In the ordinary small yard of the farmhouse, there are some pigsty and chicken coops, stacked with farm tools and vegetables. And in the open space of this courtyard, there are dense piles of porcelain! It is indeed dense, not an exaggeration at all. There were a number of belly bowls on top of the palace bowls in the courtyard, and there were more gourd bottles next to the pile of olive bottles, and stacks of blue and white high-foot plates were piled up like the dishwashing troughs in the restaurant, crumbling. There are actually two four-spirit pagoda-type lid jars in the corner of the wall. Looking at it under the moonlight, a piece of white flowers is particularly dazzling. This lineup is enough to disgrace the Palace Museums in Taipei and Beijing.

"This ...... This porcelain is fine, right? Zhong Aihua stammered and asked.

"Let's keep looking."

We walked to the adjacent courtyard, and the scene was similar, still full of pits and valleys of porcelain. And the porcelain was gray and covered with a layer of soil. Next to the pile of porcelain, there is a simple shed made of plastic sheeting and wooden poles, in which a few iron pots, iron rods, small hammers, a few files and a large plastic vat containing half a bucket of dried mud rest. The funniest thing is that there are three large blue and white pots of characters—it's too dark to see what they are—placed in the shed, with a wooden board on it, on which are a few pieces of dirty clothes and a few hard steamed buns, which are used as tables and stools.

"What are you doing here?" Zhong Aihua was already dazzled.

"The iron pot is used to burn acid, the iron rod and file paper are used to sharpen the edges, the small hammer is used to create a defective effect, and the plastic bucket is used to apply mud. When a piece of porcelain comes out of the kiln, it must first bite the acid, then grind it, and if necessary, it must deliberately lack a corner to cause a mutilation effect. It's all done, smeared with dirt, and thrown into the grave soil to raise, and you can basically fool most people. Therefore, they have a great demand for tomb soil, and they need to transport it here by truck. ”

Zhong Aihua's mouth opened wide, he couldn't believe it. In his imagination, the counterfeiting workshop was either a laboratory full of advanced scientific instruments, or a deep place where antique and antique properties had been passed down for thousands of years, but he really didn't expect it to be a very ordinary farm compound, using extremely crude tools and techniques.

"That's how the porcelain circulating on the market is fake?"

"Old." I corrected his diction.

"They just blatantly put fakes in the yard to dry? Nobody cares? ”

"People don't call this fake, this is called antique handicrafts." I said, half-sarcastically, "The state doesn't prohibit the burning of porcelain, nor does it prohibit the disposal of porcelain when it is old." ”

"But isn't it illegal to sell it to someone else?"

"You can think of this as a wholesale market for fakes. Those who come here to buy goods are the same as big-eyed thieves, not for their own use, but to buy them back to deceive people. Between the village and them, it is a normal trade of antique handicrafts, as for what people buy back, it has nothing to do with the village. What charges do you have the police charged? ”

"It's despicable!"

Zhong Aihua muttered, took off the camera, and began to shoot. I left him busy, my hands in my trouser pockets, looking at the black, black-tiled roofs of the village, and fell into deep thought.

This piece of people's yard is probably similar to the scene in front of us. Zhong Aihua may be shocked, but I have been mentally prepared for this situation. The counterfeiting industry is not new, and the history of counterfeiting in these villages is at least 100 years, and it is all inherited by families, each with its own specialty. At that time, Zheng Guoqu's Zheng Village was specialized in bronze counterfeiting. This village should be specialized in porcelain counterfeiting, and it is not a single household, but the whole village participates.

I estimated that there were several hundred pieces of porcelain thrown in those two courtyards, and the number of dried porcelain in the other courtyards was staggering. The small kiln of the individual does not have such a large production capacity, so there must be a large workshop of no small scale hidden in this village, with a complete set of production lines for abrasives, billet making, glazing, and kiln firing, and it may not even be a handicraft workshop, but semi-mechanized.

Good guy, this is a big fish. I touched my chin, and my heart was filled with joy.

