There are gentlemen in the Three Kingdoms

With a dark face, Wang Yun flicked his sleeves fiercely, and said: "The old man is about to leave now, and you are still here to make the old man angry! I can't stop walking. The old man knew you in his later years, really It's the great misfortune of life! You stay here, the old man will go!"

After finishing speaking, he walked over to lead the horse, and led a group of horses and horses to leave fiercely towards the narrow path in the suburbs.

Pei Jing bowed his hands respectfully to the potter and bid farewell.

The pottery merchant told him: "What's the matter, please contact the school affairs office with a code at any time to let me know."

"Your Majesty, don't worry!"

Diao Chan looked at Wang Yun who was going away, couldn't help herself, and shouted: "Father, come back earlier."

Wang Yun's figure was a little suffocated, but he didn't turn his head. He just waved his back to her and said, "My child, take good care of yourself and take care."

The pottery merchant also shouted: "Father, earlier!"

Wang Yun interrupted him directly: "Shut up!"

Seeing the figures of Wang Yun, Pei Jing and others disappearing gradually, Diao Chan wiped her tears, turned to Tao Shang and asked, "Can father-in-law really find the way to become immortal?"

The potter wanted to open his mouth and say, "Got a fart".

But when the words came to his lips, he finally swallowed them.

He gently put his hand on Diao Chan's shoulder, and comforted him: "Dong Zhuo is dead, and Teacher Huangfu has gone, but the disputes in Chang'an have not stopped, and the Han Dynasty has no hope of rising again. At this moment, Wang Situ needs An opportunity to get rid of his old long-cherished wish and regain his strength. It is a good thing for him to find a new sustenance when he is disheartened. It doesn't matter whether he becomes a fairy or not."

Diao Chan gently touched her tears, and couldn't help laughing after hearing what the pottery said.

Yes, for an old man who has reached the end of his life, what else can compare to finding something to replace the endless obsession of his front body in his later years.

Perhaps the most important thing in life is to be able to afford it and let it go.

Diao Chan wiped away her tears, looked at the backs of Wang Yun and others who were gradually disappearing, and said firmly: "No matter what, the foster father is much happier now than before. Besides, he is so sincere, and God will definitely take care of him. Wouldn't it be a great blessing if he found the way to become an immortal."

The potter grinned, not embarrassed to speak.

In history, Qin Shihuang, Liu Che, Li Shimin, and Zhu Houcong's abilities, material resources, and financial resources did not succeed. Can Wang Yun do it?

Those emperors gave money, bought things, made officials, made alchemy, took drugs, married their daughters to alchemists, took boys and girls out to sea to find immortals, and even picked yin. Bu Yang has done all the absurd things, but in the end it should be a fart or a fart.

The superstitions of the ancients are still incurable because of the environment.

"Yes, I'll show you something nice."

In order to distract Diaochan's attention and prevent her from indulging in separation and injury, the potter immediately changed the subject.

He took her hand and led her towards Jinling City.

Diao Chan blushed, lowered her head and let the potter lead her.

Back in Jinling City, the potter didn't take her back to the mansion, but led her to a small workshop.

As soon as she entered the workshop, a faint fragrance wafted out of it and entered Diao Chan's nose, which immediately made her feel an indescribable excitement and joy.

"What kind of smell is this? It smells so good!" Diao Chan looked at the potter with joy.

Tao Shang looked at her with a smile and said, "It's Xianglu."

"Scented dew?" Diao Chan looked at the potter in doubt, and wondered, "Isn't it incense?"

During the Han Dynasty, incense had become popular among the gentry and nobles. Diao Chan, as Wang Yun's adopted daughter, was no stranger to the smell of incense after living in the capital for a long time.

The use of incense in the Han Dynasty was so wonderful that it even became a kind of court etiquette.

According to a passage recorded by Han Guanyi: Shang Shulang entered Zhitaizhong, the maidservant was dressed, held an incense burner to burn, and entered Taichung to protect the clothes of the envoy.

It can be seen how obsessed the people of the Han Dynasty were with spices at that time.

Rao is so rich in incense use in China, but the use of distillation to extract spices and make perfumes only began in the late Tang and Five Dynasties.

Although the distillation method is relatively simple, the craftsmanship and utensils in the Han Dynasty are relatively scarce, and pure essential oils are extracted from plants through steam distillation.

Just imagine hanging the petals above the boiling water, let the steam bring the essential oil out of the petals, catch it with a container during the rising process, and after the steam cools down quickly, it turns into water and flows down again, thereby separating the essential oil from the water

Simple but cumbersome steps, there must be stable steps for preservation in the later stage to prevent it from volatilizing

Moreover, this thing is not generally tried, so the manufacture of perfume by potters is only positioned as a high-end luxury.

He didn't need many people to operate this matter, he just set up a small workshop in Jinling City, and limited the output a year.

In addition to personal use, this perfume can be used as a luxurious gift to foreign diplomacy, or you may have the opportunity to present it to the emperor of Chang'an in the future. It may promote some of your own political purposes.

The potter ordered someone to bring some finished products to Diao Chan from the workshop, put them under her nose, and asked, "How is it? Does it smell good?"

Diaochan held the small pot in her hand, sniffed it carefully for a while, and then said in surprise: "Ah, it smells so fragrant! Zidu, how did you think of making such a wonderful thing?"

When Diao Chan was speaking, she looked at the pottery merchant with eyes full of longing, twinkling, and almost knocking out little stars.

Women just can't resist stuff like this.

The potter had just returned to Jinling City, and when he rode her for a ride with the red rabbit horse, he didn't see how happy she was.

While laughing, the pottery merchant ordered the people in the workshop to pack the finished product into two parts, one for Diao Chan and one for her to pass on to Mi Zhen.

Diao Chan's beautiful eyes turned around, she looked at the pottery merchant with a smile, stroked his chest lightly with her fingers and said, "Yo, Mr. Tao has a big heart, this side is going to follow me for the six-ceremony engagement period, and there is still thinking about it." Are you looking at sister Zhen'er?"

The pottery merchant shook his head, and said helplessly: "Where are you thinking, the Mi family is now cooperating with us to do business, and the sales of the business name are all in your hands. You are the representative who is in charge of the cooperation between Shisanhang and the Mi family for me. What are you talking about?" You have to maintain this relationship, right, I'm helping you."

Diao Chan reached out and touched the potter's face, and said with a smile, "I see you are in a hurry, I just want to ask, what are you explaining so much for? Don't worry, I will take care of Thirteen Lines for you, Sister Zhen." , I naturally treat it as a good relationship, but to be honest, sister Zhen is a rare beauty, with such a virtuous temperament, Mr. Tao, you are a hero in the world, do you really have no ideas? If you have ideas, little girl help You say go matchmaker."

The potter touched his nose and smiled helplessly.

I don't know what's going on, but since returning to the Han Dynasty, he found that the women and their fathers in this era, whether it be Diao Chan or Cao Bao, are all quite magnanimous as far as the people he met of.

The mind is in a big mess.

Wu County, Fuchun County.

The ancients had a saying of keeping filial piety for three years.

After Sun Jian died in battle, Sun Ce handed over his father's old troops to his cousin Sun Ben to take charge of them, and let him temporarily attach himself to Yuan Shu.

Sun Ce himself went back to Fuyang to observe the funeral, while silently reflecting on himself and realizing his mistakes.

It has to be said that Sun Jian's death was really a bolt from the blue for Sun Ce.

This thunderbolt was so heavy that it almost wiped out all the violence and anger of Sun Ce when he was young.

If the potter sees the current Sun Ce, he will be greatly surprised at Sun Ce's current changes.