On the first day of the Lunar New Year, God opened his eyes, and the gloomy sky finally cleared up. The long-lost morning sun burst out red, and a golden light shrouded the earth, bringing a hint of warmth to Chengdu during the Spring Festival.

At around nine o'clock in the morning, outside Qingyang Palace was already crowded with people and noisy. In the direction of the pier and the Xicheng Gate, there were still countless people who were rushing to come with family and joy. Looking up, carriages and sedan chairs that stretched for miles in several directions slowly moved in the crowd, all gathering towards Qingyang Palace. Horses neighed, called, laughter, and noisy sounds came one after another, like a bustling city.

All the places outside the Qingyang Palace hall were occupied by crowds. The trendy dioramas, local small stages, and various juggling teams were crowded with people, with spectators, and hawkers carrying snacks and sugar cakes, shuttled and went back and forth. The sound of gongs, drums, cymbals, and hawking sounds had already overwhelmed the rituals and music in the Qingyang Palace. Although it was crowded and chaotic, it was filled with the festive atmosphere of the whole world.

The tea shed at the entrance of the outer mountain gate of Qingyang Palace was filled with people, all of whom could not enter the ancient Taoist temple. They accompanied the madam Lu, the madam Yi and other groups of girls to come to burn incense, and also walked sideways.

Unlike all those who are anxious or chatting and laughing, Xiao Teapot sat on a small bamboo stool, leaning against the pillars of the tea shed, and was sleepy. Seeing Mama Lu and Sister Yi, a group of girls Min Yatou were still chattering and talking in anger. The little Teapot simply hung its head and closed its eyes. After a while, it fell asleep in the hustle and bustle of the downtown city.

I originally wanted to sleep in a small teapot that was full of energy, but was forced to get up from the bed by Sister Yi, who was lying down. Although I was very reluctant to join in the fun, he couldn't bear to refuse what my sister was asking for, so he finally followed him. Along the way, he carried a heavy basket full of incense and candles, which was purely the life of a servant servant, so he didn't have the interest in traveling at all. He wanted to have a good sleep when he got the opportunity.

Three gorgeous double sedan chairs finally squeezed out a road. When they walked outside the tea shed, they could not walk any longer. The crowded worshippers in front of them had no choice but to give way. The three sedan chairs had to stagger out of the crowd and stopped in the forest behind the tea shed.

A gentleman in his fifties, wearing a black satin robe, took the lead in getting out of the sedan chair. Looking at the crowded abortion, he was very helpless and had to instruct his servants to help his family down and go to the tea shed to find a place to drink tea and wait.

As soon as the old gentry appeared, the sharp-eyed mother Lu had already seen it, and quickly came forward to say good fortune, his mouth full of beautiful compliments and good wishes for no money, his old face covered with powder, and his smile was as if it was rotten flowers.

The old gentry was quite graceful. He did not have any scruples or displeasure because of his mother Lu's identity as a brothel madam, so he gave a big greeting, turned his body and helped the wife and two granddaughters beside him, and looked up, as if he wanted to find a place.

Mama Lu, who has been a brothel madam for more than ten years, has such a good eye. She immediately ordered the little girls who came to give up the table and respectfully invited the old gentry's family to sit down.

The old gentleman nodded with satisfaction, and without even saying "thank you", he led his family to sit down casually. The servant and maid who followed him immediately brought the fragrant tea and various exquisite desserts prepared.

The unexpected meeting between the two groups had nothing to do with the dozing teapot. The conversation could not affect the little teapot's dream at all. Not long after, the little teapot in confusion suddenly felt a tingling pain in his arm, which almost made him sit on the ground, causing laughter around him.

The annoyed little teapot opened his sleepy eyes and saw that it was Sister Yi pinching him. He could only swallow the swear words he was about to scold. He obediently followed Sister Yi and saluted to the old gentleman.

"Master Zhang, this is my incompetent brother. You have seen him before...Master, you are a respected and well-known scholar. You are well-educated and well-educated, and you are all over the world. So today I want to ask you to marry my younger brother. After the New Year, I have to report his household registration, otherwise it will be difficult for you to take a step in the future."

Sister Yi lowered her head and sincerely asked. After saying that, she bent over and gave a big gift. Seeing this, her mother Lu also echoed, praising Mr. Zhang's erudition and generosity.

