But the bright moon shines on the ditch

Chapter 66
Another person died in the Anqing kiln, and it was the accountant who held an important position. When the news reached An Jiu's ears, the dissatisfaction and suspicion towards Xu Zhiliu that had been accumulated over the past few days were somewhat calmed down.

However, this was not enough to completely dispel An Jiu's doubts.

In particular, Zhang Wensi has been acting strangely recently, being startled from time to time, and half-heartedly doing errands.He was asked to go to the mountains to deal with a few immortal leaders, but Xia Ying turned his army around!
An Jiu became increasingly unhappy when he couldn't handle even the smallest things.

Think about it, if he hadn't used his own connections to move around, how could Zhang Wensi's old wife's maternal uncle be promoted to such a high position?After taking so many twists and turns, in the end they have to rely on the eunuch they hate most, so that they can go straight to Tianting and gain a firm foothold in Jiangxi?Later, he heard that Xu Zhiliu had specially sent a "Picture of Plantains on a Rainy Night" to win over the relationship, and he was very angry.

He looks so handsome on the outside, but he is a villain behind his back!
Zhou Yuan, a staff member who depends on his master's face every day, certainly doesn't get any good results.

How could he have thought that An Jiu was a lunatic!I thought that Dai Anqian was just a free agent in Jiangxi. He was far away from the emperor and the sky was high. He coaxed the young eunuch and he also captured the old eunuch.It’s not too much to ask for a high-ranking official and a generous salary, but to seek a place to stay in troubled times, right?Who would have thought that the legendary Little Nineteen was not only domineering and explosive, but also a suspicious person who had problems with everyone and was not a good person.

Xu Zhiliu lit a fire casually, and burned the area around him for dozens of miles.Nowadays, there are wars everywhere, and the status of the Zhou family is not clean. Where can I live in peace?
Zhou Yuan had no choice but to swallow his anger and keep his tail between his legs.

An Jiujiu actually quietly observed him for a while, and saw that he was moderate in words and deeds, loyal and obedient, so he gave him a good face.Or perhaps in comparison, Xu Zhi and Liu Yang were acting as countervailers in the front, while Zhang Wensi was swinging from side to side in the back, which showed how good Zhou Yuan was.

He called Zhou Yuan to his side, smoothly smoothed his hair, and told him that once he was settled in Jiangxi, he would find a way to bring back his exiled relatives.

When Zhou Yuan heard this, he burst into tears of gratitude. Looking at the young man in front of him who was only in his early twenties and had climbed through the most vicious places in the world, and thinking about all the things he had experienced when he was young, he actually felt a bit of sympathy for each other.

"Thank you for your great love, sir. If you don't dislike me, I will dedicate myself to guarding Jiangyou for you."

An Jiu came forward, helped Zhou Yuan up with both hands, and said with a moved expression: "You and I are both poor people. You're welcome, sir. Just call me Nineteen from now on."

How dare Zhou Yuan dare to do so, he repeatedly said that master and servant are inferior and cannot trade across borders.An Jiu laughed in his heart that he was obscuring in his studies. He acted like an old-fashioned person, and only looked at the changes in the weather, and politely asked his opinions on the various changes that had happened in the town recently.

Zhou Yuan said nothing.

"Xu Zhiliu is a noble man with a strong will. If he had no other choice, he would not kill anyone."

Therefore, the accounting clerk of Anqing Kiln who drowned as rumored in the public should have nothing to do with him.

Maybe it was an accident.

Strangely, when Zhang Wensi accidentally saw the body when it was carried back to the county government office, he fainted on the spot.Xia Ying asked the doctor to be called. Zhang Wensi had just woken up after acupuncture. As soon as he woke up, he asked about the condition of the dead person, which made Xia Ying suspicious.

It doesn't matter if you don't check it. Once you check that person's household registration documents, it turns out that Wang Yu helped him through his connections.

According to Wang Yu, after rescuing the man from the river more than ten years ago, he lost his memory and could not remember anything.But how can you walk around town without an identity?Seeing that he was a good settler, Wang Yu wanted to keep him, so he did some things for him.

Finally, the person was assigned a refugee household registration.

This is also a common thing. There are people missing inexplicably in various places. There are also a lot of people who can't be found due to war or natural disasters. The number of people registered in the town and the actual number are always inconsistent. Find some connections and buy an account. ,A piece of cake.

But the name was chosen by the man himself.

It doesn't sound very catchy, but people who have been in contact with him say that he is deep-tempered and doesn't talk much. Although he has no memory, he is not crazy, and he is smooth and experienced.

An Jiu also had an informant in the county government. He got the letter immediately and thought that Zhang Wensi was timid and fearful. He fainted after being frightened by a dead man. He wanted to make fun of him, but when he thought about it carefully, he felt something was wrong.

A toad with chicken feathers stuck on its butt is not a good bird. How can he pretend to be innocent? Zhang Wensi didn't say that he has practiced Taoism for thousands of years, but would he faint when he saw a dead person?
And what is Xia Ying doubting?
Does the accountant's death have anything to do with Zhang Wensi?
"Master Zhang has been acting strangely and strangely recently. I'm afraid it has something to do with this person."

