Let's go back a little bit and go back to the Qixi Festival more than 20 days ago. When the teenagers were swimming on Nanpu Street in Yuzhang City, when Xu Chen wrote that "If the two love is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight." In a small courtyard hundreds of miles away from Yuzhang City, a young girl was also praying for her happiness......

In the northeast of Yuzhang City, there is a beautiful small county seat, Fuliang County, at a distance of hundreds of miles. Fuliang County was formerly known as Xinping County, Wude withdrew the county in eight years, Kaiyuan four years were replaced, called Xinchang County, and Tianbao was changed to Fuliang County in the first year.

Fuliang County belongs to Poyang County, located in the transition zone between Huangshan, Huaiyu Mountain and Poyang Lake Plain, and is the traffic throat of several nearby counties.

A Changjiang River passes through the city, and there is a small town in the south of the Changjiang River, called Changnan Town. I am afraid that few people know this name except for the people of her hometown, but more than 200 years later, her other name is widely known to the world, and has even become synonymous with China. More than 200 years later, in the first year of Jingde of Song Zhenzong, because of the excellent quality of the blue and white porcelain produced in Changnan Town, Zhenzong named it "Jingdezhen" with the year name, which has been passed down for thousands of years.

Today's Changnan Town has begun to show her reputation as the "porcelain capital", and almost every household in the small town has set up a small kiln to fire porcelain. The mountains near the town have the best soil for firing porcelain, and the villagers of Changnan Town seem to know better how to make trade-offs.

There are no potholes in the beautiful mountains, and the simple villagers adhere to the way of balance between heaven and earth, and every basket of soil taken out of the mountains must be picked up from another basket of soil to fill in. Today's Changnan town porcelain production is not as large as later generations, but the fame is not small. The maritime merchants gathered in Wuyue Town would also come here from time to time to buy some porcelain and sell it to distant overseas by sea.

At the east end of Changnan Town, there is a chic courtyard near the mountains, the small courtyard is not big, and there is a family of three living in a two-entry house, with two middle-aged servants outside. The male owner of the family served as a non-grade official in the county government, called the "city order", although he was a non-grade official, he was also a critical position. The "city order" is in charge of the affairs of the merchants in the county, and the porcelain of Changnan Town is exported overseas, and the annual trade volume is amazing, and the commercial tax from it is much more than the county's land tax every year.

Such a position full of oil and water, it is really not for a county to change. However, the middle-aged man called Tang Yuan by the "city order" of Fuliang County is indeed a gentleman who is clean and self-conscious, and he never starts with this commercial tax. It's not that this Tang Yuan is old-fashioned, and it is impossible for an old-fashioned person to sit in this critical position for twenty years. In fact, every year when the yamen divides the profits, Tang Yuan will use half of his share as a red envelope to reward those subordinates who are able to do things, and the other half will invite colleagues in the yamen to drink and have fun.

In fact, although Tang Yuan's family is well-off, he is not a wealthy family, and his daily expenses all rely on a skill worn by his ancestors, firing porcelain. Tang Yuan's ancestors were all good at porcelain burning, and it was even more green in Tang Yuan's generation, and this craft was considered to be top even in Changnan Town, where porcelain was made, and there was no one.

Therefore, with the anxious and righteous temperament, coupled with the authoritative status among the porcelain workers in the town, Fuliang County, which is almost the main business of selling porcelain, is naturally the only one.

Tang Yuan married his childhood sweetheart when he was young, and gave birth to a daughter a few years later. Meaning. "Jue" is the name of jade, but unfortunately there is no physical object, Guo Pu called it "Jue, literary and scientific appearance." It's a pity.

Xiao Xuexuan's appearance is really exquisite, the year before last, and in the past two years, there has been an endless stream of people who have come to propose marriage, but Tang Yuan and his wife love their daughter very much, and they can't bear to separate, so they all pushed it away. Seeing that her daughter will be seventeen after the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, Tang Yuan's wife Tang couldn't help but be anxious anymore, and asked her daughter several times in the past two days, but her daughter was euphemistically bypassed.

Today, on the seventh day of the seventh month of July, the Qixi Festival is the most important "begging festival" of the year for women.

It was just dark, and after the three members of the Gao family finished dinner, the mother Tang took her daughter Xue Jue to the backyard, and the servant Wu Ma had already prepared the needles, threads, embroidered handkerchiefs and other things needed for the begging festival.

In ancient times, women in the day of the begging festival can invite their friends to gather at home, tell some private words, do some girls' games, and of course, in the end will embroider a brocade handkerchief, like a try, to see whose craftsmanship is better, and the winner is indispensable for a lottery. The maidens did this to show that they prayed to the Weaver Girl for good needlework.

But this year, Xue Jue can only spend the begging festival alone, because some of her best friends of the same age have also married in the past two years, and the rest are not good to invite her to participate in the festival of her daughter's house.

Looking at the empty courtyard and thinking of the lively scenes in previous years, Mother Tang couldn't help but sigh.

"Mother, do you have anything on your mind?" the daughter spoke, her voice crisp and tactful, very moving.

"Mother's heart is you!" Tang looked at his daughter with both eyes.

"Ah, daughter, I'm fine, it's fine!" Xue Jue looked puzzled, but there was cunning in her big eyes that couldn't be hidden.

"You dead girl, you're still pretending to be a fool for your mother, aren't you?" said Tang and tapped his daughter's smooth forehead with his fingers.

