Xingnong thought that the fight between the two elders would take a while, so she picked up a branch, left a line of words on the ground, and went down the mountain.
A quarter of an hour later, one had a sparse beard and the other had messy hair. They looked around and asked, "Where is my precious apprentice?"
"Where is my beloved disciple?"
After searching for a while, Mr. Tang finally saw the words on the ground: Master, I have to go down the mountain first because I have something to do. I will be moving tomorrow and will not be going up the mountain for the time being.
Mr. Kong came over.
Mr. Tang immediately wiped off the last few words with his foot, leaving only the words "Master, I have something to do and have to go down the mountain first."
He looked at Master Kong proudly: "Look, this is the calligraphy my apprentice left for me! She calls me Master!"
Mr. Kong: "Wrong, this is what my apprentice wrote to me!"
He didn't mention any name, so he can just call him? Humph!
Mr. Tang said proudly: "It was written for you. Do you know what she wrote?"
He wiped it so fast, he definitely couldn't see it.
Mr. Kong rolled his eyes at him, because he saw the word 'moving'.
But moving? Kong Lao thought, there must be a lot of people moving! Isn't it just the right time to announce your identity and let everyone know your identity
Mr. Kong had made up his mind to arrive early. He rolled his eyes at Mr. Tang and said, "Isn't it just about going down the mountain first?"
After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and went down the mountain!
He wanted to go back to the academy to find Shen Xinghui to ask him where his home was and when he would move. He needed to make preparations.
Old Master Tang had no time to pay attention to him. He wanted to find his eldest disciple to find out which village his beloved disciple was from. Tomorrow he would prepare a big gift and go down the mountain to help her find a place to live.
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After Xingnong came down the mountain, he went straight into the city carrying his backpack.
She had a lot of things to do in the city today. She had to change the name on the land deed, move tomorrow, and go to the study to write a storybook to earn ten taels of silver for a deposit to buy furniture. She also had to go to the restaurant to see if a chef had been hired. Last time, she left the address of Meihua Village, and she had to tell the other party that her contact information had changed since she was moving tomorrow.
Today is market day, and there are many people going in and out of the city. Those who are leaving the city and going home are discussing the talent show.
There was a burst of hurried horse hoof sounds coming from far away.
"drive!"
"drive!"
... ..
There are carriages and horses coming and going on the official road, but rarely so fast.
Xing Nong looked back and saw three horses approaching at a very fast speed.
Everyone turned around to look and saw a woman in red coming quickly with a whip swinging.
Behind her were two guards in black, one on each side.
It's obvious that such a person is not someone you want to mess with.
Pedestrians and vehicles all consciously pulled over to make way.
Those who can afford to ride a horse are either rich or noble. Being able to ride a horse so fast near the city gate with guards following behind is a symbol of power and no one dares to mess with him.
Soon three horses approached from a distance.
When the woman in red passed by Xingnong, a gust of wind blew past, raising countless dust.
Then a horse passed by behind, also raising a cloud of dust.
When the last horse passed by, the black-clad guard suddenly cracked his whip, increasing the speed. The long whip hit the load carried by a young man, making a "snap" sound.
The boy was so frightened that he subconsciously moved to the side with his load on his shoulder, but he accidentally stepped on a stone and sprained his foot, losing his balance and falling into a field by the roadside.
The porcelain in the carrying pole also made crisp collision sounds.
Xingnong heard the voice and turned around. He quickly grabbed his shoulder pole with one hand and his arm with the other to steady his body.
After Zhang Zheng stood firm, the expression on his face relaxed and he gave Xing Nong a grateful smile: "Thank you, sister."
The boy looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old, with a delicate and handsome appearance, but his skin was a little pale. His white robe was a little loose, making him look a little frail.
He glanced at the three horses going away. At this time, the three horses were just entering the city, and they were riding directly into the city without any inspection.
"You're welcome." Xing Nong also glanced in the direction of the city gate and replied indifferently.
Behind the two men was a middle-aged woman carrying a child on her back. She was also carrying a load of chicken coops filled with many fluffy chicks.
