But the bright moon shines on the ditch

Chapter 8

When singing a small opera at night, several owners of the porcelain shop united to invite Xu Zhiliu to drink New Year's wine, knowing that he was going back to his hometown soon, and fearing that they would not be able to get away after the year, so they coaxed and tricked him into Jiangshuilou. He was accompanied by owners and stewards of several folk kilns.

There was a porcelain shop owner from Qimen called Cheng Fang, tall and strong, with a bold personality, but a bit shy when he didn't want to.

He didn't have much contact with Xu Zhiliu, and someone set up a line to ask Xu Zhiliu to do official posts. He wanted to quit for fear of trouble several times, and the introducer just reassured him.

In the morning, he received the news that Xu Zhiliu was afraid that he would not understand the depth of the matter, so he had already helped to make it right.It's all right from start to finish, just waiting to open for business.

He was really happy, Xu Zhiliu couldn't sit still, so he made a pot first.

The good Nurhong, told him to swallow it like a cow chewing peonies, everyone couldn't help laughing.

Xiao Er also joined in the fun, saying auspicious words, especially flattering Xu Zhiliu, exaggerating how good the dragon vat is, how much the Holy One likes it, and how rich the rewards Hutian Kiln received.

Shi Nian thought he was noisy, so he took out a handful of red envelopes from his sleeve, and stuffed them into his arms without counting them.

The others looked happy, and they were not stingy, so they rushed to send money, which made Xiao Er earn a lot of money.

Just as they were making such a fuss, someone outside suddenly said happily: "Hey, isn't this the little God of Anqing Kiln, a rare visitor!"

"Why are you here? That old man Wang Yu is making a fuss again?"

"Haha, brother, with your mouth, how can you not save any face for Dadong Wang?"

"What face do I want to save him? Pei Qiu is only eighteen after the new year? Why is he such an old sauerkraut clapper who doesn't do anything. Come on, hurry up to Uncle and have a cup of hot wine to get rid of the cold!"

"Don't, people haven't said anything yet, your little thoughts are all written on your face! You may be so beautiful when you scold old man Wang, right? I heard that you went to poach someone's corner a few years ago, and you were beaten out by Wang Yu?"

"What's a good day and beauty saying that's a spoiler? Peiqiu, don't you have time for the Chinese New Year? My kiln is still waiting for you to take care of it."

"I'm going to your house. My house is next door. It's just a matter of lifting my feet. I wonder if Pei Qiu will give us old guys face?"

These are probably folk kiln owners who have close contacts with Anqing Kiln. They dared to call Wang Yu by his name directly, and dared to openly poach the wall, so they must be very close.

While the few people were talking, the commotion outside became more and more loud, shouting one after another: "Come and see the little God!"

The newly promoted bosses were also curious, and opened the door to look quietly.

I saw a circle of people in the corridor on the second floor, and some people didn't have time to get dressed, just ran out with a shoe, clamoring that they needed to see the true face of "Little God".

Cheng Fang saw a huge mass of heads, and he didn't know who was the real master, so he asked the people around him, "Is he famous?"

"You country bumpkin! How can you ask such a question!" The person next to him was so angry that he laughed, "You have never even heard of the name of the little god, and you come to Jingdezhen to sell porcelain?"

Cheng Fang: ...

"I'm new here, so I don't know the situation in the town, please tell me in detail."

"That's fine."

This little god, the reason why he has such appeal is probably because the dragon sees the head but does not see the end.At present, Jingdezhen can only be described in eight words - only its name is heard, but its people are not seen.

Except for those who worked at the mouth of his kiln, or the few old masters outside who were known to cooperate, few people have seen his true face.

Even if I saw him, I didn't know his identity.

It was also a coincidence that on the big day of Nuan Shen Kiln, he had to come and entertain Wang Yu, who had a head start, and everything was so logical.

In the largest Jiangshui building in this town, it naturally caused quite a stir on the night when everyone was indulging in celebration.

Cheng Fang asked again: "Then why is he called Little God?"

The people next to him laughed and joked: "You, if you say you are an amateur, you are really an amateur. Listen carefully, and I will teach you a lesson today. 'Little God' is not a self-proclaimed one, but a title given to him by the people. Seriously speaking, his identity is the master who is in charge of the fire in the kiln."

As the saying goes, porcelain is good or bad, nine out of ten lies in the kiln.Holding the "nine out of ten" of Zhuang Master is equivalent to holding the fate of a piece of porcelain.