"Check, it must be checked, you go there in person." An Jiu said meaningfully to Zhou Yuan, "This time, I hope sir will not disappoint me again."

Zhou Yuan Nuonuo said yes.

An Jiu has been setting up defenses in Jingdezhen for many years and has eyes everywhere. He cannot avoid any disturbance in the town.Therefore, Zhang Wensi took advantage of the moonlight and quietly sneaked into a private house called "Yunshuijian". After using only half a stick of incense, An Jiu received the news.

An Jiu knew who the owner of Yunshuijian was.

It was him.

It is him again!
"Xu Zhiliu."

I thought that this man had nothing to do with Si Liu's death. I didn't want pumpkins to grow on the gourd vines. There were all kinds of strange things, but no good melons!An Jiujiu laughed angrily, "I want to see what tricks you are playing."

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On another rainy night, Xu Zhiliu stood by the window, looking at the defeated banana leaves. He thought of the vitality of the banana leaf that he had described in front of the window not long ago, and he felt sad and happy.

When Zhang Wensi's visit was announced that year, he was not surprised.

In fact, he had been waiting for this day from the moment Wen Shi died.He had been waiting for this day for so long that he almost forgot what his father looked like.

Xu Yourong was a scholar. He stayed at this level not because he was not good at studying and could not climb higher, but because his family was in a difficult situation.Since ancient times, academic examinations have required money. Without enough money, even if the Qingyun Road is regarded as the fairest in the world for students from poor families, not everyone can reach the top.

I heard from my mother that my father had learned a lot when he was young, and he was well-known throughout Jiangxi. He was even a powerful figure in the dynasty, and he was also his father's good friend.They often travel together, recite poems and make friends, and make friends through literature. They are called the Three Heroes of Jiangxi.

It's just that too much time has passed, and my mother has forgotten the names of the two people. She only vaguely remembers that the year my father was admitted to the scholar examination, the two of them were also admitted. One of them was a little older, and his household registration was not in Jiangxi. You can take the exam only when you return to your place of origin.

They exchanged letters, and after learning that the other party had won three yuan in a row, his father and another friend were so happy that they got drunk.

I would like to ask all the scholars in the world, who doesn’t want to be on the high school rankings and show off their ambitions?Unfortunately, my mother was not in good health at that time, and my father did not continue to take exams in order to take care of the family.

Friends tried to persuade me again and again, but failed to convince my father.Later, I approached my mother privately and offered to sponsor my father's education. When my father found out, he refused.

My father is a cheerful and open-minded person, with a refined and refined state of mind, which is unusual for an ordinary person.He said with a smile that he was a young man with thin spring clothes, riding a horse and leaning on a leaning bridge, with red sleeves and red sleeves all over the building.In the vast sea of ​​​​people, I have to meet my mother. With a son like this, she has died without regrets.

The dream of youth, let it stay in youth.

At this point, Xu Zhiliu recovered his thoughts.

He is no better than his father in being able to deal with every trough and undercurrent in life calmly.On the contrary, for him, only by filling the trough and blocking the undercurrent can he feel at ease and be able to move forward.

I only look back occasionally, seeing the red rain, and I have forgotten the way I came.

He straightened his clothes, closed his eyes and meditated, then got up and walked around the corridor to meet the uninvited guests who came late at night.On the way, he once again thought of his bet with Liang Peiqiu.

It is said that there is a generation of pottery supervisors and a generation of porcelain kiln owners. The livelihood of the kiln households from generation to generation is in the hands of the pottery supervisors.For the Hutian Kiln and Anqing Kiln, which have been firing royal porcelain for generations, this batch of Wanshou porcelain represents not only the successful conclusion of the Wanqing period, but also the development of the entire family.

For Xu Zhiliu and Liang Peiqiu, this competition has more profound significance.

If Xu Zhiliu wins, he will be the most outstanding among the young generation of the three kilns and nine societies, or the unparalleled talker of the No. [-] folk kiln in the world.Even if he can't study to rule the world, perhaps he can leave his name in history by achieving Anjiu's hegemony.And if Liang Peiqiu wins, she will break up with Xu Zhiliu from now on.

They tacitly remade the blue and white bowls of Spring Orioles and Summer Cicadas according to the patterns, varieties and styles agreed on the day of the Spring Banquet, which was limited to March.

In the end, Xu Zhiliu fired eighteen kilns in a row, but was still defeated by Liang Peiqiu.

It was almost the middle of winter. Thinking back to this day a year ago, Liang Peiqiu had ridden in the wind and snow to go hundreds of miles away overnight to deliver a message to an opponent he had "never met". Now, it has only been a spring and summer, things have changed, people have changed, and yellow flowers have fallen. All.

On that day, all the famous figures in Jingdezhen and even the masters of the porcelain industry who had retired for many years were present. Witnessing that the Spring Orioles and Xia Cicada blue and white bowls fired by Liang Peiqiu would be one of the representative porcelains of Wanshou Porcelain kilns, and were specially donated to Emperor Wanqing.

The spring and summer bowls made by Xu Zhiliu were to be smashed on the spot.