The scale of production here is so large, it should be one of the important bases of the old court. The larger the scale, the more difficult it is to cover up, and the easier it is to expose flaws. If I want to find out the clues of the old courtiers, it will be easier.

"Zhong Aihua!"

"Teacher Xu, what's the matter?"

"Save some film, let's go find the factory of the counterfeiting workshop."

When Zhong Aihua heard this, he was very excited, and asked how to find it. I stomped my foot hard, and the road under my feet was kicked up in a cloud of dust: "There are road signs here." ”

Zhong Aihua looked down, the road looked a little strange in the moonlight, but he couldn't tell what was strange for a while. I crouched down, dipped my fingers in some saliva, wiped it on the ground, and then brought it to my eyes to take a closer look. The roads here are all loess roads, which turn into mud when it rains, and then become potholes when rolled over by bicycles or tractors. The yellow mud near the rut is mixed with some fine white soil particles, and the two are distinctly colored, a bit like a spoonful of sugar mixed with yellow sauce.

I called Zhong Aihua over and showed him what I had found. I wanted to train him, so I didn't give the answer directly, but asked him. Zhong Aihua turned on the long flash of the flash, held his breath and watched it for a long time, and saw a drop of sweat flashing on the tip of his nose.

"What can you think of as this yellow-and-white dirt feature that is only found near rut marks on the road, and is mostly distributed on the surface?" I asked.

"Hmm...... This should be the powder that was spilled during transport. ”

"Yes, and the yard around here is full of porcelain, so what does this white powder mean?"

Zhong Aihua thought for a long time and exclaimed: "It turns out that in addition to counterfeiting, they also sell drugs?!" ”

“……”

I can't wait to pat him on the head, what is this kid thinking? I patiently explained: "There is a saying in the antiques world, which is called fake and never separates from the truth. The place of counterfeiting is generally not too far from the origin of the genuine product. This is to ensure that the soil quality is similar to the natural environment, and the simulation is realistic to the greatest extent. Since this village makes porcelain, it means that it must be close to a famous ancient kiln, so as to ensure the same quality. The first step in firing porcelain is to grind and clarify the porcelain clay, sieve it into porcelain powder, and then knead it into clay. This part of the process produces a lot of dust, which floats everywhere. Therefore, when the workshop brings the porcelain that needs to be aged here, it is inevitable that there will be porcelain powder spilled along the way. ”

"In other words, we can find their processing location by following this trace?"

"That's right." I followed the path into the depths of the village. The moonlight is bright enough tonight, as long as you observe carefully enough, you can distinguish the traces of porcelain powder splashed along the way, and touch the melons along the vine.

"When we find the location of the workshop, we will leave immediately to avoid danger." I told Zhong Aihua in advance. Although he was stunned, he was not stupid and had no doubts about my decision.

The two of us followed the path indicated by the porcelain powder and walked around the alleys of the village, sometimes even lying on the ground to distinguish the marks. Under the white moonlight, the two people walked in the narrow and deep lanes of the ancient village, and this scene was extremely strange.

The more I searched, the greater the amazement and joy in my heart. In ordinary villages, there are often several families working independently, with their own kilns and their own unique skills. And now all kinds of signs show that this village is centralized production and unified management - this shows that the whole village has been forcibly unified by a certain force, unified purchase and sales, and higher efficiency. There is no doubt that there is no doubt that in addition to the five veins, only the old courteers can do it.

I don't expect to find the old courtiers here, but with such a large property, no matter how careful he is, he will definitely leave traces. Entering the workshop meant that I was one step closer to my goal.

We groped around the village for a long time, and there were several times when we lost the ** traces. It was about two o'clock in the morning when we finally settled on the location of the workshop.

The workshop is located on the extension line of a small river ditch at the east end of the village, and it looks like a wheat field from a distance, only to find that it is a depression when you get closer, the depression is fusiform, the east side gradually tightens and narrows, and the terrain rises until it is level with the ground, which happens to meet the corner of the village. The complex of buildings in the depression has its own pattern. At the far end is a hillside quarry, from which the soil is probably dug for the porcelain, and a square clarifier, which reinforces my belief that this is close to a famous kiln. Adjacent to the quarry are a dozen longhouses with flat roofs, scattered and not far from each other, surrounded by several courtyards filled with blackened machinery and piles. Then there are more than a dozen steamed bread kilns, saying that they are steamed buns, but in fact, the dome and bricks are more like a mound, but there is an extra chimney at the back, which is still gurgling and smoking.