Whether it is worthy to enjoy the Taimiao, or broken into slag, it is all in the mind of the master.

"Blanking, sharpening, and painting, these pre-processes are all part of the porcelain industry, and they are controllable by craftsmanship. Experts can tell at a glance whether a blank is drawn well, how thin it is repaired, and how the blue and white craftsmanship is. But you said we built a kiln. How can we see through the fire, atmosphere, humidity, kiln location and terrain inside? From experience."

Most of the kiln masters are old masters. They have been working in this industry for decades, and they were almost apprentices in the first half of their lives. They honestly studied with a master and waited for the day when they would be masters.

When they were in Shimen, they had to learn to read the weather, learn to find out the law of the reaction between porcelain and glaze, and learn to capture the chromaticity and depth of the fire at different positions in the kiln.

When you are qualified to be a teacher, you have already accumulated a wealth of practical experience. You can take a look inside the kiln, or hook a piece of porcelain out, spit out thick phlegm to observe its changes, and you can estimate the kiln temperature, judge whether the ceramics are cooked, whether you need to adjust the kiln position, etc.

But even so, there are often times when you miss.

Especially in the ceramic industry, no matter how perfect the blank is, if it is burnt to pieces, it is just a pile of useless garbage, and all the efforts of everyone in front of it will fall short.

Or to say that a piece of porcelain is good or bad, nine out of ten are all in the kiln. A good pile master is hard to find, and a good pile head is even rarer in a hundred years.

And Liang Peiqiu, a kid who didn't reach his full age in the eyes of those veterans, was able to turn their half-life hard work into nothing in the blink of an eye.

How to fill the kiln, how to burn, when to stop the fire, these experiences talk, there are only two words for him-feeling.

This is God's endowment.

So the common people regarded him as the reincarnation of the Kiln God and named him "Little God".

We must know that Jingdezhen goes back thousands of years, and it seems that Liang Peiqiu's pile has never appeared before. He is the first one, and he will presumably be the last one.

Fortunately, master Zhuang can work in several houses at the same time, and not all of them may sell themselves to Hutian Kiln like Xu Zhiliu, so there is a shining corner of the wall.

"Tell me about this, is there any reason for it?"

"Why is it unreasonable, God rewards the food, it is approved by God, you are envious!"

"It's quite mysterious. At the beginning, I heard that there was a young handle in Anqing Kiln, and the flames could be seen accurately. Everyone didn't believe this evil. But you see, the Baoqing in Anqing Kiln is really Baoqing. The color is good and the glaze is bright. I see that many wares shops that specialize in large-scale five-color porcelain are looking for them."

As Anqing Kiln's "Bao Shaoqing" became more and more stable, Wang Yu's tone became more and more serious. The number of defective products from the abandoned factory was decreasing, and the order volume increased year by year.

Think about it, it's just the past two years.

Now the conversation in the teahouse outside seems to be endless, they are all talking about these two families, these two people.

There is a Xu Zhiliu in Hutian kiln, who is Zhuge Liang under Liu Bei's tent, who is planning a strategy and winning a decisive victory thousands of miles away.

And there is Liang Peiqiu in Anqing Kiln, which is red-hot broken iron, which has been smelted into steel.

The so-called one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. As the two leaders of Baoqing Kiln, one is a talented unicorn with a rough background, and the other is a young god who came from behind. Who will become the No. 1 in Jingdezhen porcelain industry?
The storyteller patted the gavel, stroked his beard and said in a long voice: "I don't know."

Listening to it in the teahouse, Quan listened to it as a story, and found it very interesting, but only went to the current Jiangshuilou, especially when Xu Zhiliu was still at the banquet, Cheng Fang and the others talked more and more without a clue, and the atmosphere became subtle.

At this time, the country bumpkin who had been silent in the corner trembled and said, "I, I just arrived in Jingdezhen, and I don't understand your rules. I think Hutian Kiln and Anqing Kiln are the most famous. Since I want to ask my colleagues to take care of me, why don't I invite them all, and let's have a lively time together..."

It is only after hearing this that I realized that the two most famous folk kilns are big enemies who cannot sit on the same bench.

When he said this, the faces of the people at the banquet suddenly brightened.

"You mean, you also hired Anqing Kiln?"

The country bumpkin swallowed his saliva, and nodded his head, not daring to speak out.

