There are a total of four large-scale Qiongyao ruins in later generations, among which the kiln site of Guyi Wai tile kiln mountain is the oldest. However, due to the depletion of porcelain clay resources, it was already a ruin in the Sui Dynasty.

The other three kilns, except for the Jianshanzi kiln, which arose in the Tang Dynasty, the other two kilns, Shifangtang and Dayucun, are all large porcelain kilns left over from the Sui Dynasty.

Although the replacement of the Sui by the Tang Dynasty was a rare peaceful transition in history, there was still a lot of war. Now the Shifangtang Qiongyao is not controlled by the imperial court, which shows that its owner has the means to protect itself in troubled times.

However, if the current Qiongyao wants to talk about exquisiteness, it is far from being able to say. Qiong Sancai was the best in the early Tang Dynasty, but it was only a relatively primitive and rough process.

What's more, before Shu Hui came to this era, the handicrafts and white porcelain seen on the local streets were actually produced in Jingdezhen. All the kilns in the Southern Song Dynasty have become history, only 1,300 kilometers away in the Changsha kiln can still have a glimpse of a trace of the charm of the Sui and Tang dynasties.

The kaolin that Shu Hui imagined before was the material used for Jingdezhen porcelain. At this time, the Qiong kiln used local porcelain clay that was excavated near each kiln site and rich in clay minerals.

Although the composition is similar to that of kaolin, the appearance of the fired porcelain is completely different due to the different proportions of various elements and coloring impurities.

Shu Hui recalled that when she first came to Qionglai to travel, she was really amazed to see those exquisite and elegant porcelain bamboo handicrafts.

The snow-white and delicate porcelain tire is embellished with azure simple and generous patterns, and then used fine color strips to twist and weave, which not only has a unique beauty of combining humanity and nature, but also takes into account the practical performance of anti-slip and anti-collision.

In the original plan of Shu Hui and his colleagues, they set off from Qionglai in the morning, visited the fire well and went around for a tour, and in the afternoon, they could pass through Pingle Town, which is rich in bamboo silk and porcelain, on the way back to the hotel, and they could pick some for souvenirs.

However, this plan obviously failed, Shu Hui took a sip of Gaochang grapes in the cup with some melancholy, and some sadness that couldn't tell what was right and wrong.

Bamboo silk buckle porcelain is a handicraft that appeared in the Qing Dynasty. In fact, many of the beautiful works that we see today that are convincing to the ancients' exquisite and unimaginable handiwork were formed in the Ming and Qing dynasties, when the private capital was abundant.

It is said that a 10000 workbench takes a thousand working days, and behind the extreme sophistication is extreme extravagance. is so indulged in enjoyment, playthings are demoralized, even if the national strength is strong, there is no reason to perish?

Shu Hui tasted the pale red wine that rolled between his lips and tongue in a similar way, and bursts of sourness and sweetness cut his taste back and forth. In addition, there was a faint mellow fragrance and Xin Liebing, which gradually filled his nasal cavity upwards and slowly spread downward to his chest and abdomen, making Shu Hui feel that the pores all over his body seemed to have opened, and bursts of warm currents were stirring in the vasculature.

Immediately, a slight dizziness suddenly rose, and it was silently eliminated by the healing aura that he had not opened all the time. Shu Hui couldn't help but open his mouth slightly, and a fresh and mellow aroma of wine accompanied by a slightly satisfied sigh was slowly exhaled by him.

"Good wine!" Although it is not possible to compare the alcohol content of the grape wine with the perceptual memory of this young body, according to Shu Hui's estimate of the sugar content of the grape wine, if the raw material of this semi-dry red wine can be compared with the Cabernet Sauvignon of later generations, the alcohol content should be more than 12 degrees.

Wine is good, but don't be greedy. Shu Hui pushed the wine pot made from grapes to the red fish opposite him, and went to get the long-awaited Jiannan Burning Spring.

At this time, a white-clothed little Langjun with eyebrows and red lips and pink cheeks and snow neck, about eighteen or nineteen years old, handsome and almost feminine, hugged the guqin and walked upstairs. Because it was inconvenient to hold the qin with both hands, he only bowed to Shu Hui and the others, then retreated to a table and sat down cross-legged, and arranged the seven-string guqin by himself.

Compared with the rise of the Qin Dynasty and the folk of the Qin Dynasty, the number of strings continued to increase in later generations, and the thirteen strings in the Tang and Song dynasties and even developed to the twenty-one strings in Shuhui's later generations; From the beginning of its creation, the guqin was an elegant instrument between princes and nobles, and the shape has not changed much.

The reason for this is that the guzheng can be said to be developed and evolved from the guqin, and it is destined to be the fate of innovation and development at the beginning of its creation, rather than the guqin as a ritual instrument that needs to follow the tradition and classics.

