"Xu Zhong, are you crazy? How can you let a woman enter the kiln, what a bad luck, stop her quickly! ”

"I see who dares to touch my mother!"

"You guys are okay and let me in, I'm almost dead, I just want to see my son one last time, please......"

"Who is your son?"

"Ah Qian, my Ah Qian."

"Is there such a person in the Hutian kiln?"

"Absolutely! My brother's name is Xu Zhiliu, the word is Qiangong, and he is the small owner of Hutian kiln! ”

"Who?"

"Xu Zhiliu!"

"Isn't Xu Zhiliu dead?!"

"What do you say?! Who do you say died? ”

In the chaos of people, someone finally figured out the situation, no wonder Xu Zhiliu refused to show up to see his critically ill mother, no wonder Xu Zhong, the head of the family, would ignore the ancestral training of the woman who was not allowed to enter the kiln factory in vain, and let the servants let the mother and son in, but the potters who were waiting for the kiln to open were easy to bully?

Since learning that Xu Zhiliu was "martyred in the kiln" by fire, the billet farmers and kiln farmers who burned porcelain in the Hutian kiln could no longer sit still, and the news flew out with wings, not a pillar of incense, Jingdezhen and the outside were shaken, and the Hutian kiln was blocked, and there was no stop for a day and a night.

At noon, under the strict purges of the Fuliang officers and soldiers, the good deeds had to leave one by one, leaving a few masters in the inner hall to discuss the follow-up, headed by Xia Ying, An 19 and Fuliang Zhixian, accompanied by the principals of the three kilns and nine associations, and the chief stewards of Xu Zhong and Hutian kilns drafted the charter.

According to Xu Zhong's meaning, of course, it was an immediate ceasefire, and all losses were borne by the Hutian kiln. Although he and Xu Zhiliu are not as good as father and son, they have the friendship of uncle and nephew, and they have been together for ten years. Hutian kiln has today's grand occasion, even if he is unwilling and unwilling, Xu Zhong must also admit that Xu Zhiliu has no merit.

Only the inside is not only burned in the Hutian kiln and some folk kilns, the porcelain of the billet households, but also the porcelain of the imperial kiln factory, which is burned well, and it is very likely to be used as the imperial porcelain to celebrate the New Year's Day. The ball was kicked in front of An Shijiu and Fuliang Zhixian, and no one refused to take it, and Xia Ying was difficult to decide for a while.

Reasoning, it should be burned for a day and a night, and the kiln should not be opened until the right time, after all, a ceasefire at this time will not save anything.

On the matter, a generation of business talents, talents, how can they let the white bones turn into ashes and let others trample under their feet?

Xia Ying thought about it, and it was always difficult to have both, and just when he decided to cease fire immediately, An Nineteen stood up lazily. He stroked the jade wrench finger in his hand, and said with a smile in his handsome eyebrows: "There is still more than half an hour left and right, why risk the world's condemnation for a dead man?" Lord Xia, if this matter is reported back to Beijing, how do you plan to explain it to the emperor? ”

"Of course, it's based on the facts." Xia Ying was dignified, and said with a stiff face, "The emperor is benevolent, and I think I can understand the heart of the lower officials who cherish and pity talents." ”

"Oh, then I'm going to ask, Lord Xia's so-called talented Xu Zhiliu, can he be famous?"

Xia Ying was stunned.

Xia Ying was not the only one who was stunned. No one thought that An Shijiu, who was still calling Xu Zhiliu a brother not long ago, would say such a thing.

"Neither has a reputation, nor has he made much contribution to the porcelain industry in Jingdezhen, and he is not even a worker in the Imperial Kiln Factory, that is, a small citizen who is going to die if he loses the game, is it really worth opening the kiln in advance and losing thousands of dollars to fish out the bones that may not have existed for a long time? If he really turns to ashes, the emperor will probably respect him and still have a bit of ingenuity, right? ”

He said this clearly, if he was recruited into the imperial kiln factory to work for the emperor, he could talk about hard work without merit, but he was a mediocre small people, Jingdezhen is a lot of such small people, although the three words "Xu Zhiliu" are well-known, but he did not leave a word and committed suicide, not only can not correct his name, but also lost the demeanor of a craftsman, even inferior to a small people! If this matter is really considered, even if there is no ceasefire, Xia Ying may suffer a melon with poor supervision, let alone challenge the imperial power to save such a small people.

Is it worth it for such a small people, a small people who are not worth mentioning, like sunspots, who can have no name or surname when they die, and who can be insulted and trampled on casually?

Of course it's worth it! Xu Zhong shouted in his heart, Zhiliu, I understood too late! In the past, you always told me to stay away from An Nineteen, but I didn't listen, I was 108,000 miles away from the Son of Heaven, and the eunuch was the heaven of Jingdezhen! I am in awe of him, afraid of his power, after the Anan incident, I even rejoiced that he took care of you for me, and even thanked him for letting you stay, but it is only today that I have discovered how ruthless and unrighteous An Nineteen is! What a terrible man he was! You have done so many things for him, and now that you are dead, he even has to whip your dignity, your personality, your dedication to the Jiangxi porcelain industry, Zhiliu, I regret it, I regret it!

I never thought that in the end, Xia Ying, who was the opposite of Hutian Kiln, would dare to stand up and say a fair word, in this huge world, who else is willing to risk killing to justify your name? Without! How can I remain silent! Zhiliu, today I will turn into a spear, even if I give up this old life, I will earn a clean slate for you!