"So the one outside was not invited by you?"

"Who did you post to?"

The country bumpkin said: "I, of course I'm for Anqing Kiln, and I also made it clear that I will invite several other kilns."

Everyone looked at him in unison.

Under the suspicious eyes of everyone, he bit the bullet, glanced at Xu Zhiliu by the window, and then nodded.

In other words, he not only invited Anqing Kiln, but also bluntly mentioned with Anqing Kiln that he also invited Hutian Kiln.

The faces of the people couldn't help being colorful, changing several times, and then their spirits rose.

The leader couldn't wait to open the door to meet people, at this moment, a voice came: "Sorry, I'm late."

While speaking, the sliding door of the box was pushed open, and a young man in a crescent white quilted robe walked quickly.

He was covered in wind and snow, bringing in a lingering coolness, but for some reason, he was sweating profusely.

He looked around for a week, bent down and apologized: "I was delayed when I went out, I'm really sorry, I asked you to wait for me."

When the eyes settled down, the dignified figure sitting by the window happened to turn around, and the two looked at each other. Liang Peiqiu's figure was slightly stiff, and he managed to squeeze out a smile.

The commotion outside still persisted, someone boldly chased after him, looked in through the door that was not fully closed, and suddenly fell silent in fright.

Cheng Fang only heard a bunch of chaotic footsteps approaching, and then left in unison.Not long after, someone couldn't hold back his excitement and said, "Xu is also in the box over there!"

"Which Xu?"

"Which other Xu can there be, just that Xu Ye!"

"Isn't he a great talent?"

"exactly!"

Then there was another burst of shock that could not be suppressed.

The voice came into the box next to the door, and Cheng Fang and the others looked at each other, but couldn't help laughing, and began to make fun of the bumpkins: "Thanks to you, I opened the eyes of the bumpkins."

"Isn't that right? I'm a real townsman, and it's the first time I've seen you."

"Have you never seen it before?"

"Yes, this scene is enough to remember for a lifetime, thanks to you! It's a great honor."

I don't know what kind of riddle they were playing, and they all laughed together, except for the two cases in the center of the topic, facing each other, as if they had nothing to do with them.

At this time, the theater troupe sang downstairs, singing along with the Beijing accent, and the owners of the porcelain store had never seen it before, so they rushed to the window to watch the play, and praised the troupe he chose this year.

The repertoire of "Fishing and Killing" is also very suitable for the occasion, Shuihu Liangshan, what a heroic spirit!
"Xu Shaodong's family, you are a hermit counselor in Liangshan, right?" Someone laughed and teased.

Xu Zhiliu remained silent, reaching for the tea on the table, not wanting the other hand to be faster than him.

"The tea is cold, I'll ask someone to serve it hot."

The young man lowered his head, didn't look at him, but gave an order to the outside.

At this time, the sliding door opened, and the watery head outside was looking inside eagerly.

Only now did Xu Zhiliu wake up.

He thought about An Nineteen's abnormality all night, and was somewhat uneasy.In addition, when the warm kiln god sacrificed at night, all the elders of the clan were present, so he was so busy that his feet did not touch the ground, and he was also given a lot of wine.

Originally, the interest in this event was lacking, and those who had no intention of going to the banquet did not expect to have unexpected joy.

He had heard of the name "Liang Peiqiu", Chunhuaqiushi, fallen leaves know autumn.The person who named him adorned him with autumn light, and he must have high hopes for him.

He also knew how powerful "Little God" was.

The strange thing is that Jingdezhen is not big, and the two of them are traveling together. There are many affairs in Sanyao and Jiuhui on weekdays. He can often meet Wang Yu and meet Wang Yunxian a few times, but he has never met him.

I heard people say that he is not good at socializing, and he is not good at socializing, so in the past two years, I heard more and more stories about him, and in a kind of regret that I have never met, I want to see him more and more.

Unexpectedly, I saw it so unexpectedly.

Xiao Er quickly brought hot water, Liang Peiqiu paused for a moment, lifted the handle of the pot and made a new cup of tea for Xu Zhiliu, holding it in front of him with both hands.

Xu Zhiliu was really flattered, got up to take it, and thanked him again and again.

Liang Peiqiu said no, and said: "I am very respectful when I heard about the dragon vat."

"But it's not worth mentioning that it's a small skill. I've heard of the name of the little god. I've heard it before. I would like to ask, have you signed a long-term contract with Anqing Kiln?"