Dr. Jiu has already retired, and Shu Hui can't ask why she wants to listen to the song, why only a pseudo-mother came. Perhaps, is he ready to play and sing to himself?

I want to listen to the female voice version by name.,Although the courtesan has already gotten off work.,But you can't fool me with a pseudo-girl in Shifanglou, right? Shu Hui thought so, but she didn't think it was wrong. Then he thought of something again, and suddenly realized a little self-righteously-

No wonder! Did I not make it clear just now, so that Shifanglou thought that he was the second song "Baitou Yin" to listen to the female version, so "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" found this handsome little guy with good looks to come over and perform?

"The man is so handsome, I don't know what kind of woman the courtesan who will come out to sing "Baitou Yin" will be."

Shu Hui only poured half a cup of Jiannan Burning Spring, leaned to the end of his nose and sniffed it gently, but he didn't see much wine.

This is also normal, in order to achieve a uniform taste and aroma, experienced sommeliers will re-flavor the wine obtained from different fermenters. Therefore, the final flavor of the finished wine is mostly due to them.

Carefully preparing to taste it, Shu Hui didn't know that this kind of roasted spring had been distilled several times, and it shouldn't be too light to bring a roasted word.

As soon as the rim of the cup touched his lips, a melodious and timeless plucked string sound snatched away all his thoughts. At this time, everyone on the third floor stopped silent, and listened to the simple and atmospheric sound of the piano like an empty mountain bell.

If it were any other instrument, a single sound would not have had such an effect. However, the right hand of the guqin plucks the strings once, and the left hand can add a portamento while the strings are still vibrating.

And because the left finger force is a little stronger, the aftersound will be greatly attenuated, which is too subtle and difficult to control, so even if you hold the same simple sheet music, everyone can play more exciting and beautiful music.

With the left hand of the pianist constantly kneeling, leading, pushing, clawing, pinching and other pressing notes mixed with glissandos, such as chanting, squandering, squeezing, note, and collision, the right hand hooking and plucking and other techniques arouse the sound of only seven strings to be enhanced into a wonderful rhythm that is ever-changing, but ever-changing.

Shu Hui saw the pianist's elegant, calm but powerful slender fingers on the strings manipulating seven bundles of tight silk slightly yellowed by soaking in fish gelatin and beeswax, and the trickling sound waves were sometimes like a breeze, and sometimes like a storm in the pine sea.

The pianist's lips are lightly opened, the sandalwood mouth is slightly open, and there is a clear and graceful singing voice into the murmuring piano sound, the words are like beads falling on the jade plate, and the sentences are compared to the valley yellow warbler, only teaching people to take it for it, and the gas is poured for it.

To be sung "May words be worthy of virtue, hand in hand." I shall not fly away, and I shall be destroyed. At that time, the sound of the piano was slightly suppressed, but there seemed to be a dark tide surging, and thunder was brewing. Everyone was absorbed for a while, like a dream.

The elder seemed to remember the simple beauty of his youth, when his feelings first sprouted, and his expression carried some complicated meanings of melancholy or regret or satisfaction aftertaste.

The young man is like the two people at the other table upstairs, and they are infected by the longing in the song, and they can't help but unfold their expectations and losses for the person they like and sweet love.

"Ah Zi, when I submit the scroll to the envoy and get praise, I will ask my father to come to the door to propose marriage......"

"Sister Zhu'er, why don't you understand my sincerity...... For you, I even dare to eat stones, but can't I compare to that oily and noodle Duan Yu? ”

The red fish drank two glasses of grape wine, his cheeks flushed red, and his eyes were misty and he didn't know where his thoughts were flying; Ao Guang was sitting in a precarious position, and seemed to be a little cramped by the behavior of the people around him at this time, but he didn't know what to do, he wanted to eat food but was afraid of annoying everyone because he didn't understand the customs, and he wanted to drink wine and still be in Shu Hui's hands.

Shu Hui was also fascinated by it, and his melancholy and depressed singing voice and warm and bold lyrics seemed to bring him back to his student days, which was a youthful age that could never be forgotten, and she who could never be forgotten!

She, she...... She?

Shu Hui was taken aback, "You can never forget what you said?" Didn't I forget about it? ”

"The phoenix returns to its hometown and travels all over the world to seek its phoenix." Qingli's voice sounded again, sweeping away the previous entanglement, and the feelings between the tune and the song seemed to be no longer able to be suppressed, becoming wild and bold, blazing and scorching, as if they were about to melt the other party whole.

