Gu Qing found it baffling. More than one person said that he was not a thing in the pool, and he didn't know what their basis for judgment was.

He is still unfamiliar with this world. He has only left the village once so far, and it was for killing people. He is a little curious about what the outside world is like, but he is not curious enough to run outside. He is used to the prosperity of his previous life, and everything here is

In his eyes, everything was simple and barren. Even Qingcheng County, not far away, was just a small town like farmers going to the market, with more people at best.

Ambition? What ambitions are needed in this strange place?

No one messes with him, no one loves him, and he has no motivation to do those things that make him a king. Isn't it good to just live in the village, earn money from selling porcelain, and eat whatever you want?

The firelight illuminated Gu Qing's quiet face, with light and dark flickering alternately, as if the invisible shackles of life were showing their original appearance.

The quiet atmosphere is suitable for thinking. All the unhappiness and happiness in the past and present life flashed through his mind like a lantern. The only thing Gu Qing could remember clearly was a pair of eyes, sad and desperate. The moment he jumped from the roof of the building, he

Laughing.

That was Gu Qing's nightmare in his previous life, the source of his continuous nightmares, and the cause and effect that led to his time travel.

After traveling to this world, it seems that I haven’t had that nightmare for a long time. Has God let me go?

That's fine too.

After an unknown period of silence, Zhang Huaiyu suddenly stood up and said, "I'm leaving. I'll give you the money. You should make up for everything. After all, the barbecue is not as good as the fish you made."

Gu Qing nodded and said a courtesy word without thinking: "It's so late, you can sleep here..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Qing was stunned for a moment, and then his face instantly turned ugly.

Did I get drunk? Why did I say this? Would it look artificial to slap myself now?

Zhang Huaiyu seemed surprised by his kind words. He stared at Gu Qing's regretful face for a long time and nodded: "Okay."

Gu Qing's face turned even darker: "You...won't you excuse me? You should be able to tell that what I said was polite, right?"

Zhang Huaiyu shook his head: "I didn't hear it. I think you are very sincere."

"You are so blind, how do you survive in the world?"

"Fists and a dose of justice."

"If your eyes are of no use, you can consider donating them to people in need."

Zhang Huaiyu looked at the fire and said calmly: "I can't help but beat you, please continue talking."

Gu Qing had no choice but to shut up and start thinking about how to sleep. At this time, the bed in the house of his good friend Song Gensheng must be included. There are three allocation methods. The first is that Gu Qing and Zhang Huaiyu squeeze into the same bed, like Liang Shanbo and

Like Zhu Yingtai, putting a glass of water in the middle is a beast. This plan is not very feasible. If he really does this, Gu Qing feels that tonight should be his farewell night, and he may have become an unknown person tomorrow morning.

The male corpse may be buried together with Yao Guitang.

The second option is Song Gensheng and Zhang Huaiyu, which is even more impossible.

The third option is for Gu Qing and Song Gensheng to share a bed. This is the most feasible, but Gu Qing doesn't like sharing a bed with others. It's too insecure.

Fortunately, Gu Qing was very resourceful and came up with a fourth plan. He and Zhang Huaiyu each slept on the same bed, and Song Gensheng made the floor.

Perfect!

"Let's go to your house and sleep." Gu Qing put his arm around Song Gensheng's shoulder and walked out.

Song Gensheng didn't drink much, but he was born with a bad ability to drink. At this moment, he was in a daze, staggered by Gu Qing's hook, and the two of them disappeared into the night.

Zhang Huaiyu was still sitting in front of the fire, holding his chin and staring at the dancing firelight, with a hint of sadness on his pretty face.

The conversation with Gu Qing just now still echoes in my ears.

“Who would want to live in an unstable place and wander around unless they have no choice?”

Yes, it seems that she has not been back to that home for a long time. Gradually, she has become accustomed to the days without home. Such pretentious words as "paying attention to the mountains and rivers" were thought up by the literati sitting at home. How could they know that they are wandering around?

bitter.

The fire exploded slightly, awakening her from deep thought. She flicked the fire and the light became a little brighter.

Zhang Huaiyu looked around the courtyard with a slight smile on his lips.

It was interesting. She didn't expect Uncle Gu's only son to be so interesting. She suddenly had the urge to stay and settle in this mountain village.

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Early the next morning, Song Gensheng woke up from the ground. The discomfort of his hangover made him cover his head in pain. Then he looked at the surrounding environment. The house belonged to his own, and the various furnishings in the house also looked familiar, but...

Why was he lying on the ground while Gu Qing was lying on the bed sleeping so peacefully...

The only touching thing was that a kind person spread a mattress on the ground and covered him with a quilt.

But... I still feel a little angry.

After rudely pushing Gu Qing to wake up, Song Gensheng was about to argue with him, but his father Song Gen called him outside the house, asking him to wake up Gu Qing.

The two shopkeepers, Hao Donglai and Shi Daxing, came, along with an official, the head of Zhen's Office.

Gu Qing stood up, put on his clothes quickly, tidied his hair casually and walked out the door.

Hao Donglai and Shi Daxing were outside the fence of the porcelain kiln in the middle of the mountain. They were accompanied by a middle-aged man wearing a blue official robe with smiles on their faces. The flattering and welcoming smiles on their faces were something Gu Qing had never seen before.

Gu Qing saw the three of them from a distance, adjusted his breath slightly, and then stepped forward to meet them.

Hao Donglai saw him, pointed at him and said with a smile: "Master Fei, this young man is the owner of the porcelain kiln, his name is Gu Qing."

Manager Fei squinted his eyes and saw that Gu Qing had a thin figure but an extraordinary temperament. Although he was wearing a coarse shirt, he had a gentle and elegant look, neither humble nor overbearing. Manager Fei glanced at him and nodded lightly.

Gu Qing stepped forward and saluted Chief Fei: "Gu Qing, a common man, has met Chief Fei."

Chief Fei's attitude was lukewarm. He was not an official, but an official. Officials were not of high rank. Zhen Guanling, the highest official in Zhen's office, was only of the eighth rank. Naturally, a chief of Shuzhou could not be considered an official.

Already.

Although he is not an official, he is still very powerful. At least he can determine the life and death of Gu Qing porcelain kiln with one word.

Hao Donglai quietly pulled Gu Qing aside and said softly: "Can the fence be opened? Manager Fei wants to go in and take a look at the kiln entrance."

Gu Qing nodded and ordered the villagers guarding the fence to open the gate.

After Uncle Han's death, Gu Qing hired another honest villager to guard the kiln entrance. The biggest secret at the kiln entrance was coal. The coal pit had been filled in when it was not in use, and it was filled with dry firewood and charcoal.

From the perspective of outsiders, this porcelain kiln is no different from other porcelain kilns, at least there is no doubt that the fuel is any different.
Chapter completed!