I saw a light in the room next to the kiln, and it was estimated that someone was on duty. Further out, there are several large warehouses and a parking lot, as well as open-air warehouses with various stone glazes, and even a basketball court. The area seems to be integrated into the village, but in fact it is distinctly distinct, with all kinds of functional buildings in order, almost like a small factory.

In the area closest to the village, there is a small two-story building, quite new, with a sign hanging at the door that reads "Shunzhou Ruyao Research Institute". As soon as I saw this sign, it was clear to me.

It turns out that this is Shunzhou, no wonder.

I've always suspected that there is a famous porcelain variety here, but now it seems that the main imitation is actually Ru porcelain!

I heard someone from the Xuanzimen pharmacist say that the state has always had a special policy to support porcelain technology. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, research institutes were established near the ruins of famous kilns in various places, specializing in the reproduction of old porcelain. Ru porcelain ranks among the top of the five major porcelain, and it is extremely valuable to pass it down, known as "even if there is a lot of wealth, it is not as good as a piece of Ru porcelain", so it is a key goal. If I remember correctly, in five or eight years, the first Ru porcelain factory in Ruzhou successfully fired a batch of antique Ru porcelain, and in eighty-three years, it can even burn sky blue glaze, which is comparable to Song porcelain. With the opening up, these technologies have flowed to the private sector and become the technical assistance of fakes.

Shunzhou is next to Ruzhou, the soil quality of the two places is similar, and the porcelain produced here is often deliberately called Ru porcelain. This village should be a certain village under the jurisdiction of Shunzhou, so it will pull out the tiger skin of the Ru Porcelain Research Institute and blatantly falsify it under the banner of official legality.

I don't know how the collectors in the market who hear Ru porcelain's eyes light up when they see this scene will feel.

"Alright, let's leave." I say.

You must know that since the whole village here is involved in the fraud, the vigilance must be very high, and outsiders will not be easily let in. After dawn, the two of us strangers will be discovered by the villagers at once. The people of Henan are fierce, and it involves the interests of survival, so it is a question whether the two of us can leave alive.

The purpose of my visit to Zhengzhou this time has been exceeded. The evidence of the counterfeiting workshop is more solid than that of Xinzheng Tuliang. The bag company can get away with it, but the village and the workshop can't. When I return to the capital, I can come back with the people of the Five Veins and the police at any time, so there is no need to risk it now.

Zhong Aihua raised the camera and looked at it, then put it down, telling me that this place was too far away from the workshop, and the flash was ineffective, so he wanted to get closer to shoot. I was a little worried, for fear of alarming the people on duty. But Zhong Aihua had already touched his waist in the direction of the workshop. I didn't dare to shout at him, so I sighed and followed.

Fortunately, Zhong Aihua was not stupid enough to break through the main entrance, but walked along the side of the small river ditch. The two of us crept forward with bated breath, like old mountain warriors who had gotten into the cat's ear hole. We soon climbed up to a small hill by the river, and below the other side of the hill was a row of steamed bun kilns of various sizes.

This workshop of the old dynasty, although under the banner of the Ru Porcelain Research Institute, undertakes the national counterfeiting business, and all varieties of dynasties are burned, so the specifications of the kiln are different. The temperature of the kiln core of these steamed bread kilns is generally about 1,300 degrees, even if it is separated by a thick kiln wall, the vicinity is very hot, and people can't stay for a long time. If you want to infiltrate the workshop, it is safest to break through from here.

