Reborn as the spoiled male wife of the mortal enemy

The next day, Nanchun woke up at dawn.

"It's still early, sleep a little longer."

Bai Xun reached out and held him in his arms.

Nanchun struggled to sit up.

"Hurry up and get up. We'll go early and come back early."

Bai Xun chuckled and said, "Are you so happy?"

"Of course! I haven't had a proper stroll around the county yet."

Sitting in the carriage, Nanchun looked at the scenery outside the window happily.

"A horse-drawn carriage is much faster than an ox-drawn cart! When I went to sell game with my grandfather, we always borrowed other people's ox-drawn carts. We would leave the village before dawn and arrive at the county at daybreak. After selling our goods, we would have a quick meal and then rush home. We had no time to go shopping at all."

Bai Xun stuffed the peeled orange into his mouth with a smile in his eyes: "You can have a good stroll today. If you can't finish the tour in one day, you can stay in the county town for one night."

Nanchun's eyes lit up and he grinned.

The county seat is surrounded by mountains, and a river called He'an runs through the city, hence the name He'an.

The city walls no longer hold their former grandeur, but their mottled traces still reveal a sense of history and weight. The city's streets are wide, their cobblestone pavements bustling with activity. Horse-drawn carriages, ox-drawn carts, and rickshaws ply the streets, leaving behind a chorus of resonant bells. Shops line the streets, their signs hanging high.

The carriage stopped in front of the Bai Family Porcelain Shop, which consisted of six carved wooden doors with a plaque reading "Bai Family Porcelain" hanging above the lintel.

A young man in his early twenties with a simple and honest look came up to them cheerfully.

"Da Li, where is Manager Qian?" Ah Fu asked.

"Mr. Han's family ordered several sets of tea sets, and Manager Qian delivered them personally." Dali said with a smile.

Bai Xun helped Nanchun get off the carriage.

Dali's smile deepened, and he saluted and said, "Second Young Master, this is..."

"This is our second young lady." Ah Fu said hurriedly.

Dali smiled and saluted, "Second Young Madam!"

"Are all the goods ready to be sent to Yangcheng?" Bai Xun asked.

Dali nodded and said, "They are all in the warehouse. I have already counted them. Someone will come to pick them up tomorrow."

"Okay, take me to see it. Xiaochun, you and Afu go to the back hall to have some tea and take a rest. I'll be back soon." Bai Xun said.

"Okay, go ahead!" Nanchun nodded.

Inside the store, wooden displays and shelves are filled with porcelain of various styles and unique shapes, including blue and white porcelain, white porcelain, and famille rose porcelain.

Nanchun walked closer to take a look. The landscape, flower and bird patterns on the porcelain were depicted vividly and meticulously.

"Afu, you go first. I want to take a look around the store."

"okay."

After Ah Fu left, Nan Chun frowned slightly.

It seems that the things here are not ordinary household porcelain.

His eyes fell on a cracked celadon bowl placed in the center of a glass display case at the innermost part.

Why is this bowl here?

Nanchun's heart trembled and he took a few steps forward.

Not that one, the cracks are a little different.

The one in the window looks good at first glance, but there's always a sense of incongruity.

Is it because the year is closer?

Or is there something wrong with the storage?

Nanchun pressed close to the glass cabinet, wanting to see it more clearly.

"Young Master, do you like this bowl?"

An old man wearing a satin gown, a goatee, glasses and a kind face looked at him with a smile.

Nanchun was so engrossed in watching that she didn't notice him approaching and was startled by him.

"Excuse me."

"I am the one who should apologize." The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Young Master, do you like this bowl?"

Nanchun scratched his head and said, "It looks nice. The luster and cracks are all good. Judging from the quality, it is of high quality. Is this... authentic?"

The old man raised his eyebrows and asked, "Young Master, have you seen the real thing?"

Nanchun said somewhat embarrassedly, "No, I just saw it in a book. It looked like a piece of celadon from the Song Dynasty."

It's not...

He had indeed seen the real thing.

Every time his grandfather came back from searching for tombs, he would bring back some objects from the tomb, including this bowl.

"Achun, these are treasures from the official kilns of the Song Dynasty! They are treasures! There must not be any mistakes." Grandpa looked at those things, his eyes full of worry.

"Look at them carefully, as you did before. Imprint their appearance and feel in your mind."

The glaze of the bowl is crystal clear, the glaze surface is even and bright, and the cracks are staggered.

so gorgeous.

Then one day those things disappeared.

He once asked his grandfather, where did they go?

"They went to where they belong. Ah Chun, you don't want to follow Grandpa's old ways of finding tombs and guarding graves. Grandpa respects your idea. But there are some responsibilities that you must shoulder when you are needed."

He couldn't fully understand what his grandfather said.

I don’t know what responsibilities I should take.

But when the fingertips touch the smooth and lustrous porcelain surface, those objects seem to come alive, making the past thousands of years become extremely vivid.

He only knew that they were incomparable treasures.

"Young master, you are knowledgeable and have a keen eye. This is made in imitation of the flower-mouthed bowls from the official kilns of the Song Dynasty." The old man said with a smile.

"Imitation?" Nanchun was a little surprised.

The level of imitation was not ordinary, it was so high that it could be mistaken for the real thing. If he had never seen the real thing, he might not be able to tell the difference.

"Achun, why didn't you go to the back hall to drink tea?"

Bai Xun didn't see anyone in the back hall, so he came to the store.

"Second Young Master, you are here." The old man hurried forward and saluted.

Bai Xun returned the greeting and said, "Manager Qian."

Shopkeeper Qian looked at Nanchun and suddenly realized what was going on.

He patted his forehead and bowed hurriedly, saying, "My eyesight is getting worse. I didn't expect that the Second Young Madam would come to visit! My apologies!"

Nanchun helped him up and said with a smile, "It's okay."

"Oh, I was wondering which young master had such a unique vision that he fell in love with our store's treasure at first sight." Manager Qian said happily.

"Oh? Which one did Xiaochun like?" Bai Xun asked.

"this."

Bai Xun was also a little surprised. There were many imitations in the store that looked better and older than this one.

The reason this flower-mouthed bowl has become the shop's most treasured possession is because the replica process is extremely complex. It requires multiple glazing and firing processes. It took a thousand attempts to find this one.

"I don't have any particular taste! I just think this bowl is quite unique with its cracks. Are you done? Let's go shopping!"

Nanchun said this as she pulled Baixun out.

Nanchun didn't want anyone to know that he could understand it.

When his grandfather taught him, he even hid it from his mother.

"Why don't you let my mother know?"

"The fewer people who know about it, the safer it is. You are safe, and your mother is safe too. People die for money, and birds die for food. Such a small thing can make people a fortune. How many people do you think will fight and snatch it for it?" Nan Chenglin sighed.

Little Nanchun said with a sad face: "But...I can't protect it either."

Nan Chenglin touched his head and said, "If you can't protect it, just bury it deep underground. One day, someone will be able to protect it and bring it back to light."