Spring and Autumn I Am King

"No, it's still a long way off!"

In Zhao Wuxi's eyes, these "good pottery" that Lu Taoweng called, can actually be called porcelain.

However, it is only original porcelain, and it is not his innovative invention. Since the Shang and Zhou dynasties, the ancestors of China have learned to use rock powder and mud to make earthen glaze to decorate pottery. .

Therefore, this thing was occasionally produced in the Spring and Autumn Period, but it did not form a scale, and the potters did not summarize the experience. They believed that it was only due to the blessing of Tao Tang Emperor Yao.

But Wu Xie knew that it was actually so mysterious. It was just the temperature in the kiln, the raw materials for making embryos, and the glaze.

In his previous life, he also accompanied his sister to a pottery class for a few days. Although his skills were not good, he knew the theory.

This time, despite careful preparations, the reason why the porcelain he wanted was not fired was because the glaze was not used properly, and the temporarily prepared earthen glaze was dull in color.

The second is that the temperature of the furnace is not enough. As the saying goes, the pottery must be good, and the fire must be obtained. The firewood can only reach about a thousand degrees, but if you want to burn real porcelain, you must have three hundred or four hundred degrees. In addition, due to the temporary construction of the kiln, the temperature control ability is poor, and the depth and uniformity of the glaze color are different, so the color of the glaze color on the utensils is different.

These primitive ceramics in his hands are enough for his own use or to fool the people of the country, but it is far from enough to sell them to the discerning nobles.

In the original history, since the Qin and Han dynasties of the Warring States period, porcelain began to sprout, and the skills became skilled and sophisticated under the exploration of generations of potters.

Wu Xie wants to make real porcelain, at least the plain-glazed celadon and white porcelain of the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties. "Its surface is as blue as jade, bright as a mirror, and sound like a chime." Only then can it be packaged as a luxury, and it can enter the daily life of Jin and even the upper-class nobles of Zhuxia to earn profits.

In fact, even the original porcelain is far superior in quality and beauty than ordinary black pottery, painted pottery and white pottery. It is a good idea to use primitive porcelain to impact the pottery market, but Wu Xie currently only has one town, and the scale of kiln and manpower is limited, so it cannot achieve the number of small profits but quick turnover.

Rare is the most precious thing, and a small amount of high-grade porcelain hits the lacquer market. This is the real goal of Wu-shirt!

Because the cost of porcelain is only one-tenth, or even one-twentieth, of lacquerware and bronzeware! And it is easier to make, which is why after the Wei and Jin Dynasties, lacquerware and bronzeware were gradually eliminated from the field of vision by porcelain.

Therefore, this plan can not only generate income for Chengyi, but also disgust the Fan family who specialize in making and selling pottery and lacquer ware.

Why not do it?

Jin's small clan and businessmen would be afraid of ruling Fan Yang, but the Zhao clan would not.

Fan's craftsman and official, he beat up, and Fan's second son, he also beat up. What's more, even though he started his own life in Chengyi, he was still under the protection of Zhao Yang's wings. That was a tyrannical gentleman who dared to start a movie with Fan's in a hurry!

After taking the line of Zigong, the seller basically solved the problem, just waiting for him to make suitable goods. However, in order to get a satisfactory product, the composition of the glaze has to be further studied, and if the temperature of the firewood does not rise, I am afraid that a more efficient fuel must be used.

Zhao Wuxi looked at the dark rocks in the distance, thoughtful.

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The weather in mid-April can change as soon as it changes. It was clear yesterday that the sky was clear, but today it was gloomy, with dark clouds shrouded in the sky above Chengyi, as if a huge torrential storm was about to come.

On the watchtower of Cheng's Manor, after half a year, because of the pain of losing his son and splitting his clan, the old man with all white beard and hair looked at the sky covered with dark clouds, and the corners of his dry mouth showed a crazy smile.

He threw away the dove rod and raised his hands high: "I pray to the Emperor of Heaven every day, come down, come down! Come a storm, come a hail! Let Zhao Wuxi lose nothing! For my son and my family revenge!"

God seemed to hear his call, and the dark clouds rolled even more. At the same time, from the direction of the Xiangsi, there was also the sound of the golden drum of "bang bang bang"!