Shu Hui, who had just broken free from the artistic conception created by the sound of the qin, was captured again. This time, he didn't think about anything else, just let go of his mind, and immersed himself wholeheartedly in the illusion that the rhyme and words resonated in his mind.

Since the word endowment has changed from each cross to fourteen characters, the second half of the sentence is full of passionate and passionate true feelings. The explicit confession and bold longing make people's hearts sway, and the soul is not reluctant, and all the feelings are pinned on the hands of the pianist and singer.

Music is magical! Like magic, it goes straight to people's hearts. It adds fuel to the fire of their sensibility, breaks free from the shackles of reason, and conveys to others the distorted and irreducible emotions caused by stereotypes in words and language.

Shu Hui had to sigh, if this song was really composed by Sima Xiangru, how many phoenix birds would be able to escape the pursuit of this phoenix bird who is so good at singing?

"The wings are flying high, and I don't feel the sadness of my thoughts." After singing the song, the aftermath seems to still be around the beam, lingering in the ear and refusing to leave. Everyone in the attic was in a trance, lost their voices for a while, and couldn't remember how to speak.

"It's terrible, this is the real fake voice boss, plus this beautiful flower, if you change to women's clothes...... No, no, I can't think about it anymore. I am straight, not bent. I'm straight, not bent......"

Seeing that Xiao Langjun finished singing, he seemed a little tired, Shu Hui hurriedly shouted: "Come on, hand tea to the big guy." That delicate panting and sweaty appearance made Shu Hui feel that his straight man's cancer was about to attack, and he wanted to hack him to death and then go back to copy the Heart Sutra.

But he didn't do that, after all, although others looked a little girly, they didn't dress up out of line. Singing with a female voice is also at Shu Hui's request, and Shu Hui is only to blame for not understanding the situation.

And it's so nice to sing!

"I am straight, I am straight, I am straight, I am straight......"

At this time, Shu Hui realized that the wine in his cup was empty without knowing when. He smacked his lips, as if he hadn't drunk it by accident, because there was no taste in his mouth.

I looked at the table top and the mat on the floor, and there were no water stains. Shu Hui refilled the glass with an uncertain expression, but forgot to pour less.

A cup into his throat, Shu Hui listened to those experts talk about the dense and slender head of the Tao, clear and thick and moist, and didn't feel it at all, but just felt-

"Why isn't this as high as the grape wine?" I can't believe that a full glass is indeed not as high as the grape wine! It's just that the color of this wine is extremely clear, and the light jasper color shines in the slightly rippling glass.

Dr. Jiu was not around, and it was Dr. Mingcha who called up to deliver the tea. At the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, the literati and the pawns of the peddlers were not good at tea, and the tea did not have so many tricks, and even the menu was not served. It is estimated that any one of the people in this shop can also act as a tea doctor when serving tea.

Shu Hui also reacted to this problem, it seems a little insincere to invite someone to drink tea? So he instructed Dr. Tea to ask the shopkeeper to serve another pot of sake, and by the way, Dr. Wine could come over to solve his doubts.

Although the degree of this wine may be less than half of the grape wine in Shu Hui's comparison, he was not ready to drink more, so he gave the wine jug to Ao Guang.

At this time, everyone also began to drink and eat again, and the two white-clothed young men sitting opposite each other upstairs raised their glasses to greet the violinist. If you want to come to the local talent to come to this third floor to drink, you should have been familiar with this handsome young gentleman.

"Alas, it's not a blessing that this man is too handsome. Such people are generally courtesans here, and needless to say, there are women who like it, and I am afraid that in the eyes of many people who like men, he is the real sweetheart. ”

Shu Hui vaguely remembered that he had seen somewhere that the crown prince Li Chengqian would make Li Shimin unhappy in the future because of a good girl he called "satisfactory". Li Shimin killed his male pet, and the father and son also turned against each other.

"Isn't this kid just satisfied? I don't know how old Li Chengqian is now, so I went back to find someone to ask. "There are so many people in this place that this kind of question is not suitable to ask.

I saw that the two people in the same building greeted each other to the pianist who was also dressed in white, and the pianist drank two sips of tea given to him by Shu Hui, and did not say words of thanks, but moved his fingers and played again.

This time the performance was "Baitou Yin", which is said to have been composed by Zhuo Wenjun, a talented woman in the Western Han Dynasty, expressing the woman's resolute and fierce feelings for broken love.

The white-clothed pianist sings slowly, with subtle and delicate tones and complex and multi-dimensional emotions. A little bit of sorrow is dissolved in stubbornness and strength, and the words and tone of the music imply a woman's short snort like a hundred gees.

Dr. Jiu came up, saw everyone immersed in Qufu, and waited on the side with interest. Shu Hui didn't have the heart to deal with it at this time.

