Autumn goes to winter in the blink of an eye.

The days of the Tian family were as good as ever.

If there is any difference, it is that Tian Bing and Liao Shu finally became relatives, and the husband and wife are in love.

Tian's father graciously invited Mr. Liao to move in with him, so that the two of them could chat, drink tea, play chess, and have a companion for each other—and it was also convenient for him to have a taste or two while Mr. Liao was drinking.

However, Mr. Liao saw through Tian's father's inner self and sternly refused: "Do you think I will make it convenient for you to steal wine and drink?" Dream on! Don't come! ”

Father Tian was very angry: "You old old-fashioned! Do you feel ashamed to live in your son-in-law's house? I see that you read too many books, and the more you read, the more stupid you become! Stealing alcohol to drink? Who is impatient to drink your wine? I've drunk wine all my life, and I've drunk all the blood wine, will it be rare for you to break the wine? ”

Mr. Liao said: "Yes, mine is broken wine, so I don't come." ”

The two parted happily.

Tian's father scolded Tian Bing viciously: "Hurry up and give birth to a grandson for me, I see that this old old man is not cheeky and rubs against our house every day!" ”

Tian Bing couldn't hear it, he only knew that his father was mad again, he listened happily, and when he saw Tian's father shut up, he said: "If you're not happy, just yell at me, anyway, I can't hear it, and I won't be angry, just finish yelling, we'll be happy." ”

It was an open-minded and gentle word, but Tian's father couldn't say how uncomfortable he heard it, his good child, he encountered that kind of misfortune, couldn't hear the voice, and ruined his good future.

Liao Shu was originally embarrassed to speak with a red face, but when she saw the tears in Tian's father's eyes, she knew that he was sad again, so she hurriedly said: "Oh, it's so good, I thought I couldn't marry Ah Bing." ”

Father Tian immediately turned his sadness into joy: "Yes, it's good." ”

"I'm back!" Tian Youwei, who was wearing men's clothes, brought in a cold wind, she was not cold, her face was flushed, but several people around the brazier in the room shivered together.

Tian Bing shouted: "Close the door, close the door, the stinky girl deliberately didn't close the door, right?" It's blowing in the north, it's cold. ”

Tian Youwei said: "It's snowing!" I deliberately didn't close the door so that you could go and see the snow. ”

"It's snowing?" Everyone stood up and walked out, it was the first snow of the year, and it came so unexpectedly.

Xie Shi chattered: "The weather is getting colder and colder, and I don't know if Ah Jing has a charcoal fire to keep warm, and whether his clothes are enough to wear......

Father Tian was afraid that Tian Youwei would be sad when she heard it, so he interrupted Xie's words angrily: "You are so much younger than me, why is your memory not as good as mine?" Didn't you just send the cotton robe to the county king's mansion a few days ago? Chatter, chatter, rambling! ”

Xie Shi hurriedly looked at Tian Youwei and said, "Yes, yes, yes." ”

Tian Youwei took Qiu Bao to stand under the eaves and stretched out her hand to catch the snowflakes, and said with a smile: "Mother, don't worry, it's all right!" ”

Shao Jing is still confined in the palace, and occasionally he can ask Xiao Yang to bring some clothes in and bring a few words to each other.

Yin Shan would bring Shao Jing's message over, usually very simple to report safety, and the rest did not say much.

But at times like these, there is no better news for each other than peace.

In the middle of the night, the snow became heavier and heavier, and the sound of falling on the window paper "rustled", and the window gradually turned white.

Tian Youwei couldn't sleep, so she simply got dressed and got up and wrapped in a thick wool cloak and went out.

After she returned to normal from her life, she returned to the official kiln of Xiu Nei Si as Bai Qingyuan, the nephew of Master Bai, to continue her porcelain work.

When Xiao Yang dealt with this matter for her, she announced to the public that something had happened at home and she went home to serve the old man.

So Tian Youwei came back, and many people asked her: "Is Ling Tang's health better?" ”

Tian Youwei sighed sadly: "It's gone." ”

Her mother is indeed gone, which is not a lie.

When everyone heard this, they usually comforted her sympathetically, but Cheng Baoliang was very silent, and did not ask where she had gone, nor did he ask what the situation at home was.

When he saw her that morning, he was a little surprised, and then said lightly: "Back?" ”

"I'm back," she said. ”

He said, "Since you are back, you will still follow the previous rules." Seeing that it is the winter solstice, the suburban festival is about to be held, and we still have a batch of sacrificial vessels to rush out, so hurry up to familiarize ourselves with the situation and start construction immediately. ”

Tian Youwei didn't say a word, and immediately went out to find someone to familiarize herself with the situation.

Cheng Baoliang looked at her back, breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled slightly.

It's finally back! It means that the burden on his body is also much lighter.

Tian Youwei is familiar with Xuanhe Bogutu, fluent in painting, glaze ratio and heat, and she is very familiar with the entire porcelain-making process.

She had been his assistant before, and although he thought she was capable and fine, he didn't think it was very important, after all, the craftsmen in the entire kiln were the best in the country, and he didn't realize her importance until she suddenly stopped appearing.

In terms of a certain technology, the craftsmen are indeed the most top-notch, and no one is as good as Tian Youwei when it comes to the control of the entire process of making ritual vessels, details and accuracy.

In the days when she was away, Cheng Baoliang was really tortured.

So, this time, after Tian Youwei returned to the official kiln of Xiu Neisi, she found that her task was heavier.

Cheng Baoliang used to ask about the details of porcelain production and production, but now he basically doesn't ask, but all the process matters are handed over to her.

The strange thing is that no one in the kiln has any objections, and they listen to her.

But Tian Youwei is not the kind of person who thinks about herself, and her favorite is to brainstorm - not a number of good opinions can be good together, someone must be able to mix them together, and then twist them into a rope is a good thing, otherwise it will become a bad thing.

Thankfully, she has enough talent and patience in this area, and although she is busy, she is also at ease.

The ritual was successfully handed in, the triennial southern suburbs festival was successfully completed, Cheng Baoliang was rewarded, and she didn't get anything.

Cheng Baoliang was very sorry, and deliberately distributed the gold and silver he got to her, and said: "I recommended you to the superiors, and officially appointed you as my deputy, and you have no grade, but at least you can mention the treatment and correct your name."

But there was no reply from above, I heard that the problem was with the king of Pu'an, you are familiar with him, why don't you visit another day and ask? ”

She just smiled.

The deputy director of the official kiln of the Xiu Nei Division, no longer has a grade, and she is always a small official, and she is a woman.

How could a cautious person like Little Sheep give her this position?

Tian Youwei thought about these things and looked up at the sky.

Countless snowflakes swirled and floated down like catkins, and fell on her face leisurely, leaving a few traces of coldness, and then turning into water.

Tian Youwei quietly opened the gate and walked slowly along the snow-filled street.

In the dead of night, the snow was falling, the streets were empty, the snow was still thin, and the calfskin boots were a shallow footprint.

She walked briskly towards the Imperial City.