I looked around for a while to make sure there was no one down, and then made a gesture to Zhong Aihua. This hill is not very high, but the terrain is particularly steep. The two of us tugged at the thatch on the slope, rubbed our feet diagonally against the pit, and gently rubbed it down. Zhong Aihua climbed halfway through, and suddenly his feet slipped, and the camera on his neck began to shake violently, and his body swayed. I subconsciously reached out to pull him, and we both lost our balance at the same time and fell to the ground.

In fact, we are not far from the ground, and no one can fall to death at this height. But I accidentally looked down in the middle of the fall, and I couldn't help but shout oh my god! It turns out that this side is close to the steamed bread kiln, with four or five wooden shelves, and a large pile of porcelain is stacked on top of it, which is full of large and small colors. Zhong Aihua and I fell into it, just like two mad cows rushing into the mirror shop, immediately pushing the gold mountain, pouring the jade pillars, scattering the wooden frame, crackling and shattering countless porcelain bowls, porcelain bottles, porcelain jars, porcelain cups, porcelain cups - if these are genuine, I estimate that the amount of loss can liberate Taiwan.

The sound was like firecrackers in the darkness, and the lights in the distant room were immediately lit up, figures flickered, and the sound of dogs barking came. Zhong Aihua and I looked around and found that the terrain was open, and there was no place to hide except to drill into a kiln of more than 1,000 degrees.

I secretly regretted that if I had stopped in the village earlier, I would have taken such a risk. Thousands of instructions, thousands of instructions, still can't restrain their greed. Zhong Aihua's face also turned pale, as a local reporter, he knows how fierce the rural folk customs are. This workshop involves huge interests, and it is not surprising that human lives are involved.

The two of us were silent for ten seconds, Zhong Aihua suddenly shoved the camera into my hand, and then pointed to the other side and said, "Teacher Xu, you take the camera and go to the house to hide." There's no light on over there, so there's no one. ”

Fifty meters away from the mouth of the steamed bun kiln, there is a small fence, two wooden doors are open, and inside is a flat-roofed brick house, and the windows are dark. I shook my head: "This workshop is so big, if you go over there, won't it make people catch turtles in their urns?" Zhong Aihua said: "They don't know that we are two people." You go into the house and hide, and I run out, and they will definitely chase me, and they won't search the house. ”

"Wait, do you mean you're going to be bait?" I almost screamed.

Zhong Aihua glanced over there, and said in an eager tone: "Teacher Xu, I am a local, and I have a press card, they won't embarrass me too much." You can't afford to slip up! ”

"It's absolutely not going to work!"

"I'm a good swimmer, I can walk on the water! If you don't bother again, we'll both be finished! ”

Zhong Aihua yelled, pushed me viciously in that direction, and then turned and ran in the opposite direction, deliberately kicking the porcelain down as he ran, making a crisp sound. I looked at his back, my eyes hot. Now, I could only believe his words, so I took my camera and ran along the shadow of the steamed rice kiln.

I rushed through the wooden gate into the courtyard and found that there was only one entrance and exit, except for one large brick house, which was surrounded on all sides. And this mouth is facing the steamed bread kiln, anyone standing there, a casual glance, can find the movement of the small courtyard. I didn't dare to linger too long, so I felt the doorknob of the house in the dark, twisted my wrist, found that it was not locked, and quickly opened a small crack and dodged in, and quickly closed the door again.

The room was facing the shade, and the moonlight did not shine in. As soon as I closed the door, the room was plunged into darkness again. I couldn't see with my eyes, and I didn't dare to turn on the flash, so I could only straighten my arms, gasp, and slowly touch forward. Suddenly, there was a "dang bang", and I came across a porcelain bowl or a utensil under my feet, and I was so frightened that I immediately stood there and did not dare to move, for fear of being heard by people outside.

Judging from the echo of kicking over the porcelain jar just now, this room has very high beams and occupies a large area, which can even be described as empty. I stood motionless in this vast darkness, my vision completely obscured, but my other senses became unusually sensitive. I simply closed my eyes and let my senses stretch. In my ears, I could hear the faint sound of broken porcelain and shouts outside, and I could hear my own heartbeat slowly returning to normal; My nose could smell the smell of the room; I can even feel the sizzling of my skin**, which is a sense of the flow of air.

