The merchant bought some wheat from Qingcheng County, and then instructed the porcelain kiln to fire a huge earth jar and put the wheat into the ground tank to ferment.

By the way, I asked someone to make an iron steamer, which has long existed in Datang, with a different name, and its original name was "retort".

Next, wait for the wheat to ferment, usually for several days.

You have to make something different for Li Bai, preferably the kind of wine that gets drunk as soon as you drink it and doesn't need others to drink too much with him. These days, Gu Qing really can't stand Li Bai's style of persuading wine, he must drink every day, he must persuade him, he must get drunk, Gu Qing is still a seventeen-year-old boy, he is still growing his body, and if he drinks with him, it is estimated that he will be abolished.

While waiting for the fermentation process, Gu Qing was still busy with one thing, something related to tribute porcelain.

Opportunities need to be fought for by themselves, Yang Guifei's return to her hometown is an opportunity, whether she comes to the porcelain kiln or not, Gu Qing must be fully prepared.

After coming to Datang for half a year, Gu Qing gradually understood that if he wanted to gain a foothold in this world, he must use all conditions, firmly rooted on the wall like a wall creeper, grasp every crevice, and deeply root his roots.

Yang Guifei is a very important person, Gu Qing doesn't want to miss this woman who is loved by thousands of people.

The preparation is not difficult, pen and paper are required.

Gu Qing didn't have it at home, so he could only go to Song Gensheng's house. There is no one in the Song family, and Gu Qing is not polite, the current Song family is no different from his own family, anyway, Song Gensheng never saw him polite when he came to his house, he ate more meat than him, and he took it directly when he saw something pleasing to the eye, and a good scholar has now become like a bandit Qiangliang.

I really miss Song Gensheng who was scared and trembled like a little quail.

The paper and pen were spread on the table, Gu Qing dipped it in ink, hung the pen and pondered for a moment, and then brushed and wrote on the paper.

I wrote a large article, checked it carefully, and found that some sentences could not be used, so I took the pen to delete them, the original poem was about the love tragedy of a couple, but some of the poems were too advanced, and they were very taboo, if they were passed out, Li Longji might grit his teeth and chop him into pieces, and Yang Guifei next to him might also clap his hands.

Of course, the poem in the original work was too long and too long, and Gu Qing couldn't remember a lot of it, only some famous sentences. So a poem about a love tragedy was deleted and changed by Gu Qingzuo, and slowly changed to a sycophant poem that specifically describes how beautiful the heroine is, how bright and moving, and how her husband dotes on her.

It doesn't matter if you are a sycophant, Gu Qing is not Li Bai, she does not have such a serious mental cleanliness as him, if you talk about the dark side of human nature, the dark side of Gu Qing's heart is dirtier than the toilet, and his face that is never happy may be born from his heart.

When Song Gensheng pushed the door in, Gu Qing happened to finish writing the whole poem, and was blowing the paper to dry the ink.

Song Gensheng was stunned for a moment, and when he saw the piece of paper full of words in Gu Qing's hand, he couldn't help but rejoice: "Are you composing poetry again?" Let me see. ”

After speaking, Song Gensheng rushed up with an arrow step, snatched the paper from Gu Qing's hand, and completely forgot how virtuous Gu Qing was after he wrote the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Sure enough, Song Gensheng grabbed the paper and only looked at one line, his face turned blue instantly, and he couldn't help but let out a "vomit" sound, put the paper on the table, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, with a miserable and painful look.

"It's ugly, the words are ugly...... Gross, it's ugly...... Woo, ah! ”

Before he finished speaking, Gu Qing pressed him on the bed and beat him violently.

I've endured him for a long time, and today I should be happy to take revenge.

After a terrible scream, Song Gensheng sat up scarred, while Gu Qing had a happy expression on his face, and said with a smile: "Brother Song Xian, can you order it normally?" ”

Song Gensheng nodded aggrievedly.

"Very good, give me a word by word transcription, the handwriting must be neat and beautiful, otherwise you will be beaten again."

“…… Good. ”

So Song Gensheng couldn't help but be disgusted and copied the poem, and read it while writing: "It is difficult to give up on the natural beauty, and once it was chosen on the king's side." Looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color...... Yes! Good poetry! ”

"There are 3,000 beauties in the harem, and 3,000 are pampered in one...... Good! Wonderful! ”

"In heaven I wish to be a winged bird, and on earth I wish to be a branch...... Gu Qing, good talent! Another good poem that will go down through the ages! ”

Song Gensheng kept admiring, and the transcription became more and more cautious and neat, and every stroke was done with all his efforts.

Gu Qing yawned and said: "Copy it well, and hand it over to the craftsmen and glazers of the porcelain kiln after copying, and let them burn a batch of plum bottles of half a foot in size, each bottle requires a different color, and burn a poem respectively, and print a poem next to the poem, and print the flower case of Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum or something, and the whole poem is all full, forming a set of fine tribute porcelain, and tell the potters that only this batch is allowed to be fired, it is the world's unique style, 'unique style' understand?" It's the only one in the world. ”

Song Gensheng was puzzled: "Why did you burn the poems on the plum bottle?" Will it last forever? ”

"It's none of your business, don't ask. I'll tell you later. ”

Song Gensheng responded, and immersed himself in copying poems.

Gu Qing was about to leave, when his footsteps suddenly paused and said, "Have you seen Zhang Huaiyu in the last few days?" ”

Song Gensheng was dazed: "I haven't seen her for a few days." ”

Gu Qing frowned and left without saying a word.

It seems that I haven't seen Zhang Huaiyu for some days, Gu Qing recalled it carefully, it has been about ten days. Recently, Zhang Huaiyu seems to be a little mysterious, or rather, Zhang Huaiyu has always been a little mysterious, I don't know what she is doing outside, even if she is chivalrous, she doesn't have to punch in every day, right?

…………

Zhang Huaiyu is in trouble.

On the edge of an unknown mountain cliff on the outskirts of Qingcheng County, Zhang Huaiyu was dressed in white, his expression was cold, his willow-like eyebrows were slightly frowned, and a trace of blood flowed from his gorgeous thin lips. In his right hand, he held the sword, the scabbard was gone, and it was clear that there had been a fierce fight before.

At a distance of a zhang from her, there were three people, three burly middle-aged men, each holding a big knife in their hands, their ugly appearances, hideous expressions, and their eyes exuding a terrifying murderous aura.

Zhang Huaiyu coughed lightly, raised his sleeve to wipe the blood on his lips, and left a bright red blood stain on the snow-white sleeve.

"Heh, you actually found it here, the Gu family and his wife didn't leave any clues back then, how did you find it?"

A big man took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "Zhang Huaiyu, you were originally a virtuous minister, although I don't know why you were out, but the events of the year have passed, and we no longer have anything to do with Zhang Xiang, and we don't want to kill you for Zhang Xiang's virtuous name, however, the Gu family husband and wife killed four of my brothers with different surnames back then, abolished two of them, and set up an ambush to capture three people, and those three people were later beheaded by the government and abandoned the city. This is a blood feud, how can you not take revenge? ”

Zhang Huaiyu said coldly: "The Gu family husband and wife died ten years ago, don't you know?" ”

"The Gu family and his wife died, but they still kept the seeds, we checked for ten years to find out the vicinity of Qingcheng County, cutting the grass without roots, do you think we will give up?"