Imperial porcelain is an important weapon of the country and should not be shown to others lightly.

The second best must be broken into pieces and buried.

Who would have thought that just a few months ago, there was a similar competition at the Spring Banquet.At that time, no one in the town knew that that man was slightly better because of his "literary character". Now in this competition, what did the great talent in Jiangxi who once shocked Jiangxi with his talent and brilliance lose?
Xu Zhiliu watched helplessly as the spring and summer bowls he had baked with his own hands were lifted high and then thrown to the ground, breaking into pieces.Those fragments lost their original luster, the glaze was worn away, the body was twisted, and eventually turned into dust in the soil.

He suddenly turned his back, his hands holding his sleeves trembling slightly, and a familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded in his ears.

"Brother Liu, you lose."

Xu Zhiliu closed his eyes and said nothing.

"Do you know where you lost?"

The man pressed forward step by step, making him unable to retreat, "Brother Liu, you are extremely smart, how could you not know this? You have been working in the camp for many years, you have been favored by everyone, and you have the right to castrate your back. Ordinarily, even if you lose the game, Yu Ci must be you." . As long as you want, you can see the Holy Face, but why do your porcelain still have to be broken into pieces and buried? Because there is still public support under the clear sky and bright sun!
What is public support?Even if it is fairness, justice and justice, the vast people's hearts can reach heaven, and even the supreme authority cannot violate it.The truths you once believed in exist and have not died!what about you?You have changed. "

Liang Peiqiu said, "Brother Liu, you didn't lose to me, you just lost to yourself."

What are you studying for?Is it for the palace full of gold and jade, the title of marquis and the Prime Minister, or is it for the clear spring in the heart?If you have a clear mirror in your heart, where can you not find clear springs in books, on the street, in the porcelain industry, and in business?

your desire.

Your unwillingness.

Your inner demons.

It has already devoured you.

"Brother Liu, you have read the books of sages thoroughly. Everyone praises you for your rich knowledge, great talents, generals and prime ministers. You are a rare talent in the world. You must have described the scene of that day in your heart, right? It's funny to say, I have thought about it. When I think of you parading around the streets and becoming famous in Kyoto, I feel so proud and yet so inferior. It’s a pity... it’s a pity that you have long been no longer a general. Now, you are no longer a good craftsman.”

She said every word carefully, "Your heart has already flown to the Hall of Supreme Harmony."

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That night, Liang Peiqiu was sitting alone in the courtyard, with a book spread out on the stone table. The wind blew the yellowed corners of the pages, which also stirred her irritable heart.

To establish a heart for heaven and earth, to establish a destiny for the living and the people, to inherit the unique knowledge of the past saints, and to create peace for all generations, how lofty and heroic!It doesn't matter that he is young and frivolous, he already has the capital to be frivolous.

Looking back on everything during the day, such a resolute and steady person turned pale under her merciless instructions, then stumbled and knocked over a large pile of saggers in the corridor.

With so many saggers, he would definitely be bumped into them.

Liang Peiqiu felt regretful for no reason and felt a little uneasy in her life.

You shouldn't have said that to him.

But why, why? !

To this day, she still hasn't received a reassuring answer. She can't believe that Xu Zhiliu has really changed. The person who was used by Master Yu as "sincere and unforgettable, shines in the sun and moon; the fierce energy never dissipates, growing into a thunderstorm." Is the praising boy really gone? .

No, she had to ask again, and he had to admit it himself!
But before she could leave Xiaoqingyuan, Wang Yunxian came in a hurry.Thinking he was not ready yet, Leng Buding met her eyes, and Wang Yun's face suddenly became panicked.

Liang Peiqiu's heart sank, her uneasiness grew, and she asked worriedly: "Why did you come to me so late, but...what happened?"

Wang Yunxian was speechless.

They grew up together and were as close as brothers. They had talked about everything for a long time, and there was nothing that could not be said. But on a day like today, at such a juncture, Wang Yunxian was hesitating about what he wanted to say but did not dare to say it. It seemed that only A possibility.

Liang Peiqiu thought of the answer instantly.

"Related to him?"

Wang Yunxian nodded with difficulty.

"I just heard from the manager that he came to report, Xu Zhiliu...Xu Zhiliu..."

"What's up with him?"

Wang Yunxian comforted him: "Don't be anxious first, listen to me..."

Liang Peiqiu's uneasiness reached its peak, and she couldn't wait for him to finish his useless words, so she walked around him and strode forward.Wang Yunxian suddenly shouted loudly.

She paused on the spot, her expression changing in an instant. She was confused, surprised, at a loss, sad, sad, angry... The next second, she fell to the ground with a "thud".

How can it be?

Brother Liu, her Brother Liu...

Yes, everyone doesn't believe it.

That night, when the kiln workers were "rushing to Yutang", they added firewood to cook the porcelain in Yutang.The fire went straight to Yutang, the flames burst out, and the chimney formed a magnificent scene of "fire rising into the sky", just like a fire dragon descending into the world and filling the sky with red light.

Xu Zhiliu, a prime minister of the generation, passed away.

(End of this chapter)