Suddenly, my scalp tingled for no apparent reason, and a fluttering female voice sounded behind me: "Who?" ”

My hair stood on end, and I hurriedly turned back, but I couldn't see anything in the darkness. I heard nothing but the footsteps of a woman, the viper crawling through the grass, and the subtle sound of metal colliding, and I held up the camera around my neck and looked around vigilantly. This thing is heavy, and at least it gives me some security. At this time, the female voice sounded again, but this time in a different direction: "Don't be nervous, put things down first." ”

I was relieved, but then I realized that something was wrong. It's pitch black in this room, how can an ordinary human see my movements? Unless she's not...... The thought that she might be floating in the darkness behind me, looking straight down at me, made my cold hairs stand on end again. Although I am a staunch materialist, this situation is really a little creepy.

"I was just passing by, no malice. If you have any grievances, you can tell me, and if you have any wishes, I can help you. I stood in the dark and babbled, holding the camera high, and for a moment I was in a cold sweat behind my back. I confronted the female ghost for a while, and suddenly there was a banging knock on the door outside the house, and there were shouts, which were very clear in the darkness. My heart beat another half beat, and as soon as those people opened the door, I would be immediately discovered, and I would not even have a chance to escape. This is really a house leak that happened to rain overnight, the former wolf and the tiger, what should I do?

I was wandering before I could make a decision, when a female voice suddenly sounded in my ear again: "Listen to the accent, you are not from Chengji Village?" I thought to myself that this place was called Chengji Village, so I nodded hurriedly. The female voice said, "They're here to arrest you?" I nodded busily again. Suddenly, in the darkness, a hand was on my shoulder, fortunately, it was not cold, it was human body temperature: "If you don't want to be caught, take three steps forward." ”

If it's a ghost, how can anyone pay attention to my accent. I breathed a sigh of relief and decided to take the risk of believing her once – the situation couldn't get any worse anyway – and I took three steps forward, and she said, "Four steps to the right, two more to the left, and crouch on the spot." ”

Now, you can only gamble on luck. I did as I was told, walked over there and squatted down, touched both sides with both hands, and touched a few bottles and bowls of different sizes, which felt a little rough to the touch, like unglazed plain blanks. Only then did I realize that she had told me to go this way to avoid the half-finished products that had been laid out on the ground.

The process of porcelain is to first make the porcelain clay into clay stick material, and then make, print, and profit into a specific shape, which is called a plain blank, or a blank tire. The billet tire should be fully dried, and then decorated and glazed, and sent to the kiln for firing. There were so many blanks on the floor in this room, it was supposed to be a processing place for outlining and glazing—but the question was, how did she see it?

When I was crouched, the door creaked open and a faint light came in, sweeping right to where I had been standing. I squinted and saw a woman standing in the doorway, thin and short, with a very arched back, and she looked not young. A few young men in camouflage uniforms came in from outside the door, and their attitudes were very polite: "Sister Su, did you hear the voice just now?" ”

The woman known as Sister Su said lightly: "I heard that I don't know who kicked the porcelain to pieces, and then went over there." She pointed in the direction in which Zhong Aihua had fled.

"We've sent someone to chase after you, are you okay here?"

"No—was it a thief?" Sister Su took a step forward, just blocking the view between them and me.

"Who knows, in the middle of the night, people will not live in peace. Sister Su, lock the door. Pillar, you go and turn on all the lights for me, you must catch that shit. The man cursed and gave a few commands, and then beckoned the others to leave.

The door was closed again, and this time I could hear her footsteps getting closer, stopping very close. The sound of her footsteps was peculiar, slow and fine, a bit like the way of an old lady with bound feet in the old society.

At this time, there were a few "pops" outside the house, and the headlights of the entire workshop were turned on. All of a sudden, it was as bright as day. There was only one window in this room, and through the light that came in, I finally saw Sister Su's face. This is an old lady, with an ordinary face, but there are no furrows on her face, only her complexion is a little abnormally white. Her hair was meticulously combed, wrapped in a square scarf, and she wore a good, long-sleeved shirt, old but neatly washed, and floral sleeves on her hands and arms.

