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There were footsteps at the door of Song Jixin's house. Liu Xianyang was about to jump off the wall, but he didn't see him. He heard his voice first, and someone asked with a warm smile: "Is your boy the old man Yao from Baoxi Kiln?"
His apprentice? His surname is Liu?"
It was the kiln supervisor in white clothes with a jade belt around his waist. He strode out of the threshold and looked towards the wall with a smiling face.
Liu Xianyang then stiffened and found that he had no strength to jump off the wall. He laughed heartily and said: "Sir, it's me. When you went to our Long Kiln to open the kiln, the master asked me to demonstrate several tasks to you.
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The man nodded, looked at the tall young man, and asked straight to the point: "Young man, do you want to go outside and have a look? For example, join the army and fight in the battle. I guarantee that as long as you survive ten years, you can become a high official.
How about I personally serve you a drink in the capital to celebrate your victory?"
Song Jixin, who was standing behind the man, had a gloomy face and held tightly the Laolong Buyu jade pendant presented by Fu Nanhua.
This scholar, who has been known as "illegitimate son" and "bastard" for many years, now knows the true identity of the man around him, so the young man understands the weight of the man's words even more. The four words "serve the wine personally" will
It will be the most powerful life-saving talisman of Da Li, and the longest Qingyun Ladder in the officialdom.
Liu Xianyang racked his brains to come up with some sour words, and stammered: "Thank you, Mr. Supervisor, for your kindness, but I am very frightened... It's just that I have promised to be an apprentice in Master Ruan's blacksmith shop, and it's really hard to go back on my words, so why not?"
I hope you don't want to...don't care..."
What the tall boy wanted to say suddenly got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't remember whether he was alive or dead, and his face turned red with anxiety.
Song Jixin reminded him in a seemingly considerate way: "It's the adults who don't remember the faults of the villains."
The man in white robe laughed it off and said, "It doesn't matter. When you have the opportunity to leave the town one day, you can go to the nearest Danyang Pass and find a warrior named Liu Linxi. He said that Song Changjing from the capital recommended you to join the army here. If he doesn't believe it,
Just tell him about the man named Song Changjing, and you, Liu Linxi, still owe him 30,000 heads of Sui Bianqi."
Liu Xianyang nodded stupidly and said: "Okay."
The man left with a smile. Song Jixin wanted to stop when he reached the gate of the hospital. The man seemed to have forgotten his thoughts and said directly without turning around: "Follow me to the Supervisory Office, and I will take you to see someone."
Song Jixin's feet were rooted to the ground like nails, and he said with a dark face: "I won't go!"
That place, which has a very high threshold for the people in the small town, is like a dragon's pit and a tiger's den, and a heart that cannot be overcome for the young people who have grown up listening to rumors every year.
The man who always acted vigorously and resolutely outside was not as ignorant as the angry young man, nor did he stop, but he slowed down a lot: "According to the records of the spy informant in the government office, you have already met the Sui Dynasty prince named Gao, right?
?Do you know that the Gao family of the Sui Dynasty and our Da Li Song family have been enemies for thousands of years with sworn hatred? They are both princes. He dares to come to this small town located in the hinterland of the enemy country, Song Ji
, he is also a prince, but he dare not go to a small official residence on the territory of his own family?"
Song Jixin did not immediately ponder the profound meaning of these words. Instead, he immediately turned to look at Liu Xianyang and saw the tall young man sitting on the wall rubbing his hands and knocking his legs. It seemed that he had not heard the man's words at all.
The white-robed king of Dali who was walking in the Mud Bottle Alley raised the corners of his mouth. The man received a little unexpected joy.
He is worthy of being a descendant of our old Song family.
However, when he thought that the boy was still that woman's son, the powerful vassal king, who was the first martial arts master in Da Li, also felt a little upset and troubled.
Song Jixin gritted his teeth, turned around and said to Zhigui who was standing at the door of the house: "I'll be right back when I go, don't worry about me for lunch."
As soon as Song Jixin walked out of the courtyard, he turned around and said with a smile: "Take the pocket of money on my bedside and go to Du's shop to buy the pair of dragon and phoenix perfumes. Anyway, we don't have to save money in the future."
Zhigui nodded and made a careful mute gesture.
Song Jixin smiled happily and left gracefully.
When Song Jixin walked away, Liu Xianyang, who was sitting on the wall, asked cautiously: "Zhigui, what is the relationship between Song Jixin and the supervisor?"
Zhigui looked at the tall boy with pity.
Liu Xianyang couldn't bear the sight of her, "What are you doing? It's just to meet an official who is in charge of porcelain making. Isn't that amazing?"
Zhigui twitched his lips, went back to the house to get food, and began to feed the old hen and the group of fluffy chicks.
Liu Xianyang felt discouraged for no reason. He jumped off the wall and shouted into the house: "Chen, let's go to the blacksmith shop! Don't be so cowardly."
The girl turned her back to the neighbor's yard across the wall and said with a smile: "Buddhas compete for a stick of incense, and people compete for a breath. It's a pity that a coward only has a belly of cowardice."
Liu Xianyang's blood surged, and even his ears turned red. He walked to the yellow mud wall and punched the wall hard, "Wang Zhu! If you can, say it again!"
The maid threw away all the corn and vegetable leaves, clapped her hands, turned around and said with a smile: "Who do you think you are, just tell me?"
