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Another candle lamp filled the room with the fragrance of tea.

Feng Ling put the steaming scented tea beside Su Ying's hand, and removed the plate of cakes that had been eaten.Then, like every night, she sat across the table with Su Ying, and started to sew again with the lamp on.Tired of threading a piece of thread, she raised her head and rubbed her eyes, and saw Su Ying opposite, the corners of her mouth twitched uncontrollably.

"Miss, can I ask you a personal question?"

"En." Su Qing leaned against the lamp, her right hand fisted to support her cheek, and her left hand held a few pieces of drawing paper.She stared at the drawing paper, smiling all the time.Long hair hangs down on the table softly.White hair and white skin, flickered by a candle... A beauty holds a painting, and a beauty is like a painting.

"Do you want to draw a whole book of Cai Xiaowen's growth paintings?"

Su Ying put down the few sheets of drawing paper she had been flipping through, and smiled at Feng Ling: "You don't understand how cute Junior Sister Cai Xiaowen is."

Feng Ling put down the thread cloth in her hand, leaned over the table, and picked up a painting: "If I remember correctly, it should be the New Year's Eve of the year before last. Cai Xiaowen came to our house to pay New Year's greetings, and volunteered to light firecrackers. Frightened myself to cry by the sound of firecrackers."

In the painting, Cai Xiaowen is still a young girl, dressed in a festive red padded jacket, squatting next to the exploded firecrackers and crying loudly.

"Haha." Su Ying couldn't help laughing, and took the drawing paper: "She is most afraid of loud noises. Since then, she has never been near firecrackers." Feng Ling picked up another one: "This one. It is her first year. Participate in Tao Jian. This strange bowl... I still remember it very well." Feng Ling was literate, and she didn't speak and behave like a maid. "I still remember her awkward little temper when she smashed the bowl at the end. Haha."

In this picture, Cai Xiaowen looks similar to what he looks like now, holding a pottery bowl, smiling so hard that his eyes are narrowed into slits.The body of the pottery bowl can be seen to be a buffalo drinking with its head down, and the horns of the buffalo break through the side of the bowl and protrude straight out, forming two small ears.

Su Ying took the painting, looked carefully at the pottery bowl in the painting, shook her head and said, "It's because you don't accept this novel shape. Cai Xiaowen has always suffered from it. Her skill in sculpting pottery is very high. It is taller than me. And the shape is different and quite flavorful. It’s a pity that no one appreciates it..." She gathered all Cai Xiaowen's paintings together, and the top one was the fishing picture that was painted just today.She stared at the yawning Cai Xiaowen in the painting for a long time, and then looked up at Feng Ling, who was still working hard, with a serious expression.

"Wind chimes?"

"how?"

"You said... I care about Cai Xiaowen so much, isn't it... not appropriate?"

"Inappropriate?" Feng Ling looked at Su Ying with a little surprise, seeing that her serious face did not look like she was joking, she was even more surprised: "What do you want to say?"

Su Qing pursed her lips, clasped her hands together, and squeezed her fingers for a long while: "Uh... how should I put it... um... that's..." Fengling simply put down what she was doing, and waited intently for Su Fang to say over.

Su Ying looked even more embarrassed under the gaze, and her cheeks were slightly red: "It's just... I feel very excited when I see her... If something unexpected happens to her, I want to draw her!"

"...You are just waiting for her to make a fool of yourself and then gloating..."

"No!" Su Ying shook her head again and again, blushing even more: "I can't tell..."

Feng Ling grabbed the fabric scissors and continued with the unfinished work, while smiling, "It's suitable. It's very suitable."

"Really?! It's suitable!" Su Ying clenched her fists and pounded on the table, her face showing relief.

"Hmm...she's your cute little junior sister..." Feng Ling secretly raised the corner of her mouth, revealing a meaningful smile.

"That's right! That's right!" Su Ying cheerfully let go of her doubts, and was in the mood to take care of Feng Ling's business: "You are sewing my socks."

"It's a good idea, this is for glutinous rice balls."

"Why are they glutinous rice balls again...how come I think so beautifully every time..."

"Didn't you give her shoes last time? When she took off her shoes, she saw that her socks were torn again..."

Before he finished speaking, the door was pushed open, and Mrs. Su broke in again wrapped in a gust of cold wind.She grabbed Feng Ling's arm, tugged and walked out: "One person is missing when hitting a horse, saving the scene is like putting out a fire!"

As soon as she reached the door by the wind chime, Mrs. Su remembered something, stopped in her tracks, and asked Su Ying, "Are you free on the day of the winter solstice?"

Su Ying nodded: "It's free. Officials and businessmen will come in a few days, and it won't be delayed until the winter solstice. Not to mention our own shop. There are old masters watching in shifts at the big kiln, so I don't have to go."

"That's good. Your brother Ziyin will invite us and Cai's family to have dinner. It's best if you have time." She turned to Fengling again and said, "Ziyin also said that this winter solstice family banquet will be hosted by him and Su Qing. Three little mosquitoes will make it, and you and the Cai family's little glutinous rice balls can be eaten ready-made."

"Mother, her name is Cai Xiaowen." Su Ying came over and corrected Mrs. Su seriously again.

Fengling was very happy, and got carried away for a while: "Really! That's great, the little mosquito's cooking is better than mine."