Around Sister Su, I saw porcelain blanks in one place, and there were several shelves next to them, on which were rows of semi-finished products with or without colored checks. At the end of the shelf, there is a chair and a workbench, and on the front of the workbench are placed a dozen tin slots, all of which are filled with various colors of paint, one for each color, arranged in tones, like a colored pencil box. Sure enough, as I had guessed, this was the workshop for the decoration of porcelain blanks.

The old lady didn't go to sleep in the middle of the night, and stayed alone in this dark room, not knowing what she wanted to do.

"Why don't you hand me over?" I couldn't help but ask. Sister Su's behavior is really strange. Just now the two of us were in the dark, and we didn't even see our faces, and after only saying two words, she decided to shield a person who broke into the middle of the night and didn't know the details? Why?

"I remember you just said that you would help me redress my grievances and settle my wishes." Sister Su's tone was particularly flat, there was no rising or falling tone, and she couldn't hear any mood fluctuations, just like a plate of boiled cabbage without salt.

I scratched my head in embarrassment: "I'm scared of the, don't care." Sister Su said: "A gentleman's word, the horse is difficult to chase." Her tone was so flat that I couldn't tell if she was serious or sarcastic, so I had to say, "You're not worried that I'm a bad person?" ”

"Your accent is from Beijing. A Beijinger, who traveled thousands of miles to Chengji Village, must have other plans, and the plans are not small. I don't know if you're a bad person, but as long as you know that you can't get along with Chengji Village, it's enough. ”

I have to admit that the old lady's mind was so clear that she could infer so many things from her accent alone. I carefully examined Sister Su's face, and felt that her demeanor was indifferent and a little strange, but I couldn't say anything awkward.

"Then, what do you need me to help you redress your grievances?" I plucked up the courage to ask. The old lady didn't answer this, and asked, "Tell me first, why did you break into here?" "I thought about it for a while, and hid the matter of the old court, only saying that it was a reporter from Beijing and Zhong Aihua who came to expose the antique counterfeiting workshop. Sister Su said expressionlessly: "This is not the truth, I can hear it." "I don't know where I'm showing my flaws, and I'm a little embarrassed. Sister Su suddenly said: "You and I meet in Pingshui, I don't know the details, I really shouldn't be honest with each other as soon as we meet." Anyway, I should have reported myself first. ”

While speaking, Sister Su slowly walked back to the workbench, sat on the chair, and reached out to pick up a blank from the shelf next to her. It's a small bowl, and it's not glazed yet. Sister Su held the bottom of the bowl with four fingers of her left hand, spun it around first, and picked up a tube of hook pen from the pale red groove with her right hand, dipped it in paint, and began to draw on the bowl. Her technique is extremely proficient, and with a flick of her wrist, in an instant, there are several more cold plums on the small bowl. She placed the bowl on the finished wooden board on her right-hand side, and it took just over a minute before and after.

"How?" Sister Su asked.

"It's rare for broken plums to be able to do it in one go." I was convinced.

What Sister Su hooked just now is called broken plum, which is one of the more difficult to draw in porcelain. Peonies, plantains, lotus, chrysanthemums and other flower ornaments are all thick leaves and wide petals, only plum blossoms are short and thin, not easy to delineate; Moreover, the porcelain pigment is sticky, and the color will stagnate if the pen is slightly hesitant. Therefore, to draw plum ornaments, especially to test the skill of moving the pen in more detail. As the saying goes, the mediocre hand paints the plum, the master points the plum, the difference between one word and the realm is far away. If you want to see a person's sketching skills, let him draw plum blossoms, you will know - the light in this room is very poor, the old lady is over sixty years old, but the pen is not affected at all, it can really be said that he is a master.