Liu Xianyang looked at the girl who was drawing a strip, and her figure became more and more beautiful. He was speechless, and his heart felt empty, like a porcelain bowl in his heart that fell to the ground.
In fact, Chen Ping'an was already standing at the threshold. After seeing this scene, he quickly walked to the yard and said softly: "Let's go."
Two teenagers were walking side by side in the alley. The tall boy suddenly asked: "Chen Pingan, am I hopeless?"
Chen Pingan thought for a while and said seriously: "The neighbors in the alley say that my mother is very good, and they say that my father is famous for being boring, so I think whether I like someone or not has nothing to do with whether I am promising or not.
So big."
Liu Xianyang cried sadly, "Then I will be even worse off. Even if I build a dragon kiln by myself in the future, or learn all Master Ruan's craftsmanship, won't she still dislike me?"
Chen Pingan wisely kept his mouth shut to avoid adding fuel to the fire.
Chen Ping'an was walking in a familiar alley when he suddenly remembered a scene. In his early years, he followed Old Man Yao into the mountains along the stream and saw a young elk drinking water by the water. It was not afraid to see him. After it drank the water, it lowered its head.
I looked at the stream and didn't leave for a long time. In addition to the reflection of the elk on the surface of the stream, there was also a fish lingering in the water.
Before leaving the ancestral home, Miss Ning suggested that since he had a locust leaf, he should leave the town as soon as possible. With the invisible protection of the ancestral locust leaf, there would be no big accidents. It was best not to stay in the town for too long.
For a long time, because she didn't know whether Liu Xianyang's matter would affect Chen Ping'an.
However, Chen Ping'an insisted on seeing Liu Xianyang accepted as a disciple by Master Ruan before he could leave with peace of mind.
Because without Liu Xianyang back then, he would have starved to death long ago.
Of course, Chen Ping'an also hoped in his heart that Miss Ning could heal her injury at his home, but the young man did not dare to say it out loud at that time for fear of being considered frivolous by her.
Chen Ping'an suddenly asked: "Will the treasured armor your grandfather left you never be sold to outsiders?"
Liu Xianyang said with a matter-of-fact expression: "Nonsense, of course I won't sell it even if I die!"
He punched the young man next to him on the shoulder and joked: "I'm not a money addict like you."
The tall young man held the back of his head with both hands, "Some things are not available for the time being and can be earned with money, but if some things are gone, they are really gone in this life."
Chen Pingan said to himself: "I understand."
When he was about to reach the entrance of Mubo Alley, Liu Xianyang cursed, and Chen Ping'an put away his thoughts and looked up, suddenly feeling heavy.
It was Lu Zhengchun, the eldest son of the Lu family from Fulu Street. It was this man who led a group of gangsters to block Liu Xianyang in this alley and almost beat him to death. If Chen Ping'an hadn't gone to shout those words, the family would have been destroyed.
Liu Xianyang, who has no elder relatives, is probably going to be thrown into a mass grave.
Song Jixin was squatting on the wall watching the excitement, and kept fanning the flames. Later, he told Chen Ping'an, who was still worried, that the behavior of Lu Zhengchun and others was called "resigning oneself to one's anger" outside the town.
Lu Zhengchun blocked Liu Xianyang's way, squeezed out a smile and said: "Don't be nervous, I'm not here to settle old scores with you today, but..."
Liu Xianyang interrupted Mr. Lu's words, "Are you coming? A good dog won't block the way, so I can get out of the way!"
Lu Zhengchun looked embarrassed, and said with a forced smile: "Liu Xianyang, I really have something to discuss with you this time. Last time, you ran away without waiting for us to finish talking. This is not good. You should listen to me."
Listen to the conditions I have given here, right? To put it bluntly, we two buddies have never known each other before, so there is no need to be so tense. Those guests and I are very sincere!"
Liu Xianyang tilted his head and said sarcastically: "Why, you are addicted to matchmaking, aren't you? I'm surprised. You said that you, Lu Zhengchun, are the grandson of the most wealthy family in our town, why do you like to do so?
Are outsiders being treated as thugs?”
Lu Zhengchun's face was livid, but he still had to maintain the smile on his face. He looked very funny and almost begged: "Liu Xianyang, as long as you ask, no matter what you want, they will try their best to satisfy you, such as copper coins? Otherwise you
How about giving me an amount? For example...one hundred and fifty guan? Even...two hundred guan, I can help you make a counter-offer. Two hundred guan, you can buy it on our Fulu Street.
It’s half a house.”
Liu Xianyang stared at the eyes and face of the man in front of him, and said disdainfully: "You're sending two hundred guan to a beggar? Are you sincere? I advise you not to be vain here with me. I still have to be busy with business. You
go away!"
At the corner outside Mud Bottle Lane, a little girl carved in pink and jade is riding on the shoulders of a burly old man. A boy wearing a big red robe is being held by a woman. He should be innocent and innocent, but his face already has a look that does not match his age.
With a sinister look on his face, he said in the language of his hometown: "Is this Lu family too stupid? What's the use of..."
The woman shook her head and laughed softly: "When giving favors to others, you must know how to compare favors with others, and negotiate business. If you want to make the most profit, you should do what Lu Zhengchun did, and first test the bottom line of the other party's psychological price."
The child wondered: "Doing business with these natives and untouchables requires so much trouble?"
The woman smiled and said: "Human nature is complicated and people's hearts are dark. People in small places are not all fools, even if they are short-sighted. If you think this way, you will suffer a loss sooner or later."
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To be continued...