Except for Chengxiang Manor, where winter wheat was not planted, all the people of Liuli, men, women and children, were all dispatched together under the organization of the township Sima and the Lixu clan chiefs. Grab the wheat before the storm, if it is too late, the hard work of this little half year will be in vain!

Bronze sickles are extremely precious items in this era, and most people still have stone sickles.

This kind of long arc-blade harvesting tool has a history of thousands of years, and the shape is almost the same as the iron sickle of later generations. But the sharpness is not enough, and it has to be cut back and forth a few times when it is cut on the straw. So although everyone is working hard and sweating profusely, the efficiency is not high.

"If it goes on like this, I'm afraid it will be too late!"

In the mulberry, using the original farming method, the mulberry sheep weng, who has been planting the "control group" for half a year, stretched out his calloused hand, felt the wind direction and the dampness in the air, and said this sentence heavily.

His family is full of people, with many children and grandchildren, and he has just finished harvesting the wheat in the field. But looking at the bundled wheat, Sang Yangweng knew that he had completely lost the bet with the gentleman.

The winter wheat in the public fields and Liuli private fields is full of ears. Calculated per mu, the yield per mu is at least one and a half stone! And in the Sangyangweng field, there is only one stone.

At this time, he didn't care about that, and arranged for his children and grandchildren to say, "Go! Bring the copper sickle at home, and you will also go to help the people of the country harvest wheat!"

"Aweng, why do you do this? If the heavy rain causes the slaughterhouse's wheat harvest to fail, wouldn't you win that bet?" A grandson who usually walked closer to the Cheng clan stood aside and murmured.

Bang! Sang Yangweng turned his head and kicked him, scolding angrily: "What kind of **** is this? I opposed the gentleman's use of the method of winter planting on behalf of the field, not because I was afraid that this method would be useless and would destroy the field in the end. Now the gentleman's governance has Fang, the harvest is just around the corner, and if I lose, I will lose, but I have no time to be happy, how can I have such thoughts! If you dare to talk nonsense, you will be expelled from the clan!"

While scolding, his other grandson pulled his arm from behind: "Aweng, Aweng, look at the Xiangsi!"

Sang Yangweng looked back, but saw dense black spots flowing outside the township temple. After a while, two regular square formations were assembled on the threshing ground.

He grinned and said, "It's Zhao Bing and the village soldiers. It seems that the gentleman has already prepared, and the people's wheat has been saved."

Zhao Wuxi was standing on the threshing floor, also frowning at the sky, behind him, the sheep tongue Rong, who had taken off his armor, reported: "Gentleman~www.wuxiahere.com~ The guards have been assembled, All have been in accordance with your orders, and everyone has a weapon."

Zhao Wuxi nodded slightly, the rain had not started yet, hoping that it would be in time.

He turned his head and looked directly into two hundred pairs of eyes. They were all looking at their master in unison.

"I've heard a saying that if you keep an army for a thousand days, you use it for a while, and I won't say much today. If you want to eat fresh wheat food this month, take the swords in your hands and go to help the people of the country rob Cut the wheat!"

Under the leadership of Tian Ben and others, more than 200 people shouted in unison, "May I die for the Lord!"

"Effective death? This time, you just need to bury your head and do your best."

So, after Zhao Wuxi gave an order, they went into battle with two hundred guards lightly, and under the shouts of the two commanders, they entered the public field by two. They went down to the fields, pushed aside the layers of wheat waves, pulled out bronze swords and halberds, etc., and buried their heads to harvest the wheat.

Ji Qiao also stood beside Zhao Wuxi silently, and he sighed, "Only under the rule of a gentleman can we see this situation of casting a sword into a sickle..."

Zhao Wuxi's hand habitually wanted to touch the bronze sword around his waist, but found that he was not hanging it.

He shook his head helplessly and said: "The superiors want their territory to be as secure as a rock, and they rely on nothing more than corn and wheat. It makes no difference whether the incumbent is Yao Shun or Jie Zhou. Please go and tell the village officials. The people of Heguo, the three elders and the witches have already killed animals in the temple to worship Yunzhongjun, and today, the rain will not fall!"

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