Sima Hui's departure was scheduled for five days later. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Before leaving, Sima Hui did not forget to show the masters of the academy a flowing water purple clay pot and the craft of making tea, which immediately aroused a wave of praise. Within a few days, celebrities and celebrities throughout Yingchuan County were looking for where to buy a purple clay pot.

The He family took advantage of the situation to contract a shop in Yingchuan Academy and hung up the signboard of "Zisha Ju", specializing in authentic Zisha teapots.

Of course, with the current technology, it is very difficult for other businesses to imitate firing. The firing craftsmen were originally making pottery, but under the guidance of He Xian, it took more than a year of exploration to gradually get on the right track. However, the number of products produced in the first kiln is only four, and the production rate is less than four percent, that is, only these four can be fired in 100, and the cost is amazing. Naturally, the price is also very high.

The first batch of goods, ten handfuls! One hundred and one handful, no two prices!

What is the concept of 100 times?

According to the price level at that time, the living expenses of a well-off family in the Han Dynasty were less than 10 yuan a year. 100 is equivalent to the living expenses of a well-off family for 10 years. And in the eyes of wealthy families, this is nothing more than the value of a teapot.

Some of the Han Dynasty were rich and noble families, and He Xian's target was not these well-off families and ordinary people. His goal was to get as much money as possible from the homes where the warehouses were full of grain and money.

Positioning is luxury.

In addition to being expensive, there is no stock yet, and you need to make a reservation!

When will I get the goods? I'm sorry, but it depends on when it can be successfully fired.

If you are lucky, you can get it in the first month, but if you are unlucky, you may have to wait for a year. After the ten handfuls were burned, the second batch of goods began to be ordered.

After the dragon kiln in Yingchuan County successfully fired the first batch of purple clay pots, it was forcibly dismantled and rebuilt to Wancheng, He's hometown. This is Mrs. He's idea, otherwise how to say that ginger is still old and spicy, he realized the huge market potential of the purple clay pot at the first time. It was built in the hometown of Wancheng, naturally in order to facilitate confidentiality measures. All the craftsmen involved in the firing have signed a master-servant contract, which is voluntary by the craftsmen. In ancient times, craftsmanship has never been passed down, not to mention that this is a completely new craft. The craftsman in charge of these craftsmen is Wangcai's father, Ah Fu. Wangcai replaced his father to become the new housekeeper of Hefu, while Ah Fu was secretly transferred back to Wancheng and became the first treasurer of Hefu's purple sand business.

As soon as the news of the reservation quota for the first batch of ten purple sand teapots was announced, it was immediately preemptively booked by the top families in Yingchuan County through various channels. Xun's, Yingyin's Xun's, Xuxian Chen's, Changshe's Zhong's, Yangzhai Sima's, Yangzhai's Guo's......

It is said that the county keeper laughed and shouted for pleasure all day in the house.

Naturally, making tea slowly replaced boiled tea and became the most popular fashion culture in Yingchuan County. And Yingchuan celebrities have always been the object of imitation by other local scholars in the Han Dynasty. Like a virus, the tea-making culture spreads radially to areas outside Yeongcheon County. Yingchuan celebrities once again held the bull's ear of the national celebrities, and became the representative of advanced culture and the trendsetter of the times.

In the third year of Guanghe, 180 A.D., September 21, auspicious, suitable for a long journey.

"Childe, don't you stay at all?" Xiao Qiang looked at the pottery altar in He Xian's hand with a regretful expression. This is the harvest of Xiaoqiang and the maids in the house in an autumn, and the last jar of honey osmanthus brewed.

"Hmm!" Osmanthus can be picked and brewed again next year, but friends don't know when they will see each other again.

Thinking that he didn't know when he would be able to see Xiaocui again, Xiaoqiang's heart also began to feel sad, and this sadness was intertwined with the sadness of losing the honey osmanthus, which made him experience unprecedented sadness.

Ah Chou is leaving, he is walking with Sima Fuzi, saying that he is going home. Go home? It turned out that Ah Chou came to Yingchuan this time to visit friends with her father, accompanied by her cousin Huang Jie. Now that the outing is over, it's natural to go home. And Sima Fuzi's expedition, the inviter is Ah Chou's father, Jingzhou celebrity Huang Yancheng.

Father is Huang Yancheng? Then she is-Huang Yueying? The wife of Zhuge Kongming, the first demon of the Three Kingdoms, and the mother of Zhuge Zhan.

He Xian was naturally shocked. Unexpectedly, the first famous woman of the Three Kingdoms was Huang Yueying when she was a child? According to legend, Huang Yueying is ugly, but she is smart and shrewd, and she is proficient in the art of organs. "Don't be Kong Ming's choice of women, just get an ugly girl." is talking about Huang Yueying. But now it seems that it is probably because Huang Yueying's Western ancestry is too strange in the eyes of traditional Chinese, the most obvious, such as yellow hair. Moreover, when Westerners are young, they are indeed not as cute and well-behaved as little girls in the East, and it is inevitable that they will be called ugly girls.

Now that he knows the true identity of Ah Chou, a jar of honey osmanthus, which is obviously a little lighter, He Xian summoned the craftsmen in the house overnight and made a Luban lock according to the memory of his previous life. The six roots are too simple, not quite in line with the evaluation of the little girl's proficiency in the art of the mechanism, and the twelve roots are a little difficult, after all, the little girl is still young, and she has just come into contact with the art of the mechanism, so it is better to leave some leeway. So, He Xian sent a nine-piece Luban lock to Huang Yueying.

Huang Yancheng saw him when he saw him off, and He Xian paid homage. A lean traditional Chinese scholar, about the same age as Sima Hui, in his thirties, dressed in a green robe, and his unfocused eyes showed the depth of the dust. Huang Yancheng did not snub or be overly enthusiastic about He Xian, and all his attention was focused on the hundred family names and thousand-character text that Sima Hui had just handed him. If he came back to his senses and knew that He Xian in front of him was the direct grandson of the authors of the above two books, I don't know if he would beat his chest and sigh a pity.

He Xian's evaluation of Huang Yancheng is that this thing has been reading and reading stupidly, except for reading, asking, visiting friends and doing learning, there is nothing worth nostalgia in his eyes. If Confucius was summoned by a dream, it is estimated that he would respond as soon as possible.

Sima Hui's convoy finally left, following the direction of the sun and heading south.

Huang Jie still arrogantly repeated the original agreement, came to Jingzhou, found him, and fought again. He Xian smiled and raised the middle finger of his left hand again in greeting.

Huang Yueying reluctantly said goodbye to He Xian, waving her hand until the end of the road.

Xiao Qiang looked for Xiao Cui everywhere and wanted to say goodbye, but Xiao Cui seemed to be more interested in the honey osmanthus that Xiao Qiang handed over, and he didn't show his face again when he got into the carriage. Xiaoqiang's ignorant first love seems to have been stifled before it sprouted.

When I was young, my emotions were always so simple and beautiful.

But when He Xian looked at Huang Yueying, he couldn't stop the image of a handsome young man shaking a goose feather fan. He Xian was never a seven-year-old child, and he could no longer experience the emotions of that innocent age.