Mr. Zhang was stinking his feet and was in a good mood for a while. He stroked the long beards of the dark and shiny five willows, raised his head and looked at the small teapot with a frown face, and couldn't help laughing even happier: "Little teapot, what's wrong? Are you unhappy to see me?"

"Where are, I am afraid of affecting Mr. Zhang's elegant mood. I wish you good health and happiness for your family!"

The little teapot quickly bowed, thinking to myself when will I know you? But no matter how much I think about it, the minimum etiquette is still necessary, and it is a festive day like the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Mr. Zhang clenched his beard and laughed. A group of people next to him laughed, thinking that the little teapot was very literary like a scholar and a juren, and it was purely different from the four, but this auspicious word sounded quite comfortable.

After Mr. Zhang finished laughing, he looked at the little teapot and nodded frequently:

"I haven't seen each other for more than two months, but you have grown a lot. You are taller than before. You look much stronger and have a good look! Since Mother Lu and your sister plead for you, I am the old friend of your shopkeeper Deng in Liufangzhai. You have served me a lot in Liufangzhai in the past two years. Today I will express my compassion and give you a big number... By the way, I remember you are an orphan, and do you still remember what your ancestor's surname is?"

When Xiao Teapot saw Sister Yi about to speak, he quickly stepped forward and answered first: "Reply to Mr. Zhang's words, I'll be Xiao from the ancestors' surname, who has the name Cao."

Sister Yi looked at the little teapot in surprise: "Why have I never heard you say that your ancestor's surname is Xiao?"

"Hehe... this, it seems that you haven't asked me, I almost forgot about it."

The little teapot lowered his head apologetically and felt extremely complicated. Yes, his former name was Xiao Yiming, but to this point he fell to this point, he was just a trick of God, and he had to keep his surname no matter what.

This was the first time that everyone around me who heard that Xiao Teapot's surname was Xiao, and they couldn't help but chatter and talk and make fun of it.

Sister Yi looked confused and repeatedly recalled whether she had asked Xiaochahu's surname. She seemed to have asked in her memory, but she didn't seem to ask, and she couldn't remember it for a while.

Mr. Zhang didn't think there was any problem. He coughed lightly and waited for everyone to calm down before he said a lot with a kind smile with a shaking head:

"The commentary of "Er Ya" says that Xiao is Song, and it also says that Xiao Fu Ai Rong means to compromise everything and then achieve success. Your surname is good. The most famous person in your Xiao family is Xiao Hou of the Han Dynasty, which is the wise man in the common saying "Success is Xiao He and defeat Xiao He"...

"So, I see that you have a good appearance and a smart person. You are a pretty young man. What makes me even more satisfied is that you have good tea. So today I will give you a slightly more elegant name, and call it Xiao Yiming! Yi is Yi with the edge of the word "Shui", and Ming is the tea with the word "Cao". The meaning of connecting it is to be like a light and thick, moderate and peaceful tea, which will last forever! How about it, are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied! Satisfied! Why don't you thank Mr. Zhang for giving the name?"

Sister Yi answered on behalf of her, grabbed the stunned teapot and whispered to him to kneel down and thank him.

The little teapot didn't expect that such a coincidence would happen in the world. He stared at Mr. Zhang with a bright smile and almost forgot the etiquette he deserved. He was pressed down and kowtowed by Sister Yi in a daze. When he raised his head, he found that Mr. Zhang had stood up, waved his hands casually, and left with his family members.

Mother Lu hurriedly took the people and respectfully delivered them to the sedan chair.

Sister Yi took the hand of the little teapot and was very happy:

"It's great now. You won't need to call "little teapot" again. You finally have your own noble name. When you walk outside in the future, you won't have to be afraid of others laughing at me."

The little teapot always felt that Mr. Zhang’s smile was a little bit wrong, with a bit of teasing. After thinking about it, he still couldn’t figure out what was wrong. He had to nod and agree with Sister Yi, who was in a particularly comfortable mood:

"This name sounds pretty good. Xiao Yiming, Xiao Yiming, pronunciation is a coincidence... but how should this 'Yi Ming' be understood? Yiming..."

"What are you thinking about? Did the elder explain it just now? What's wrong with a very elegant name? Are you more clever than a juren? Thank you, you're really pretending to be knowledgeable, which is so annoying..."

