Zhang Zhaohua danced happily, she had already begun to calculate in her mind, the glazed red bowl in her hand alone had already surpassed the status of other blue and white porcelain in her heart, she thought about who to send a few of them, of course, Yongan Yongping must be sent, it should be regarded as a valuable makeup - in fact, today she has a clear understanding of her status in the mansion, people like Huang Yan are more willing to please her than these county lords, which has explained everything. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The more she thought about it, the happier she became, so she simply twisted her body to keep Gao Chi, kissed him on his fat face, and said with a smile: "Our kiln factory in Daxing County can burn such a good thing, and I don't know if we can go and see it!"

Gao Chi seemed to be a little dizzy for a while, and it took a long time before he snorted and said, "No." ”

Zhang Zhaohua knew that it was not possible, and immediately sighed: "Although I have not seen how to burn the kiln on the spot, I have a lot of ideas, and I am definitely no worse than those experienced craftsmen." ”

Gao Chi said to you, and Zhang Zhaohua said with great interest: "I want to burn the sacrificial red, do you know the sacrificial red, you definitely don't know, it's all Xuan...... At the time, it is similar to Jun red but completely different, the glaze is like the initial condensation of chicken blood, and it is like the color of red glow or fire clouds, deep and stable, smooth and even, without the slightest crack texture...... There is also a bucket color, the bucket color is to the underglaze blue and white as the outline, the glaze is filled with color, after firing, there will be underglaze color and glaze color Douyan fighting beauty...... And multicolored porcelain—"

"You know a lot, and you also have overglaze and underglaze color," Gao Chi laughed: "But you can try it, it's not easy to think about firing, and it costs a lot." ”

"No matter how much it costs, it will be burned," Zhang Zhaohua simply yearned: "That's the porcelain that has been handed down from generation to generation." ”

"Is it the importance of people or the importance of objects," Gao Chi said: "It is always necessary to value people and ignore things." ”

"Yes, yes," Zhang Zhaohua said: "I heard that for the firing of imperial porcelain, if you need three or four tributes, the Jingdezhen Imperial Kiln Factory will fire a hundred identical pieces, and pick four of the best ones into the palace, and the rest will be broken and buried on the spot. Can't we change it?"

"Can you stretch out your hand to Jingdezhen," Gao Chi also said with a smile: "There is no way, you have to be different, respectful and humble, and other people can't use the same thing as the emperor." ”

"I just think it's a pity," Zhang Zhaohua thought of the chicken bowl cup, for example, the sacrificial red, which was burned out and didn't know how much it was destroyed, and he felt pumped in his heart: "Our own kiln factory, don't do this." ”

"After all, it's an official kiln," Gao Chi said: "Things flow out but harm the people, there are other kilns in Daxing, in fact, the white porcelain burned by the kiln is more clumsy, and more cute, and the common people also love to use it, you let them take the blue and white bowls and jars, not for eating and scooping soup, but for ruining things." ”

"Do you know that the cat food pot and dog food pot of the Li family in the east and the Zhao family in the west are not the fine products burned by the official kilns in the Tang and Song dynasties," Zhang Zhaohua said: "Good things are going to be lost to the people after all, and the dynasties are changing, you see where there is still the Tang Imperial Palace now, the imperial palace in the Song Dynasty has become the palace of the Zhou Dynasty, and the city wall is not unstable at the beginning, but there is still no trace of it now." It's just that porcelain, which is so easy to break, can be passed down to the present. It shows that this thing, like calligraphy and painting, is a thousand-year-old vein, and will eventually be more eternal than people than everything that can be eternal, which is the truth that treasures are gathered in the people and will eventually be scattered in the people. ”

"Seeing the big from the small, knowing the reason for the replacement of the rise and the fall," Gao Chi couldn't help but nod and said: "And it is reasonable, and the person who said it is very convinced." ”

Zhang Zhaohua was still very proud, but suddenly understood what he meant, which was nothing more than an allusion to the paragraph Zhang Zhaohua said just now about employing people to control people, and the reason was not sufficient - Zhang Zhaohua was so angry that he jumped up and was ready to argue with him.

However, Gao Chi didn't answer her beckon, and when he saw Zhang Zhaohua pinching his little fist and holding up his upper body, he stretched out his finger lightly and poked Zhang Zhaohua's waist and eyes.

Zhang Zhaohua immediately shrunk into a ball, and his waist and eyes were newly developed sensitive points by Gao Chi, which were soft when he touched them, and he tried and tested them repeatedly.

When she raised her head again, her face was ashamed and angry, and of course her whole face was overflowing with redness: "You, you are playing tricks - if you can't say it, you will sneak attack!"

"How can this be called a sneak attack," Gao Chi skillfully untied the belt of the person in his arms and put his hand in: "This should be said to be stealing incense and stealing jade......"

Zhang Zhaohua couldn't help but stumble several times, and shouted: "No, there are still people!"

"Look at who there is," Gao Chi was already moist and hard: "Who let you sit on my lap is not honest at all-"

Zhang Zhaohua was simply ashamed and indignant when she was pressed on the chair, and she could vaguely see the slightly swaying figure outside the window through Gao Chi's shoulders, which made her exclaim: "Turn off the lights, turn off the lights!"

Gao Chi didn't listen to her, but told him that there was no one outside, Zhang Zhaohua obviously saw the figure as if he couldn't deceive himself that it was the shadow of a cat, although she turned into a puddle of water in Gao Chi's hands, but still let her find the lamp holder in front of her.

Seeing that she could get there, but in the next second, her legs were lifted, and her blazing body pressed down, instantly making her shoulders shrink, and her hands could no longer move forward, so she could only climb up his back weakly.

This time, her pants were still on her legs, and they shook from side to side and brushed Gao Chi's face, which made him itch for a while, so he took out his hand and pulled off the obstructive cotton silk pants, wiped the sweat on his face indiscriminately, and then threw it away. Zhang Zhaohua originally frowned and made a slight pain, but when she saw this scene, she suddenly turned the slight gasping and patience on the side of her mouth into laughter, as if she had broken through the thick night outside the window that was set off by the silence and was extraordinarily heavy.

This laughter seemed to bewitch Gao Chi even more, and he cut down the tart, so that Zhang Zhaohua seemed to be sent into the sea by the ups and downs of the torrent, but the sea actually has sea eyes, and there are also vortices, and when he wandered in the sea for a short time, he was swept into the bottom of the sea by the sudden rise of the rapids in an instant, and he could only see the colorful light shaking in front of him, but he couldn't make the slightest sound.

She couldn't try it anymore because of the feeling of being happy, and although she bit her knuckles many times to prevent herself from making a sound, she still couldn't suppress her long cry when she lost her soul, for fear that the people in the courtyard who had not been separated would hear it. And when everything gradually calmed down and quieted down in the night, when Gao Chi took her in his arms, and the still gasping breath brushed her cheeks, she seemed to see a shaking shadow in the haze, but this time the sound of the night wind blowing through the leaves outside was finally heard by her clearly, and she no longer thought it was whispering or snickering.

This time she was suspicious and confused, but soon fell asleep in the faint agarwood.