Liang Peiqiu shook his head: "I have no contract with Master."

"Ok?"

"Master once had the grace to save my life."

When he said that, Xu Zhiliu understood, just as he and Xu Zhong didn't have any contract, but the kindness of taking in was greater than any paper contract, not to mention the kindness of saving life.

His Anqing Kiln must be the same as his Hutian Kiln.

So, it's a pity.

As we all know, whether a piece of porcelain is good or not, its fate lies in the kiln.The Hutian kiln does not have a pile master like Liang Peiqiu. The reason why the giant dragon vat can be fired depends on the meticulous attention to detail in the previous dozens of processes and almost strict process requirements.

Even so, it has failed many times and smashed many defective products.

No better than him, who can tell good from bad at a glance.

If such a person can be hired back to Hutian Kiln with a contract, and the stewards he has promoted for Hutian Kiln over the years, even if he does not ask questions like Xu Zhong, I am afraid there will be no trouble if he takes over.

At that time, maybe he will be willing to let him go?

Pity.

"I don't know that there is such a relationship between you and Wang Dadong's family. I haven't heard him mention it to anyone before."

Du Dangyu in the outside world picked up a big bargain. He originally took Liang Peiqiu as his apprentice and wanted to train him to be a painter. Unexpectedly, he walked across the mountain one day and was discovered by God.

From then on, Wang Yu regarded him as a treasure, held him up as an offering, and hid it tightly for fear of being dug away.

Therefore, there are also rumors in the outside world that the "little god" avoids people, which is Xu Zhong's fear of his colleagues.

Looking at it now, it doesn't look like it.

If Xu Zhong really deliberately hid the treasure, Liang Peiqiu would not go out on the big day when almost the whole town of Nuanshenyao was mobilized.And although he doesn't talk much, he doesn't look shy.

For some reason, he didn't seem to dare to look at himself, and he didn't raise his head.

Seeing that Liang Peiqiu was silent, Xu Zhiliu didn't feel embarrassed, and asked, "When did you go to Anqing Kiln?"

"Many years."

"many years?"

"Ah."

Liang Peiqiu nodded, tightly clutching the hem of his clothes under the table, his hands still trembling uncontrollably.Listening to him talking to herself, so close, with so focused eyes, she could hardly breathe because of the tension.

It's not that Wang Yu didn't want to talk about all those inhumane pasts, but that she didn't want to.

The sticking point is still her.

If she wants to say that she is not afraid of being known, then everything is no big deal.But she still doesn't want anyone, with any possibility, to get a glimpse of that past.

except him.

"I'm not from Jingdezhen. I came from the countryside. I met bandits on the road and was almost in danger. Fortunately, Master arrived in time and rescued me. Master was worried that the news would spread and those bandits would come after me, so he didn't say anything."

The so-called innocence is the same as the crime, she has divine gifts, if the gangster knows her identity and recognizes her as the girl who ran to Jingdezhen desperately, it is hard to guarantee that she will not do something.

This is Wang Yu's worry.

But not her concern.

"When I was young, Master protected me everywhere. Now that I have grown up, maybe I should face some of the past."

Saying so, she exhaled again and again, raised her head in one go, and smiled slightly at Xu Zhiliu.

She has been raised as a man since she was born, and she has been rolling around in the kiln for many years. Although she has a beautiful face, exquisite features, and skin that is more delicate than a woman, she has a free and easy air that is difficult for ordinary men to have.

Among the men, she is not tall, but because of her good proportions, her limbs are exceptionally slender, her neck is always raised, and she is upright and upright when sitting, lying and walking.

Dressed in a crescent white long jacket, it can't suppress the snowflakes that are rustling tonight, nor can it hide the young man's hidden ambitions.

Xu Zhiliu looked at him, as if he saw himself when he first came to Hutian Kiln ten years ago.

At that time, he longed for self-reliance, grew wildly, and had endless desires and ambitions.

I want to do a big job, I want to get ahead, I want to return to official career, I want to avenge my father.

I want to kill the evil spirits in the world, and I want to make a living for the people.

It's a pity that time is also fate.

Looking at the young man in front of him, he added a sense of intimacy.

I don't know who started it first, and it was spread amazingly, saying that they were incompatible with each other.But in fact, tonight was the first time they met.

And all the feelings he gave him were very wonderful, so wonderful that it was difficult to describe in words, when we first met him, they seemed familiar.Obviously opposed, but cherish each other.