She then said, "Young man, is this your first time carrying a load? Next time, you should carry it vertically and stand aside. Don't carry it sideways like me. If you carry it sideways like this, you will block the way of those people and get into trouble!"
She demonstrated as she spoke.
When the whip hit something just now, those people didn't even turn around to look.
"It's my first time picking, I don't know how to do it, thanks for the reminder."
"You're welcome. Could you please check if your things are broken?" The woman was also frightened just now. After giving a reminder, she hurried into the city to sell chickens.
Zhang Zheng put down his load, pushed aside the straw, and checked the porcelain in the basket.
These porcelain pieces were bowls, and he was going to sell them at the market. Fortunately, they were not damaged.
After checking, he found that Xingnong had walked far away. He thought that if she hadn't helped him, all the porcelain would have been broken.
He quickly picked up his burden and hurried after her: "Sister, please wait a moment!"
Xing Nong looked back.
Zhang Zheng, carrying a load on his shoulder, staggered after them and came in front of Xingnong.
Xing Nong stopped.
Zhang Zheng put down his burden and turned over the thick straw and the porcelain on top, then took out a small wooden box from the bottom and opened it to reveal ten bowls stacked together inside.
"Thank you for your help just now, young lady. I made these bowls. It's just a small token of my appreciation. I hope you won't mind."
Xing Nong took a look at the bowl in his hand. It was green with white, delicate and translucent, and the porcelain body was extremely thin.
This is a treasure among the celadon glazes.
He did it
Xing Nong looked at him: "Did you do this?"
"Well, my grandfather said it was not done well, but this is the best I have done. I hope my sister won't mind." When the boy said this, a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
Xingnong took a look at the porcelain in the basket, and found that every one of them was good!
She shook her head. "No need. It's too expensive."
"It's not expensive. It's not worth any money. I just made it myself."
Xing Nong originally planned to find a porcelain kiln workshop to make a few oil-saving lamps. Hearing this, she took out a piece of paper from her bosom and asked, "Can you make this?"
Xing Nong has redrawn this picture, and the lines are clear and distinct.
There are no patterns or designs on it. It is just a simple fuel-saving lamp that resembles a small bowl.
Zhang Zheng took it and looked at the porcelain on the drawing, a little unsure, "Is this an oil lamp? But why is there a hole here? Is it hollow inside?"
People in the world like to use copper to make oil lamps, but I have never seen porcelain ones.
"This is a fuel-saving lamp. There is a hole for pouring water. Can you make it?"
Energy-saving lamp? Water injection? Zhang Zheng immediately thought of the mystery.
He even thought about what kind of porcelain clay he should try to use to save more fuel, and several beautifully shaped fuel-saving lamps appeared in his mind.
He was eager to try it out at home. "Sister, I can make it, but it will take a few days. How can I give it to you after it's done?"
Xing Nong thought for a moment and asked, "Where is your porcelain kiln?"
She will also buy some vases, flower pots, bottles and other things in the future.
Zhang Zheng's mind was filled with more and more images of fuel-saving lamps. He said in a slightly anxious tone, "My home is in Xiayao Village, but I can't let my grandfather know that I'm selling things. I'm not sure when I can get out. Where is my sister's home? When I'm done, I'll send it to you when I'm free."
He took out these porcelains secretly to sell. It was his first time, and he was in big trouble when his grandfather found out.
Xingnong knew that there were many cave dwellings in Xiayao Village, most of which were used to make bricks and tiles, while Shangyao Village was famous for its porcelain.
The two villages are not far from Taohua Village, separated only by a hill.
Xing Nong: "At the end of Taohua Village, my last name is Shen."
"I know where Taohua Village is. When it's done, I'll send it to you, sister. I'll give you these things, sister. Thank you for helping me just now! I'll go back and make you a fuel-saving lamp, otherwise I'll forget it!"
After saying this, he dropped the burden on the ground and ran away in a hurry.
Xing Nong: “… .”
At this time, a carriage stopped beside Xingnong, and the curtain of the carriage was lifted to reveal a stunning face.