"Her name is Cai Xiaowen."

"That's right, the tamales that Little Mosquito made last time, I still remember... It's not like our Su Yang, who only knows how to eat."

"Mother, her name is Cai Xiaowen..."

Feng Ling suddenly reached out and patted Su Huang's shoulder, looked at her and smiled, "You called her a little mosquito yourself. Are you only allowed to call her alone?" With that said, she withdrew her hand, and raised her index finger to lightly touch her lips. Swipe up.

Su Ying trembled slightly as if being pricked by a needle, and her eyes were instantly hurt by the invisible needle.She walked back to the table silently, put the stack of paintings back into the wooden box, and buried it deep in the innermost part of the bookcase...

Although this night, Su Yang thought he didn't sleep well.But the bet with Cai Xiaowen is still there.There are not many days until the winter solstice. If you want to make a good purple clay pot, you must start immediately.

Su Ying doesn't have a pottery kiln at home.The pottery sold in the Sujia pottery shop is fired in batches in large kilns, and Su glazes are generally not involved.The high-quality pottery and samples of new pottery provided to officials and merchants are fired by Su Glaze himself in a small kiln.No matter the big kiln or the small kiln, they are all in the suburbs.Su Ying couldn't make a finished product at home.But there are some important steps that can be practiced at home.Such as shaping.

The clods of purple sand mud are still air-dried and loose.Su Glaze is going to use ordinary clay to practice making molds first.This saves time and reduces waste when using purple sand mud to make pots.Su Ying walked into the most remote and humble hut in the yard with a candle lamp.This is her workshop.Apart from a long wooden table and a mahogany chair with a backrest, there is no other furniture in the workshop.All that was left were three large, long wooden frames against the wall.Each wooden frame is a five-layer partition, filled with all kinds of pottery in different shapes and colors.Some are finished products, some are only half-finished, and some have been covered with a thick layer of dust because they have been left alone for too long.Every piece of pottery in every piece of pottery here comes from the hands of Su Glaze.When Su Ying walked in here, it was as if she had stepped into her own world, feeling indescribably at ease.

The house has no windows, so Su Ying locks the door and isolates herself from the outside world.Famous pottery makers have more or less their own craft secrets.The difference in the potter's skills is that half is firing and the other half is working.So no third person is allowed to enter this workshop except Mrs. Su and Su Yang.

Su Ying put the candle lamp on the desk, took off her heavy winter coat and spread it on the back of the mahogany chair.Then he opened the huge wooden box next to the table.Here are her treasures...dozens of pottery tools.

Rolling up her sleeves, she took out the tools that might be needed one by one, and spread out half of the table.Nowadays, most potters use very simple pottery tools, and often use one or two tools to assist in shaping.For example, her master, the pottery master far away in Yixing, can use a bamboo knife to make very exquisite pottery pots.Su Ying has this ability, but wants to keep improving.

Turntable, wooden pulley.A set for beating mud pieces, a mahogany short-beater, a bronze gauge wheel for measuring distance, an ox horn piece for grinding the edge, and a round-nosed wooden needle for carving...these are either wood, or bamboo, or iron, or copper, or ox horn, or The leather tools were painstakingly honed by Mrs. Su and Su Ying over the years.It is not shown.

Just as Su Ying was about to fetch the mud, the sound of wind chimes came from outside the house. "Miss! We have a guest!"

"When I'm in the workshop, I don't see any customers, you know!"

"But... someone from the county government said that officials and merchants have arrived. Please go immediately."

"The officials and merchants are here? They should arrive only tomorrow or the day after tomorrow..." Su Qing had no choice but to pack up her tools, put out the candles, change clothes and go out.After being explained by the county government official who came to pick her up, she knew that the official businessman this time was not the old Zhou Yuanwai who had been dealing with all the time, but his son, Young Master Zhou.Mr. Zhou was very young, and it was the first time he left the capital for a long trip. He wanted to finish the errands assigned by his father, so he hurried to Yufeng and arrived ahead of schedule.

Su Ying understood and didn't care too much.It is also inevitable to change officials and businessmen.Although he was already acquainted with Zhou Yuanwai, both sides of the official government's errands were handled without any mistakes.But this time the official businessman who changed is his son, and he is also a family.Should be good.

Su Qing thought so, and walked into the hall in the posthouse dedicated to officials, businessmen and travellers.She saw a man wearing a dark green brocade robe, standing with his hands behind his back, looking at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall with his back to the door, and knew that it was Mr. Zhou.So she bowed her head, bowed her hands and saluted, "Young Master Zhou, all blessings."

When Young Master Zhou heard this pleasant woman's voice, he turned around quickly.Looking carefully at the girl in front of him, he was taken aback, his heart skipped a beat, as if his heart had been shot by an arrow.He didn't dare to take a closer look at the girl's facial features, but he only had a glimpse just now and knew that she was very beautiful. She was wearing a yellow robe and green belt, and her sleeves were fluttering.He knew that the person who came was the young head of the pottery-making Su family, named Su Ying.But he didn't expect this young potter to be such a beautiful woman.He originally only wanted to stay in Yufeng for one day, because the main purpose of his trip was the porcelain at the next stop, and the pottery was just purchased by the way.But now, he immediately decided in his heart that he would live in this famous pottery city for a few days.

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