Recycled Porcelain [Ancient Wears Today]

This battle, from one end of the village to the other, almost involved Jiang Xin and Xu Jiuzhao.

Fortunately, Jiang Xin responded quickly and hired the house-building team who came to work, and protected them and left the village with their boxes.Anyway, the things have been sold, and the money has been given to Li Hai. It is his business whether he wants to share it or not.

Stepping on the tractor pulling bricks, Jiang Xin sighed speechlessly: "It's nothing."

Xu Jiuzhao said helplessly: "Everyone wants to get a share of the windfall."

Jiang Xin folded her arms and looked coldly at the other members of the Li family who were blocked outside and cursed: "Even if you want to share, it depends on whether the master agrees." It seems that Jiang Xin was very upset about being dragged into the water by Li Hai unintentionally. accurate.

Xu Jiuzhao looked at Jiang Xin thoughtfully.

The old house of Li Hai's family has gone through decades of ups and downs, and Li Hai's own house is not an old house either.I don't know how the old house was assigned to him, and Xu Jiuzhao didn't intend to meddle in his own business.

When the two of them came here, they were riding a motorcycle with a large displacement, like a horse that travels thousands of miles a day, but now they are sitting on a walking tractor, like a cart pulled by an ox.

Riding a steed and riding an ox-drawn cart are obviously two different grades. Xu Jiuzhao couldn't help laughing as he recalled what happened in less than a day.

Jiang Xin didn't feel down, she leaned on the tractor's handrail in a dignified manner, and was in high spirits amidst the bursts of background sound.

Xu Jiuzhao's eyes were very sharp, and a layer of skin was raised on the back of Jiang Xin's hand holding the armrest, and blood oozes out.

"Are you bleeding?" Xu Jiuzhao stood up and walked to his side.

"Huh?" Jiang Xin looked down unexpectedly, and said nonchalantly, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt. It should have been accidentally touched just now."

People from the Li family came up and wanted to tear it up, Jiang Xin protected the box and retreated to the tractor, probably at that time it was scratched.

"Let's bandage it first." Xu Jiuzhao frowned, the wound on the back of Jiang Xin's hand was not small.

Just as Jiang Xin was thinking about how to bandage on the way, Xu Jiuzhao took out a men's handkerchief from his underwear pocket, and wrapped it on the back of his hand with a warm blue cotton handkerchief.

"You actually carry a handkerchief with you?" Jiang Xin looked at Xu Jiuzhao in disbelief.

Xu Jiuzhao raised his eyelids and asked in puzzlement, "What's so strange? I don't like tissues."

In ancient times, it was not the same as it is now. You can find paper towels and so on. For the convenience of use, you always carry a handkerchief with you.This is true for both men and women, the difference is only the material is different, and the women's ones are probably scented.

Xu Jiuzhao naturally has this habit. Of course, there are more convenient paper towels in simple packaging that can be carried with him.Xu Jiuzhao is more fond of handkerchiefs than paper towels that cannot be reused, which allows him to find something in common with his previous life and make him feel more at ease.

Xu Jiuzhao stood firmly on the tractor with his feet spread apart, with his back against the wind, lowered his head, and gently tied the handkerchief with a slipknot.

The bandage on the hand was neither tight nor loose, just right, Xu Jiuzhao's handkerchief smelled of lemony washing powder, and his breath seemed to be blowing on the back of his hand, itching.

The morning sun rose, and according to Xu Jiuzhao's fluffy hair, he looked very gentle and lovely.

A handkerchief, a breath, a temperature, plus the sunshine, Jiang Xin couldn't get it out of his eyes.

Oops, this kid doesn't seem to be an adult yet?His heartbeat is a bit like a beast...

Jiang Xin glanced away uncomfortably, staring at the bare roads on both sides.

Xu Jiuzhao was unaware of Jiang Xin's entanglement, and said relaxedly: "Okay, at least the wound won't be made more dirty. Go back and disinfect and apply some medicine."

"Yeah." Jiang Xin glanced at him again, the contours of her cheeks still had a little baby fat that didn't recede, so she definitely wasn't an adult, right? !

The tractor took them around yesterday's village, pulled up the table, and walked halfway to a place with good road conditions. Jiang Xin changed to a small truck and returned to Fengyao Town in less than an hour.

In the temporary residence in Fengyao Town, Jiang Weiguo, Professor Hu, and Zou Hengxin had been waiting for a long time.

"Are you two okay? No injuries?" Zou Hengxin inspected the two little ones with his eyes, and he was relieved when he found that there was nothing serious.

But Xu Jiuzhao immediately said: "There is no serious injury, but Ah Xin...brother, the back of his hand was scratched."

That "brother" was obviously added on the spur of the moment, just a single word, but it made Jiang Xin feel strange.

"Scratches on the back of the hand?" Jiang Weiguo looked over with a serious face.

