When it is four points today, the Daliang Dynasty is comfortable on one side, which is better than the Daxing Dynasty that can't even defend the country.

Wenping County is a relatively northerly part of the territory of the Daliang Dynasty, because one of the branches of the famous Lushui crosses Wenping County, so it is divided into two parts: east and west.

Jiangdong because it is close to a certain big lake, so there are many fishermen; Jiangxi is close to the mountains, there are many tea trees on the mountain, so Wenping County is a tea town, and the teapot of Wenping County is called the best in the world, I heard that the small teapot that the saint holds in his hand today is offered by Wenping County.

There are many villages in Wenping County, and there are only three or four small cities like Zhuwu City, and the firewood that the people pick up nearby on weekdays is sold to those big families in Zhuwu City.

That night, He Xiaonian wrapped himself in a quilt after drinking the medicine and sweated fiercely, although he woke up the next day, although he was still a little uncomfortable, and his body was also a little slimy, but this wind and cold were also good.

Hurry up and grab the carving knife and go to carve the teapot.

As for why you carved the teapot, it's probably because of your childhood memories.

The four of them sat in the small courtyard and learned to make teapots......

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The pot is like its people.

This is a sentence that the deceased old man Yang often said before his death.

A pot, you can see the shadow of the pot maker from the body of the pot, and the aura of the pot can also convey the aura of the pot maker, so when making a pot, the last thing you can do is to be half-hearted, and only the teapot made with full concentration can be called the name of the teapot.

Old man Yang taught the three of them to make a vermilion pot.

The ruddy and beautiful beauty of this kind of pot is not pampered by teapot players, and its delicate and delicate is a famous lady in the palm of the tea family, which can only be played lightly.

It can also be said by Old Man Yang, that is, if you hold it in your mouth, you are afraid of melting, and if you hold it in your hand, you are afraid of breaking.

The willows are green, and the scenery is pleasant.

Old man Yang's master and apprentice sat in Tao Chun's small courtyard, the master taught seriously, and the apprentice listened carefully.

Old man Yang looked at the three little guys in front of him, and his hands were constantly moving: "The vermilion clay pot adopts the method of hand-pulling, the mud is extended from the bottom to the top and turned inside and out, and the fingers and arms cooperate, and the techniques of pinching, pressing, pressing and squeezing are used to promote the twisting of the body.

Therefore, the hand-drawn molding is flexible and changeable, and the change of shape can be completed in an instant, compared with the general purple clay pot, it has higher requirements for basic skills. ”

Old man Yang paused for a moment, and then looked at the three people with blazing eyes: "Are you afraid of hardship?"

He Xiaonian and the three of them said in unison: "Don't be afraid." ”

Old man Yang nodded with satisfaction, and then motioned for the three of them to start trying to practice. ”

The first time and mud, the first time fabricated......

As the master Li said: no matter how noisy the world is, the heart of a craftsman must be quiet and stable.

That afternoon, the three little ones learned the craft of making teapots for the first time, and for the first time understood what a craftsman is.

They may not be craftsmen, but they are definitely craftsmen.

Old man Yang also said that we rely on our hands to remember......

Tao Chun, who aspires to be the first thief in the world, calls himself "Tao Chun's hand".

Wu Xi'an, who is expected to become the third secular disciple of Liuwen Palace, was commented by the world: "The world is safe with this Wu Xi?"

He Xiaonian, he wanted to go to Fengzhou County, participate in the mountain talks, and make friends from all walks of life.

At that time, these three little guys who learned to make pots had all grown up, and the old man Yang had already returned, but he didn't know where, because his home was not in Zhuwu City.

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Outside the city, there is a slanted sheep intestine path, next to a few poplar trees, sparrows chirping on the trees, and people in the trees are scattered.

Or go southeast to Lanzhou, or go northwest into the city.

There were two horses walking slowly along the path, and immediately two men sat down.

On the horse on the left sat a man, dressed in tattered gray and a little sloppy, wearing a shabby hat, pressing his eyes so tightly that he couldn't see his face clearly.

And because I can't see my face clearly, I don't know my face, but I just have a tattered scabbard hanging from my waist, and then look at the whole body dress and wide body, I probably don't look like a very beautiful person.

In comparison, it is estimated that the knife in the sheath is not a good knife, and only a small section of the tip of the knife that emerges from the half of the scabbard is a little cold, but not very awe-inspiring.

On the right is followed by a middle-aged man, with a pair of black and thick eyebrows, the black coat on his body is not very bright, with a sword hanging from his waist, and three orbs on each side of the scabbard, which is very good-looking.

Black tendon horse under the crotch, the god horse is abnormal, a horse's mane is long to the back, black shining eyes, the horse is a good horse, and the sword is a good sword.

people, but not necessarily a good person.

Two people and two horses approached the small city of Zhuwu, and a soldier stepped forward, and the two looked at each other, and after the soldier checked it, they entered the city.

The cold wind blows through Zhuwu City, the leaves are rattling, and there is a rusty iron sword hanging on the copper gate, which is said to suppress evil things.

I don't know if there is any evil under the Tongguan platform, and I don't know what the sword is used for, people only know that the iron sword that has rusted can't be touched.

I remember that a few years ago, there was a child who was ignorant and wanted to climb up and get the sword down, but he fainted and fell to the ground, and when he woke up, he was already delirious, and then he was cured by an immortal who deliberately concealed his identity.

From this, it can be seen that this sword is not an ordinary iron sword.

