The consignor bought some wheat from Qingcheng County, and then ordered the porcelain kiln to burn a huge earth vat, and put the wheat into the earth vat for fermentation.

By the way, I asked someone to make an iron steamer. The steamer had existed in the Tang Dynasty for a long time and had a different name. It was originally called "Zeng".

Next, we wait for the wheat to ferment, which usually takes several days.

It is necessary to brew something different for Li Bai. It is best to make him drunk as soon as he drinks it and does not need others to accompany him to drink too much wine. These days, Gu Qing really can't stand Li Bai's style of persuading him to drink. He must drink it every day.

He must be persuaded, and he must be drunk if he is persuaded. Gu Qing is still a seventeen-year-old boy, and he is still growing. If he drinks with him, he will probably become useless.

While waiting for fermentation, Gu Qing was still busy with something related to tribute porcelain.

Opportunities need to be fought for by oneself. It is an opportunity for Concubine Yang to return to her hometown to visit relatives. Regardless of whether she comes to the porcelain kiln or not, Gu Qing must be fully prepared.

After arriving in the Tang Dynasty for half a year, Gu Qing gradually understood that if he wanted to gain a foothold in this world, he must take advantage of all conditions and stay firmly rooted on the wall like a wall-climbing tiger, seizing every gap and digging his roots deeply.

Concubine Yang is a very important person, and Gu Qing does not want to miss this woman who is loved by thousands of people.

The preparation is not difficult and requires paper and pen.

Gu Qing didn't have any at home, so he had to go to Song Gensheng's house. There was no one in the Song family, and Gu Qing was not polite. Today's Song family is no different from his own. Anyway, Song Gensheng was not polite when he came to his house, and he ate meat better than him.

There are too many, so if you see anything that pleases your eyes, you will take it away. A good scholar has now become as powerful as a bandit.

I really miss the Song Gensheng who was so scared that he shivered like a little quail.

Paper and pen were spread out on the table. Gu Qing dipped his pen in the ink and pondered for a moment, then brushed his words on the paper.

Yang Sansha wrote a large poem, and after checking it carefully, he found that some sentences could not be used, so he deleted them. The original poem was about the love tragedy of a couple, but some of the poems were too advanced and were taboo, so they were spread out.

If so, Li Longji might grit his teeth and chop him into pieces, and Concubine Yang next to him might even clap her hands in applause.

Of course, the original poem was too long, and Gu Qing could not remember many of it, except for some famous sentences. So a poem about a love tragedy was deleted and revised by Gu Qing, and it was slowly changed into a poem specifically describing women.

A flattering poem about how beautiful and charming the protagonist is, and how her husband dotes on her.

It doesn't matter if you flatter him, Gu Qing is not Li Bai, and he doesn't have as serious a mental disorder as him. When it comes to the dark side of human nature, the dark side of Gu Qing's heart is dirtier than the toilet. His permanently unhappy face may be the result of his heart.

When Song Gensheng opened the door and walked in, Gu Qing had just finished writing the entire poem and was holding up the paper to dry the ink.

Song Gensheng was stunned, and when he saw the paper filled with words in Gu Qing's hand, he couldn't help but said with joy: "You wrote poetry again? Let me see it quickly."

After saying this, Song Gensheng rushed up and snatched the paper from Gu Qing's hand, completely forgetting how virtuous Gu Qing was after he finished writing the Mid-Autumn Festival poem.

Sure enough, Song Gensheng grabbed the paper and read only one line. His face instantly turned blue, and he couldn't help but let out a "vomit" sound. He put the paper on the table, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, with a look of terrible pain on his face.

"It's too ugly, the words are too ugly... ugh, it's too ugly... ugh, ah!"

Before he finished speaking, Gu Qing pinned him down on the bed and beat him violently.

I have tolerated him for a long time, and today I will repay my grudge with pleasure.

After a period of miserable screams, Song Gensheng sat up with scars on his face. Gu Qing, with a cheerful expression on his face, said with a smile: "Brother Song Xian, can you be normal?"

Song Gensheng nodded aggrievedly.

"Very good. Copy it word for word for me. The handwriting must be neat and beautiful, otherwise you will be beaten again."

"……good."

So Song Gensheng suppressed his nausea and copied the poem, reading as he wrote: "It's hard to give up on natural beauty. Once you choose the king's side. Looking back, you will be full of beauty with a smile. The pink and white in the sixth palace have no color... Ah! What a poem!"

"There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people are doting on each other... Excellent! Excellent!"

"I would like to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground... Gu Qing, what a talent! Another good poem that will be famous throughout the ages!"

Song Gensheng kept praising him. He became more careful and neat in writing and copying, using regular block letters and putting all his effort into every stroke.

Gu Qing yawned and said: "Copy it carefully. After copying it, hand it over to the craftsmen and glaze workers of the porcelain kiln, and let them burn a batch of half-foot-sized plum vases. Each bottle is required to have a different color, and burn a poem or a poem respectively."

Printed on the side are floral designs of plums, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums, and the whole poem is filled up to form a set of fine tribute porcelain. The kiln workers are told that only this batch is allowed to be fired. It is a unique piece in the world. Do you understand "extremely rare"?

?The only one in the world."

Song Gensheng wondered: "Why did you burn the poems on the plum vase? Is it to be passed down forever?"

"It's none of your business, don't ask random questions. I'll tell you later."

Song Gensheng agreed and concentrated on copying poems.

Gu Qing was about to leave when he suddenly stopped and said, "Have you seen Zhang Huaiyu in the past few days?"

Song Gensheng was at a loss: "I haven't seen her for a few days."

Gu Qing frowned and left without saying a word.

It seems that I haven't seen Zhang Huaiyu for some days. Gu Qing recalled carefully, it was about ten days. Zhang Huaiyu seems to be a bit mysterious recently, or in other words, Zhang Huaiyu has always been a bit mysterious. I don't know what she is doing outside, even if she is doing chivalrous things.

, you don’t have to clock in every day, right?

…………

Zhang Huaiyu was in trouble.

On the edge of an unknown mountain cliff in the outskirts of Qingcheng County, Zhang Huaiyu was dressed in white, with a stern look on his face, his eyebrows like willow leaves slightly frowned, and a trace of blood flowing from his beautiful thin lips. He was holding a long sword in his right hand, and the scabbard was gone. Apparently, he had been there before.

There was a fierce fight.

A foot away from her, stood three people, three burly middle-aged men, each holding a big knife in their hands. They were ugly, with ferocious expressions, and their eyes revealed a terrifying murderous intent.

Zhang Huaiyu coughed twice and raised his sleeve to wipe the blood from his lips, leaving a bright red blood stain on his snow-white sleeve.

"Oh, you actually found me here. The Gu family and his wife didn't leave any clues back then. How did you find them?"

A big man took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "Zhang Huaiyu, you are the queen of the virtuous prime minister. Although I don't know why you are living abroad, what happened back then has passed. We no longer have anything to do with Prime Minister Zhang.

You have a virtuous name, and we are unwilling to kill you. However, the Gu family and his wife killed four of my brothers with different surnames, deposed two of them, and set up an ambush to capture three alive. Those three were later beheaded by the government and abandoned in the market. This was a blood feud.

, how can you not repay it?”

Zhang Huaiyu said coldly: "The Gu family and his wife died ten years ago, don't you know?"
Chapter completed!