The warm handkerchief on the back of his hand seemed to be the evidence of his untimely estrus. Jiang Xin's face was dry, and he tried to hold back the idiotic behavior of not having 300 taels of silver here.

"Just a little bit of broken skin, just rub some iodine on it." Jiang Xin said pretending to be nonchalant.

"Well, just pay attention to yourself." Jiang Weiguo sighed, and turned to look at the big box that was brought down.

Jiang Xin stood there for a while, looking at his grandfather's gray temples, touched his nose, and forced his way in.

This time, Jiang Xin was no longer in the mood to boast, and just briefly introduced the harvest. The most important thing was the azure-colored kiln-sealed porcelain vase.

"Sure enough, it's a sealed kiln, perfect, so perfect!" Professor Hu couldn't help but marvel.

This high imitation wood kiln is a large piece of decorative porcelain, with an open mouth, a long neck, smooth lines and beautiful arcs.This is not a round vessel, but a square bottle made of pieces, which is rare and precious.

Xu Jiuzhao stood on the periphery, looking at the bottle delicately, and everyone else praised it. Only he knew how this bottle was inferior to the real firewood kiln, and why it was unqualified.

Several people entered the room, gathered around and admired it for a long time, then Professor Hu seemed to think of it and said: "How did you find Fengyao porcelain in such a place? This is too coincidental."

Jiang Xin said at this moment: "It's a coincidence, but it's not a coincidence."

Jiang Weiguo frowned seriously: "What's going on?"

Jiang Xin straightened up from the side of the box and said, "I didn't bother to look carefully last night. There is still a notebook in this box."

"Is there a handbook?!" Professor Hu was the first to bear it, walked over and said, "Show me."

Professor Hu read the handbook almost at a glance, and only then did he know why this piece of sealed kiln porcelain appeared in that remote mountain village.

This handbook records in detail that during the Ming Dynasty, Li Jiazu had a small property and was a big local landlord.

Because the owner of the family loves porcelain, he took the risk of beheading and stole the porcelain that had not been transferred and destroyed from the sealed kiln site.

After the family stole things, they fled into the mountains one after another. In the following decades, some of them were damaged and sold due to wars.At the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, in order to avoid the war, they moved to remote places, and only then did they come to the village where they live now.

In addition to the initial record of stealing porcelain, the handbook is all about the migration history of the family. It has nothing to do with porcelain, but it still explains the origin of this sealed kiln porcelain.

"Okay! Good!" Professor Hu couldn't help but clapped the notebook and said, "This is a real historical material, put it away, put it away."

Professor Hu was very envious looking at this intact piece of porcelain, but he also knew that it was impossible to get the porcelain out of the hands of Jiang Xin, an antique dealer.

Jiang Xin's plan is also very straightforward. Now that Fengyao porcelain is so hot, of course it must be transported back to Shanghai as soon as possible for display in the Antique Pavilion to attract popularity and revitalize the Boguxuan brand.

Xu Jiuzhao crossed his arms and listened to the other people's handling of the square bottle. He walked over silently and touched the azure porcelain bottle with his fingers.

From yesterday to now, Xu Jiuzhao has never been close to this porcelain, and it was time to say goodbye, so Xu Jiuzhao's fingers gently caressed it.

Maybe it was an illusion, a warm feeling flowed into his body along his fingers.

Because it was too precious, Jiang Xin had to handle this matter personally, and since Jiang Weiguo had this complete sealed kiln porcelain, he naturally wouldn't stay here any longer.

Soon the grandparents of the Jiang family left Zhengzhou, Xu Jiuzhao's life returned to normal, and he began to study step by step with Zou Hengxin.

Under the guidance of Zou Hengxin, Xu Jiuzhao made several good-shaped blanks, but because he has to wait for other kiln masters, he has not yet officially entered the kiln for firing.

The weather turned completely warm in April, and Wu Jiuli came back.

Xu Jiuzhao still lived in that single room, and Wu Jiuli was overwhelmed by the stacked calligraphy books as soon as he came in.

"Aren't you exaggerating?" Wu Jiuli was so rare that he could not speak. He flipped through the practice book with his hands. Every page was filled with words, and every book was used before. A few months, how many books have you written?"

Xu Jiuzhao's handwriting has completely changed, and Wu Jiuli can no longer see the original traces, but the handwriting is really well practiced, very regular and beautiful.

"I didn't count them in detail." Xu Jiuzhao turned his head to look, and said uncertainly, "Maybe there are about sixty copies?"

"Sixty books..." Wu Jiuli choked speechlessly. Although he was envious of Xu Jiuzhao's beautiful handwriting, the amount was too large. Almost one book in a day or two would destroy his hands.

Wu Jiuli wiped his face, and then began to talk about business: "I have already inquired, Yang Jiuyang went to Hong Kong from Shenzhen two months ago, and then went abroad from Hong Kong."

"Going abroad?" Xu Jiuzhao widened his eyes in surprise.