But what kind of sword is it, who is the owner of the sword, why is it hanging here?

Specifically, it is impossible to investigate.

The sky was high and crisp, a gust of cold wind blew up the maple leaves that fell on the maple tree next to him, swirled and fell, and the housekeeper Qu, who came back from going out, shivered, walked into the He Mansion, held the door with both hands, looked around, and then tightened his clothes, and then closed the door.

"Who!" the doorkeeper Zhang San pulled out the knife in his hand, staring straight behind the maple tree, and even the other doorman was so frightened that he also pulled out the knife.

After a while, a black-haired dog came out from behind the tree, holding a freshly caught sparrow in its mouth.

"Hey, why are you so nervous? The guy who was guarding the door with him next to him put away his knife and joked about the nervous friend.

But Zhang San was still full of suspicion.

He is different from him, a veteran who has been in the rivers and lakes for many years and an ordinary person can perceive things are of course different, in the moment just now, Zhang San felt a strong killing intent in the southwest, but it disappeared quietly in an instant.

When I looked at it again, there was nothing, and it was surprisingly quiet all around. Zhang San shook his head, thinking that he was probably too nervous.

At this time, two people led the horse to talk and laugh, and glanced casually at the moment when they passed by Hefu, and then the corners of their mouths hooked slightly......

In He Mansion, He Xiaonian was working hard to carve a teapot in the house, but the beggar girl woke up.

After being reported, Liang Qianqiu took a step ahead of He Xiaonian and came to the bedside of the beggar girl.

The beggar girl's face was pale, and after a day of conditioning, her body was still a little weak.

"Girl, what's your name, why did you pass out on the street, and why did you end up like this?"

Not long after the beggar girl woke up, she still had some pain in her head, not to mention, and she was still adapting to the new environment, so Liang Qianqiu asked questions like a cannonball, which made her a little unable to react.

"Miss, where is this?" the beggar girl asked without answering.

"This is He Fu, I rescued you back. He Xiaonian, who had recovered his body, approached in a brocade suit and spoke with full of anger.

"Oh, Xia Er thanked Gongzi He and Miss He. As he spoke, he was about to get up, but was stopped by Liang Qianqiu.

"If you are not in good health, don't salute, and besides, my surname is Liang Qianqiu, in the future, you will follow this girl, okay?" Liang Qianqiu sat on the edge of the bed and held Xia Er's hand, and said domineering words softly.

Xia Er was still a little slow to react, but she still hurriedly said: "Okay, Sister Liang, Xia Er was also a homeless person, Xia Er will follow you in the future, Sister Liang doesn't want Xia Er." ”

Liang Qianqiu smiled and said: "How come, Xia'er, you just lie down, I'll pack my luggage in a while, and we'll leave for Long An in a few days, and when the time comes, I'll teach you martial arts." ”

As soon as she heard that she was learning martial arts, Xia Er suddenly sat up.

"Miss, shall we go now?"

Liang Qianqiu and He Xiaonian were stunned at the same time, and then Liang Qianqiu nodded with a smile, and went back to the house to pack their luggage.

When He Xiaonian saw it, he ran back to the room in a hurry, walked to Liang Qianqiu's room with the teapot that had not yet been carved, and quietly waited for Liang Qianqiu to open the door.

After a while, the door opened.

The two stood opposite each other, but they were silent.

It was He Xiaonian who opened up the conversation: "This-this is a gift I am going to give you, you take it to Long An, remember not to forget me." ”

Liang Qianqiu took the teapot and felt that his face was a little hot, so he had to lower his head and say, "Well, surnamed He, don't forget me." ”

He Xiaonian said softly: "Hmm." ”

"Let's go to Xia'er, Dad is not at home now, you can help me when he comes back. Liang Qianqiu said with the somewhat rough wooden teapot.

He Xiaonian nodded, and then followed Liang Qianqiu back to Xia Er's room, only to find that Xia Er had already packed up her clothes, although her face was still a little pale, but it was much better than yesterday, and it was estimated that as long as she didn't eat the last meal like before.

"Miss, shall we leave now?" said Xia Er with some excitement.

Liang Qianqiu nodded, and suddenly asked, "Xia'er, do you have a name?"

Xia Er was stunned for a moment, and then lowered her head.

Liang Qianqiu understood, and continued: "Then I'll get you one, okay?"

When Xia Er heard this, she knelt down and kowtowed: "Xia Er's life was given by Miss and Gongzi, and now Miss wants to give her name again, so how can Xia Er repay her?"

Liang Qianqiu hurriedly stepped forward to help Xia Er and explained: "No, although it was He Xiaonian who saved you, but presumably even if there was no him, there would be other people who would have helped, as for this name, my name was still taken by He Xiaonian, and I didn't thank him much, so Xia Er, you don't have to have such a big burden." ”

Xia Er's eyes turned red for no reason: "Miss, Xia Er has been poor since she was a child, and she has been begging for food for a living on weekdays, so she doesn't dare to expect any kind person to help her, let alone give her a name?"

He Xiaonian saw that both of them were about to cry, so he couldn't help but step forward and said: "Two, it's not too early this day, you have to rush to Lanzhou before dark to find a place to rest, what do you have to say on the road." ”

Liang Qianqiu then remembered what was going on, so he took Xia Er's hand and said, "Xia Er, from now on, you will be called Xia Liang and Yi Liang, how about it?"

Xia Er smiled when she heard this: "Okay." ”