When I was very young, my family was still a famous producer of white porcelain in Jiangnan.

At that time, white porcelain was not as good as the celadon fired by the nearby potters, and a set of unique techniques had been formed. At the moment, it was just a bold attempt by my father, but I didn't want to be taken back to the palace by my father-in-law in the palace, and later I was obsessed with the mother in the palace.

At that time, my father and mother burned the kiln day and night, and after eight or nine days of hard work to fill the courtyard with all kinds of porcelain, a team of horse-drawn carriages with golden signs would come, and the porcelain would be carefully loaded onto the cart, and then a basket of silver would be thrown off and gone.

Later, when the neighbors saw that my family had made a windfall, all of them who were used to being white-eyed in the past came close to me and smiled with smiles on their faces.

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