When the last feather string fell, the piano wood still vibrated to itself, and the pianist got up and walked to Shu Hui's table, clasped his fists and said: "Zhuo Mengling, the people's daughter, I have seen all the officials. I hope that the hospitality of this building can also satisfy several officials. ”

Several people were a little stunned, and the wine doctor next to Shu Hui leaned into his ear and whispered: "This is the young proprietor of this building, I heard that the distinguished guests want to listen to music, and the courtesan hired in the building has not returned, so he personally went upstairs to play the piano." The implication is to ask if you are moved?

Everyone has heard of it before, the Shifangtang porcelain kiln opposite the Shifang Building, which is now known to people without special words, is the same owner as the Shifang Building.

As a young proprietor of such a huge industry, although it cannot be said that it can be compared with officials, it always has its own means to be able to stand. At this time, he took the initiative to show his goodwill, which made everyone feel that the hospitality they received was extraordinarily thoughtful.

But Shu Hui's focus is not on this, but on the fact that he actually calls himself a "folk girl?!" ”

He whispered to Dr. Jiu: "You young owners, are you men or women?" "It's paradoxical. If a woman dresses up as a man, why do she call herself a "folk girl?" Shouldn't we pretend that everyone else is blind?

Dr. Jiu looked at Shu Hui in surprise, this little master can't be blind, is it so obvious whether it is a man or a woman, you still need to ask me?

"Of course the young owner is a woman! Didn't she already say that? ”

Yuan Tiangang saw that Shu Hui didn't answer, so he talked with Zhuo Mengling a few times, expressing his satisfaction with the service here, especially praising her way of music.

After Shu Hui finished talking to Dr. Jiu, he finally figured out that he had made a huge mistake from the beginning.

"It turns out that women wear men's clothes at this time, not to pretend to be men, but just to find it convenient to wear."

The idea of a woman dressing up as a man is simply a preconceived assumption of him. Zhuo Mengling wears men's clothes, just for the convenience of movement, and it is not easy to show her legs when sitting cross-legged in front of people.

In fact, this is true for most of the time. The root of women wearing men's clothing and men's clothing wearing women's clothing is that men's clothing and women's clothing are relatively independent and monotonous in terms of function and style. Which style is men's clothing and which is women's clothing is just a human rule on paper, but fairness and practicality are in the hearts of the people.

The Tang Dynasty is arrogant, not that there are large groups of transvestites, but that women will not be immersed in pig cages because of wearing pants like later generations.

"But Zhuo Mengling also has her own faults." Shu Hui refused to admit that it was all her own assumptions, "such as her xion...... Uh, was I really stupid just now? ”

This is obviously a woman! Shu Hui carefully recalled why he was able to turn a blind eye to such a scale just now, and on the other hand, he had a relationship with Zhuo Mengling. He was worried about burning a toilet in the kiln.

"Zhuo Niangzi, the two songs just now are really wonderful and amazing. I heard that Zhuo Wenjun of the Western Han Dynasty is also from Linqiong, and now the Zhuo family is not small in Linqiong, I don't know if the two have some origins? ”

Shu Hui can ask no matter if there is a polite question, this Zhuo Mengling is estimated to have been asked no less than a hundred times, and it is not worse than him this time.

And now he has figured out the question just now, Zhuo Mengling was holding the piano when she came up, and when she started playing, she attracted attention to her voice and hands, and he didn't dare to look at her coquettishness because he was too straight...... I was thinking about things all the time, so I didn't think too much about other people's feelings.

But in fact, this is the first time someone has asked Zhuo Mengling like this. She froze, as if wondering why the little boy called her that. "Shouldn't you call me sister? Even if he has a noble status, then it's okay not to call it......"

But she still replied: "This is a matter of the ancestors of the clan, and it is inconvenient for the little girl to talk about it, so she can only say that there is indeed a relationship." ”

Then she took her leave and stopped disturbing the few people eating. Shu Hui looked at her back and touched her chin thoughtfully, how should I say about this toilet matter?

With an idea, he leaned forward and asked, "Red Fish, do you know how to play the piano?" "Shu Hui has never seen Hongyu Fuqin, but no one at home has sent the qin, and he will not think of buying it.

Hongyu nodded: "It's a little bit young master, but it's far worse than that Zhuo girl just now." ”

Just right! Shu Hui was pleasantly surprised, and he would find a reason to invite someone over later, and said that he was asking for music for the red fish. This is a double win, the red fish can play the piano comfortably in her own ears, and she does look a little bored.

What's more, the main purpose of this move is to have a good relationship with the owner of Qiongyao. Find a reason to start a relationship, isn't the relationship just like that?

Shu Hui knew that his face was still very good in Qiongzhou.