It's a wonderful feeling.

This feeling pulled him, and he asked, "Where is your hometown?"

Liang Peiqiu whispered, "In Yaoli."

Xu Zhiliu was slightly surprised: "It's actually a fellow villager."

"Yes."

"then you……"

He paused for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Liang Peiqiu waited quietly, with a trace of apprehensive expectation, her back straightened more and more, suddenly there was a burst of applause, and a few pieces of colored paper flew into the window.

As the theater troupe walked around the streets, the news that Xu and Liang were drinking together spread like wildfire, and the Jiangshui Tower was blocked inside and out.

They all came to see them.

And they sat facing each other, talking about things like friends who met for the first time, occasionally silent, not awkward.

Liang Peiqiu gradually couldn't bear the scorching light on the opposite side, she looked away and reached out to catch Fei Zhi.

It was the opera singer who had prepared a congratulatory speech early on, put it in a bamboo basket, and held it in his arm, so that he could spread it out at any time to win the prize.

At this moment, there are many others, together with the snowflakes, blooming in the dark night.

She unfolded the colored paper, and there was a sentence on it - good fortune is coming, may the king be happy.

At this moment, Xu Zhiliu spoke again: "Have we met before?"

Liang Peiqiu couldn't help laughing: "A year ago at Mingquan Teahouse."

As if afraid that he would not be able to remember, she gestured in a direction, "Outside the wing room on the second floor, Xiao Er bumped into you, and when you turned around, I happened to be opposite."

Oh, remembered.

At that time, he looked frightened, even more frightened than the one who was hit by Xiaoer. He even subconsciously hid behind the pillar, and it took a long time before he poked his head out.

And he was tripped by an acquaintance, and before he could leave, he just confronted him again.

It seemed to be a summer day, the cicadas kept singing, the doors and windows of the teahouse were open all around, the copper bells in the corridor were tinkling, and the hall was full of spectators, telling their stories.

A glimpse, impressive.

Xu Zhiliu said: "You seemed surprised when you saw me."

"Ah."

She didn't even think about admitting it.

Who would have thought of such an encounter?On an unusual and unusual afternoon when Wang Yunxian took him to a teahouse to listen to books, he suddenly met him whom he missed.

She was really frightened, and she hid for a while before she dared to raise her head to look, but she didn't expect that he was still there.

After being frightened, she was happy from the bottom of her heart, so she smiled at him without thinking.

Xu Zhiliu still remembered that smile.

Obviously happy to forget the shape, showing two small canine teeth, big and bright eyes, very agile, like a child.

Those are really beautiful eyes.

Unlike at this time, holding it tight and holding it, after practice, the wind and the sea are calm, and nothing can be seen.

So he asked in a good mood, "Are you so surprised to see me?"

Liang Peiqiu might as well speak in a teasing tone, his cheeks suddenly burned up, and the roots of his ears became hotter and hotter.

She hurriedly got up, quickly said hello to the left and right, said that there was still something to do at the entrance of the kiln, and ran out without waiting for the other party's response.

The stewards heard the movement and looked back. The guests who were finally invited just left?Looking at Xu Zhiliu's look of old gods, each of them is like frost beating eggplants, not daring to show it on the face, but thinking in his heart.

conspiracy!It's definitely the conspiracy of the great talent Xu!
Deliberately catching and killing such a wonderful show as Yuba is to distract their attention and drive away their popularity!
That night, the bosses were all drunk, but Xu Zhiliu's heart, which had been depressed all night, calmed down strangely.

There were human voices in his ears, and he looked sideways, as if he saw a hopping rabbit.

With snow-white hair and jet-black eyelashes, being crowded in the crowd, neither entering nor retreating, his eyes were red with anxiety.

Absolutely cute.

Shi Nian saw off all the stewards and the owner of the porcelain shop, and went back to the wing room to see that the young master had half an arm, his eyes were blurred, the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, and there was a slight smile on his face.

The cold moon hangs upside down by the window, and the snowflakes rustle.The cloak is long and open, and the opera is tactful.

It's night, some people haven't touched a drop of wine, some people are drunk with cherries.

Some people were killing people in Bird Clothes Lane.

　Seeing that Qiuqiu finally mustered up the courage to meet Liu, I was as excited as the melon eaters.

　　In the next chapter, Qiuqiu will express her heart.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)