"Hey, hey. Xue Jue smiled and stuck out her tongue.

"Alas...... It's all bad for mothers, I shouldn't be so used to you, look at your childhood friends, now they're all children!" Tang said and sighed.

"A daughter will never marry for the rest of her life, and she will accompany her father and mother for the rest of her life, isn't it?" said the girl.

"My mother would like to! But how can a girl's family not marry! After all, she still has to find a reliable person to entrust her for life. "The mother, like other mothers in the world, is reluctant and resolute in educating her daughter.

"By the way, what kind of boy does our little Jue like?" Tang asked his daughter with great interest.

"Niang ......", like other girls, will always be shy when talking about this topic, let alone on a day like today.

"Let my mother guess, does my daughter like Yan'er?" Tang suddenly thought of a person, a teenager who was a childhood sweetheart with his daughter.

"Yan'er, this kid is really good! You two are childhood sweethearts, just like your parents. The more the mother thought about it, the more she thought it was appropriate, and she didn't pay attention to her daughter's face.

"Mother, who likes him, a little kid with a runny nose!" Xue Jue said fiercely, but the look on her face was not resolute at all.

"Who said I had a runny nose! That was all when I was a child! Don't talk nonsense, Xiaojue!" Suddenly, an innocent argument came from the small courtyard.

"Xiao Yanzi, you eavesdrop again!" As soon as the girl heard this voice, she knew who it was, and said viciously.

"Oh no! I've just arrived! really...... Just arrived!" After speaking, a figure jumped down from the high wall, and landed silently, holding a handsome light skill.

The person who came stood still and walked out of the darkness, only to see a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, the young man was slender, his face was like a knife, his sword eyebrows were starry, especially his arms were well-proportioned, and he swayed rhythmically between his movements.

The boy is called Xiao Yan and is the playmate of Xue Jue's childhood sweetheart.

"Hello Auntie!" Xiao Yan saluted to the Tang clan as soon as he entered the courtyard.

"Okay, okay, Xiaoyan! When you come in in the future, let's go through the front door. Tang said with a smile.

"That's it, it's a thief who climbs over the wall. The girl also helped out.

"Oh...... Isn't that convenient!" Of course, Xiao Yan's last half of the sentence was whispered.

"Yes, you Xiao Daxia's kung fu is high, and the higher the wall is like walking on the ground. Unfortunately, the boy's voice did not escape the girl's ears.

"Hehe," Xiao Yan smirked twice.

Seeing his daughter and the teenager fighting together, Tang felt more and more that the two were suitable, and thought that he would go and talk to his husband later, and let his husband talk to his Xiao brother.

"Xiaoyan, you talk, Auntie will go get you food!" said Tang Shi and took the opportunity to walk away.

"Hey, the two ducks on this handkerchief are so beautiful! Xiao Jue, this is what you embroidered?" the young man suddenly picked up a handkerchief on the desk and asked the girl.

“…… That's a mandarin duck!" The girl's words were really vicious, and there was still a hint of blush on her face.

"Oh...... It turns out that this is a mandarin duck! Disrespectful, disrespectful!" Xiao Yan forced a smile and said seriously.

"You ......" The girl was angry, and just wanted to say something, but a sense of frustration swelled up in her heart when she looked at her work.

"Actually, it's nothing if you don't know how to embroider. The boy found out about the girl's loss and hurriedly comforted her.

"Who said that women don't become popular, how can any in-laws want it?" Don't look at the girl's usual grin, but when it comes to this lifelong event, it is inevitable to be a little melancholy.

"No one wants it, I want it!" Xiao Yan shouted in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it, he used to say it himself, and he was beaten by the girl. So the words came to his lips again, "No, he won't be popular, my mother won't be popular!" It seems that the young man still doesn't give up, but he is smarter.

"Xiao Yanzi, your skin is itchy again, right?" the girl squinted and said to Xiao Yan.

"Here we go again......" Xiao Yan's heart was furious, and every time he suffered in the past was after this kind of look.

"Hey, what wish did you pray to the Weaver Girl just now?" Xiao Yan quickly changed the subject.

The girl thought that it would be difficult to do something unladylike on a day like today, so she let Xiao Yan go.

"What else can I ask for, of course, for my parents to be healthy and live a long life!" replied the girl lightly.

"Didn't you ask for anything else?" asked the young man, still gossipy.

"Then what do you think I should ask for more?" the girl looked at Xiao Yan with a playful expression.

"Today is the Qixi Festival! The day when the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet!" Xiao Yan emphasized seriously.

"So what?" asked the girl.

"Don't you ...... Do you want to pray for something like what your future husband should look like?" Xiao Yan finally made up his mind to say it, and at the same time looked at the girl with a look of hope.

"Yes!" the girl nodded.

"Really, what kind of husband do you want in the future?" Xiao Yan said excitedly, almost without saying the sentence "I will definitely do it!"

"Hmm...... My future husband must be a great talent! The poems he writes must be better than Li Taibai!" The girl said with a firm face, with a hint of a smile on her face.

"Ah, what's the use of those poems? You can't eat them as food...... Xiao Yan muttered dejectedly after listening to it.

"Hehe......" Seeing this, the girl suddenly covered her mouth and laughed.

The moonlight is gradually blurred, and the mountains in the distance are hazy, as if they are also looking forward to the girl's bright future......