When Sister Su heard me say this, she was a little surprised: "Oh, it seems that you also understand porcelain." Speaking of this, she nodded again, as if she had figured it out, "Since you dare to break into the porcelain workshop late at night, you naturally know a little about these." I replied respectfully: "It's just a little superficial knowledge, and it doesn't enter the eyes of the Fang family." ”

"Out of the way? Indeed, what you have done will not be in my eyes. ”

Sister Su slowly turned her face and opened her eyes wide. I froze there suddenly, as if struck by lightning—in the faint light, I saw that the pupils in her eyes were white and completely devoid.

Sister Su turned out to be a blind person who was blind!

No wonder the room was so dark that she didn't even have to turn on the lights, no wonder she could "see" all my movements in the dark. She doesn't see, she hears.

But I couldn't believe that the skillful and sophisticated demarcation technique just now was actually drawn by a blind man.

You know, it's not uncommon for blind people to draw, but it's another thing to decorate porcelain. The three-dimensional tire blank is different from the flat rice paper, the hook pen is also different from the brush, and the nature of the glaze and the ink quality are very different. Overglaze color is a hook method, underglaze color is a hook method, how to match the ornament, how to adjust the proportion and curvature, how to wipe the color, you have to be confident before starting the pen, and you have to adjust it at any time when you hook.

For a blind person to do this, how well does she have to be with hooks and porcelain?

Seeing that I didn't speak for a long time, Sister Su picked up a gall bottle again, spun it in her hand a few times to find the shape of the device, and drew with a pen, and after a while, a picture of a pine crane was presented on the bottle. Painting on the bottle is often painted and erased, but Sister Su's pen movement does not stagnate, extremely smooth, as if everything has been repeated thousands of times, extremely familiar, it is really miraculous.

"I've been at the Shunzhou Ru Porcelain Research Institute for decades, and for so many years, I've only studied porcelain. If you repeat one thing for decades, it's hard to forget it even if you want to - what did the oil seller say? But the hand is familiar. ”

As Sister Su spoke, she suddenly stopped writing and put the bottle abruptly, and the whole person was like an abyss, but there was no self-satisfaction on her face, but a trace of bitterness. And I was so shocked that I couldn't speak, I really didn't expect to meet a great player here.

"The ornamentation of the high-imitation fakes here is all from your handwriting?" I spoke out my doubts. Sister Su said slowly: "All the high-quality imitation orders in Chengji Village will be sent to me." I don't care how to burn and glaze, I have the confidence that I can trace the ornamentation without revealing any flaws - I was working when you broke in. ”

I said how she stayed in the studio in the middle of the night. For a blind man, there is no difference between day and night, and perhaps it is more suitable for her to work at night. Thinking of this, I exhaled lightly and my shoulders drooped. I had a guess before that a counterfeiting workshop would inevitably have a master. Now it seems that the treasure of Chengji Village should be this Sister Su, no wonder those people were so respectful to her just now.

But the doubts in my mind are growing more and more. With her level, looking at the whole country, she is a super-first-class master, and wherever she goes, she will be enshrined as a national treasure, why is she willing to make some fakes in such a small place? Although Sister Su was blind, she could always see through what I was thinking, and she left the workbench and took two steps back and forth.

I heard the subtle metal sound again, looked down, and noticed that Sister Su had an anklet between her two ankles, and the chain was a steel hinge for prisons. Not to mention Sister Su, even a man in the prime of life can't take a step when he wears this thing, he can only move step by step like an old lady with small feet. I was taken aback and quickly sat up from the ground: "Could it be ...... Are you imprisoned here? Why is that? ”

She walked to the window with the chain, pressed her forehead against the glass, and said lightly: "The gentleman is not guilty, but he is guilty." ”

As soon as I heard it, I immediately understood what was going on. In the old days, there was a thing of detaining skilled craftsmen in secret places and imprisoning them for life for their own use. But how many years have been liberated, and there are still people who have the audacity to engage in illegal imprisonment! The thought of this master of craftsmanship being confined in this small dark room, painting alone in the dark against his will, made me feel irrepressible anger welling up in my heart.