Just as Xu Zhong trembled and put his hand on the back of the chair and was about to get up, a person rushed in. The young man stumbled in with his long hem of his coat, stumbling and getting up, shouting as he went, "He's worth it!" ”

He deserves it, and there is no one more worthy of him. The young man rushed to the inner hall and grabbed Xu Zhong's hand regardless of it, "Quick, come with me, let them cease fire." ”

Fuliang Zhixian saw An Shijiu's face was pale, and he immediately reprimanded: "Presumptuous! He immediately beckoned two officials and stepped forward to restrain this little man who came out of nowhere.

Liang Peiqiu was clamped down by one left and one right, and knelt down. He struggled to break free, took an object from his arms and held it high: "Cease fire immediately, or I, I, I will smash it." ”

Everyone looked at it, isn't this the blue and white bowl of spring warbler and summer cicada that has been decided to be presented to the emperor as longevity porcelain? Didn't you turn it over to the Imperial Kiln Factory and put it away? Where did he get it back?

Liang Peiqiu ignored the other party's questioning, and only said repeatedly: "Ceasefire, cease fire immediately, I want to see him...... I want to see him! Give me a ceasefire! ”

Where else can I see him? Isn't it crazy to lose your mind? An Jiu sneered, one or two of them made him feel dazzling! He continued to play with the jade wrench casually, but his voice was chilling: "They all say that you are incompatible, are the rumors deceiving me, or ...... Someone lied to me? ”

He remembered that the young man who was neither humble nor arrogant on a rainy night, had fought against him, and had also looked forward to him, but he was too sharp, and in the end he was a double-sided blade, using a sad and hurtful body, and he had to always be on guard against when he turned the muzzle of the gun.

Fortunately, he died, and it was a hundred.

It's better to burn it a little longer, so that there is not even ash left.

An Shijiu was happy when he thought about it, but Liang Peiqiu stared at him without saying a word, and that gaze made him displeased. He didn't like to be threatened, so he asked, "If you don't stop firing, do you really dare to smash the porcelain?" ”

His voice sank, and he had been immersed in the majesty of the court for many years, which was a natural momentum of a superior, as if he had frightened Liang Peiqiu. Seeing this, the left and right officials stepped forward to grab the blue and white bowl while they were unprepared, but Liang Peiqiu had already prepared, and his movements flashed to the side faster, heading straight to the beams.

Guessing what he was going to do, everyone was shocked, but it was too late. I saw the young man holding the blue and white bowl in both hands, hitting the beam with his head straight and then sliding to the ground. As soon as he lifted his chin, his forehead was stained with blood, and his eyes were cracked.

He was wearing a thin crescent white robe, and his face was completely pale, and his face was set against the bright red blood, revealing a tragic majesty, which made people tremble.

He made his will clear with death!

He is not afraid of death!

"Liang Peiqiu, do you know what you're doing? Do you bear the consequences? ”

Liang Peiqiu was stunned and muttered: "People like him, why are you?" "Have you ever seen him patrol the kiln every night? Have you ever seen him running around on a snowy day to help people buy official posts? Have you ever seen him keep his promise to bury Kuroko and express his grievances for the potter? Have you ever seen the light around him when he was forced to give up his career because of his livelihood? Such a diligent and gentle man was forced to death by you! Liang Peiqiu didn't know what to think of, and suddenly raised his head, a bloody smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

An 19 unconsciously took a step back, and seemed to see the eyes of the rainy night, which made his heart beat and he was angry with it. He almost lost his mind, stepped forward and looked into those eyes, about to tear apart the hypocrisy, mockery, and disdain hidden in them, and asked in a deep voice: "He is disdainful of you, is it worth it for you to give so much?" ”

Liang Peiqiu bowed his head slightly.

An 19 thought that he was showing weakness, so he wanted to laugh out loud, but when he saw that tragic and majestic feelings turned into sadness, he slowly confided in the young man's lips with shyness: "I originally turned my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch." How could Mingyue be wrong? It must be that I don't know it, and he can't see it clearly. ”

He was so weak, yet so determined.

He regarded that person as the bright moon, and how bright that person should be.

He did not want to look directly at the filth, lest it stain the moon.

On this day, the repertoire of "Fishing and Killing Home" was restarted in the city.

Liang Peiqiu, this little man single-handedly proved to An Nineteen how worthy Xu Zhiliu was. He forced those powerful people in official uniforms to stop the kiln fire, although it was close to the time to open the kiln, nothing could be recovered, although the cave was full of red fire, and the ground was full of ashes that could not distinguish between firewood ashes and white bones, but he was still very moved.

He was the first person to meet Brother Liu. He swept up all the ashes with his own hands, filled his chest with his clothes, and then solemnly handed them over to Anan. He opened the last sagger of Brother Liu's life, and saw the brilliant blue and white bowl, only a large gray-black unknown crack appeared on it, and the powerful regarded it as an ominous thing still had to be broken.

Eventually, he traded one leg for the blue and white bowl with dark lines. It was the last blue and white bowl made by Xu Zhiliu in his life, and it was the best product transformed by his body and soul.

Sincere and forgetful, in the sun and moon;

The fierce air does not disperse, and it grows into a thunderstorm.

Brother Liu, I have never forgotten what kind of person you are. He was lying in a pool of blood, still laughing.

Everyone in the world sighed, it turned out that the little god who was not visible was the Liangshan hero who captured the fishing tyrant angrily! But who knows that Xiao Liang's life will never be complete so far.

His astray path has only just begun......