Sister Yi pinched the small teapot unhappily.

The little teapot was pinched and his whole body shook. Suddenly, Lingtai Qingming suddenly realized, then gritted his teeth and cursed fiercely: "Zhang Juren, the son of the turtle, I only know why he was laughing so hard just now... Sister, do you know what bad intentions he has? Do you know what the meaning of this name?"

Sister Yi couldn't help but feel confused when she saw the little teapot reacting so strongly: "What a bad intention? The meaning? Didn't Mr. Zhang just said it? It's just that it means to be famous for a lifetime. I think it's pretty good!"

"What a hammer!"

The little teapot was very angry, staring at the sedan chair that had just left, and gritted his teeth and said, "This old guy has bad intentions. Not only does he make fun of people, I also kowtowed to him and thanked him... No, I must change this name back!"

"Shut up!"

Sister Yi punched the little teapot: "A kind-hearted person is like a donkey's liver and lungs, and you can't be without a conscience..."

Xiao Teapot grabbed Sister Yi's hand and hurriedly told Sister Yi about her understanding:

"Sister, you don't know. This name looks quite elegant on the surface, but if you think about it carefully, you can figure out the sinister intentions! Let me explain to you: the word "overflow" means water flooding, and the word "ming" in the latter means tea leaves. If you connect the two words, isn't it the tea overflowing from the teapot? The old guy obviously laughed at me, saying that I will be a small teapot for the rest of my life! I cursed people on the first day of the Lunar New Year. Now you know who has no conscience..."

Sister Yi was shocked and opened her mouth for a long time before saying, "No way? Why do you say that Mr. Zhang is also a scholar with status and status, a juren in the early years of Guangxu, and the Zhang family is a scholarly family for a century, with a great family and a famous family and a famous family! Are you thinking aside?"

"What's wrong!"

Xiao Teapot complained aggrievedly, then sat down and gasped: "No, I have to change my name, I must change it! This matter is not over..."

"Shut up! I'm saying you're done? Why are you a real man, who is as petty as a woman? People give you a name to you because they look down on you, but you're fine. It's fine if you don't know how to ask Fang'er to find a problem. I really don't know how you read the book in the past two months. Please listen to me, don't say "no" again, otherwise I won't spare you..."

When Sister Yi saw that Mother Lu sent someone back, she quickly closed her mouth, squeezed out a smile, and stepped forward to help Mother Lu sit down. Mother Lu looked at the angry teapot: "Little Teapot, why are you still unhappy if you have a name? Oh, by the way! It seems that we want to change our words and call you a big size, right?"

The little teapot quickly made a stop gesture: "Don't! Mother Lu, you should call me the little teapot, it sounds kind."

Everyone was very surprised when they heard this. Who wouldn’t be excited and thank you for the name given by the juren? Only the little teapot in front of him looked listless and there was no sign of happiness on his face. Is it because he is a naughty old habit again?

After all, Mom Lu is an old world that has seen countless people. After a brief shock, her smile bloomed:

"Oh! Our little teapot is really nostalgic. With the name given by the Master Juren, it is really rare to remember it! Remember, Mr. Zhang is the old patron of our Baicuilou and your Liufangzhai. He has a great family and a generous move. Not only does he own 10,000 acres of fertile land, but last year he also opened the largest ash factory in Chengdu with the help of the British. It is not an exaggeration to say that he will make money in the future. In the future, you must serve carefully. With the friendship of his help to give you a name, your benefits will be indispensable."

"Mr. Zhang is knowledgeable and talented, and he is a traitor... he is a scheming person. I am a small teahouse waiter. Do you dare not serve him well?"

The little teapot shook his head and smiled bitterly. Suddenly he remembered something, raised his head and asked his mother Lu in a low voice: "Mom Lu, I just heard from you that Mr. Zhang's family has opened a grey factory. Is it the famous Longtan grey factory in the east suburbs?"

"Yes, I didn't expect that you, the son, are quite well-informed! There are fewer people, let's go, and you can't go in the hall to worship until noon."

Mother Lu stood up to greet everyone and hurried to Qingyang Palace.

The small teapot followed behind with a heavy basket on his back, feeling unlucky in his heart, thinking about how to change the name back, otherwise it would probably make a lot of jokes if someone talked about it in the future.
Chapter completed!