"What age is this, and there are still people doing such things! What a crime! How can they do that? ”

Sister Su said: "Did you see those people just now?" Although they respected me very much, they would never allow me to step out of the workshop. They knocked on the door just now, but they actually wanted to make sure I was still here. ”

I fell silent. Whoever guards such a big country will definitely guard against it and will not allow the slightest news to leak out. Sister Su saw that I was silent, and her expression finally showed a trace of bitterness: "So you should understand why I am helping an intruder who doesn't know the details." I didn't have a choice, and this was maybe my only chance. ”

I finally understood that what Sister Su said at the beginning to avenge her grievances and make a wish for her was not a joke, but the only straw that an old man could grasp in despair. My blood boiled and I patted my chest: "Don't worry! I will not sit idly by and help you escape! ”

Sister Su shook her head: "I'm so old that I can't move." I just hope you can send the message out, that's enough. My mind raced, and I thought of a big thing, and hurriedly asked, "Who imprisoned you here?" ”

Sister Su said: "I was originally a decoration expert at the Shunzhou Ru Porcelain Research Institute. When I retired, the head of the institute introduced me to a person who was said to be an old-timer in the antique industry. This old-timer said that he had the heart to revive Ru porcelain and build a large factory, and he eagerly wanted to hire me again, hoping to invite me to guide the work of the younger generations and give full play to his spare energy. I didn't think I was cheating, but he tricked me here, and I never left. ”

"Do you know who he is?"

"I'm blind, I can't see his face, I only know that he calls himself—"

"—Old Chaofeng!" I took her words word by word, and my face was solemn.

Sister Rao is Su has always been calm, and she was obviously stunned for a moment: "You ...... How do you know the name? Before I could answer, she immediately reacted, "You're from Beijing, you are ......."

"Yes, I'm from the Five Pulses." I whispered.

I believe that since Sister Su studies porcelain, she must have an understanding of the five veins. Sure enough, the old lady's hand trembled obviously, and then asked, "Who are you?" "Yaolai is the head of the Qingzi Gate, specializing in porcelain. As soon as Sister Su heard the five pulses, she naturally asked him first.

Unfortunately, Yao Lai has passed away, and I don't want to go into details, so I replied that he was my elder.

"And where are you? Huang Kewu? Liu Yiming? Shen Yunchen? ”

I didn't expect her to be quite familiar with the composition of the five veins, and denied them one by one. Sister Su said curiously: "There are four families in the five veins, which one are you?" ”

"My surname is Xu, and my name is Wish."

"Oh, the Xu family. It turned out that their family was back......"

Sister Su sighed slightly and didn't continue to ask. This is understandable, for a person who has been imprisoned for so long, she is most concerned about the predicament in front of her, rather than inquiring about other gossip that can't be beaten by eight poles. She patted her knee lightly with her hand, and said to herself: "The Xu family is good, anyway, they are all five veins, very good, very good - in this way, the five veins are finally going to deal with the old court?" ”

"That's right! It took us a long time to find Chengji Village, is he here? I spoke urgently.

"If you can find it here, you can be regarded as capable. It's a pity that although this is the property of the old court, he doesn't necessarily come once a year. ”

"Then he always has an agent, someone has to take care of this workshop, right?"

Sister Su didn't answer my question, she dragged her anklets to the door and listened cautiously. At this time, the headlights were turned off one after another, and I don't know whether they had caught anyone or had given up, and the whole room was back into a deep darkness. Sister Su made sure that there was no one nearby, so she turned around and lowered her voice and said, "If you were just an ordinary thief, I would have planned to give you a few pieces of real porcelain in exchange for a chance to call the police." If you are a person in the five veins, and you are here for the old court, then it is a different matter-let me ask you, what are you going to do with the old court? ”

"Bring him to justice and bring him to ruin." I replied without hesitation, almost squeezing hatred out of my teeth.

Sister Su said: "The old court is extremely cunning, if you want to track it down from Chengji Village, it will be extremely difficult." Seeing that I let out a sigh of disappointment, she raised her hand and slowed down her speech, with a hint of revenge on her face, "But I happen to know some secret things about the old courtiers here. This event rotted in my stomach, just fragments of decay; In your hands, you may be able to turn it into a sharp weapon and ignite his death hole. ”