandpa Kiln King."

"Ah?" How could Lu Qiao do this? His whole face looked like he was about to cry: "Uncle Yang, I, I..."

"Don't shirk it! To shirk it is to look down on you, Uncle Yang!" Yang Jin'an said seriously: "Your father has already said that there is no one with a higher education than you in a hundred miles. If you don't write to Uncle Yang, those Uncle Yang didn’t tell you about the kiln pit, hehehehe..."

"Qiaoqiao always uses a fountain pen, and it's not fun to use a brush." ​​Zhou Zhi said, "If you want to give it to the kiln god, would it be better to write with a brush?"

"It must be a good calligraphy brush. There are a lot of calligraphy brushes for painting porcelain at home." Yang Jin'an's eyes lit up: "If the younger generation can write, I won't have to ask my husband for articles. Don't make the wrong words and make the kiln god grandpa angry. "

"Then let me give it a try." Zhou Zhi recommended himself: "If Uncle Yang is not satisfied after finishing writing, we can talk about it again?"

"Come on, come on, we are really distinguished guests today..." Lao Yang quickly stood up and asked his family to move the table, lay out paper, pour ink and prepare pens, and almost ran out to notify the neighbors to come and watch. After calculating the number of words in the article, Zhou Zhi asked Lu Qiao to take out a pencil and ruler, and taught her how to draw grids on Dasang paper. He adjusted his pen and wrote Liangzhou Ci several times on the paper.

After he became familiar with the performance of pen, ink and paper, his handwriting became quite perfect. On the other side, Lu Qiao also completed the grid.

When he was ready, Zhou Zhi began to write quickly, and an article with beautiful handwriting gradually appeared on the paper.

"Nenghou is located in the southwest of Huangbao, attached to Shanjiao. It is protected by clear peaks, green water flows beside it, and the vegetation is strange. Looking down at the residents, it is as if they are in the palm of the hand. The residents make profits from the pottery industry and rely on knowledge to make a living. Skillful as Fan Gold is more refined than jade. It is first made of clay and turned into a wheel. Then it is put into various kilns and burned in fire. The green smoke will fly away after months of hardening. become.

When struck, the sound is sonorous; when viewed from the outside, its color appears to be warm. People still rely on it for profit, so why don't they attribute it to the power of the gods? If there is a huge fire, open the kiln and look at it, there will often be clear water and insects moving around. If you don't understand where it comes from, it must be called the transformation of the gods.

Most of the pottery people are along the long river, and they throw waste mud into the water every day and float down with the waves. As for the side of the mountain, it turns into white mud, but there is no hair left mixed in the sand and rocks. Their spirit is inexhaustible.

When I arrived at Qingshen, Yang, the potter, ordered me to recommend him. I looked at the landscapes and figures on Baipo, and they all fit in with his writings. Is the god living here? Respectfully submitted for recording the "Stele of Marquis Deying of Yaozhou". "

Zhou Zhi wrote the three-hundred-word article in a short amount of time. He used Wen's Chinese regular script, which was both beautiful and dignified. Even if Lao Yang didn't know calligraphy, he knew he had found a treasure today and was beaming with joy.

But no one understood this article, and Zhou Zhi had to explain: "Except for the last paragraph, the previous article itself is a ready-made article. It is an article about the famous Yaozhou kiln worshiping kiln gods in the Song Dynasty. It is also the earliest sacrifice discovered so far in our country. Yao Shen’s article.”

"The article makes it clear that the Yaozhou kiln god's title is Nenghou and his honorary title is Deyinghou. The temple site is on Banpo paper, close to mountains and rivers, looking down at the kiln entrance."

After explaining the article, the article praised the kiln workers' exquisite profits and exquisite products, which made Lao Yang happy again.

Finally, Zhou Zhi explained the paragraph he wrote, which meant that when I came to Qingshen, I happened to meet Lao Yang who needed to offer sacrifices to the kiln god. I looked at Baipo and the landscape and humanities recorded in the "Yaozhou Deyinghou Monument" , they are exactly the same. If the kiln god has a spirit, he must also live here, right? Therefore, I respectfully copied the article and gave it to him.

Although almost all of the article was copied, almost every word and sentence scratched Lao Yang's itch. The last paragraph was even more logical and well-founded, making Lao Yang confident: "They are really exactly the same. Mr. Not to mention that this article was written a thousand years ago, but it was clearly written about our Baipo! I don’t know what it’s like in Yaozhou now, but the Yao God is definitely still living here!”

Suddenly he remembered something, ran into the inner room to get a large brush, and politely asked Zhou Zhi, "Excuse me, young sir. You have to write the four characters of Deyinghou Temple!"

Zhou Zhi did not shirk, and wrote down the name of the temple with a smile. He estimated that from now on, the name of the kiln god in Qingshen would be Deyinghou.

This job was also quite labor-intensive. Once the incident was over, everyone's relationship immediately became different.

Lao Yang enthusiastically persuaded Zhou Zhi and his party to stay for dinner, but Zhou Zhi refused, saying that he had to rush back to Shudu tonight and would have normal classes tomorrow.

When Zhou Zhi and the others returned to the tea factory and had a quick bite to prepare for departure, Ma Lu, who was crazily stuffing local products in the trunk, looked at the person coming in at the door: "Eh? Lao Yang, why are you here again?"

Lao Yang was carrying a black artificial leather travel bag: "I was really embarrassed that I bothered this little gentleman so much and didn't even ask for a meal. I thought he would definitely need these things, so I hurriedly sent them over. Just think of it as today’s polish!” (End of this chapter)