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&Content^~^Introduction: There are many wonders in the world. I, Chen Pingan, have only one sword that can move mountains, overturn seas, subjugate monsters, suppress demons, command gods, reach for stars, cut off rivers, destroy cities, and open the sky! ——My name is Chen Ping'an, Ping'an's Ping'an, I am a swordsman.
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On February 2, the dragon raises its head.
At dusk, in a secluded place in the town called Mud Bottle Lane, there was a lonely and thin young man. At this time, according to custom, he held a candle in one hand and a peach branch in the other, shining on the beams, walls, wooden beds, etc., and knocking on the peach branches. Beating, trying to drive away snakes, scorpions, centipedes, etc., while mumbling something, this is an old saying passed down from generation to generation in this small town: On February 2nd, candles shine on the beams, peaches hit the wall, there is nowhere for snakes and insects to hide in the world.
The boy's surname was Chen and his given name was Pingan. His parents died young. The town's porcelain is extremely famous. Since the founding of this dynasty, it has taken on the important task of "supervising the burning of sacrificial vessels for mausoleums". Imperial officials have been stationed here all year round to supervise the affairs of the official kilns. The helpless young man became a porcelain potter very early. At first he could only do menial chores. After working hard for several years with a bad-tempered master, he just figured out how to make porcelain. As a result, the world is unpredictable, and the town suddenly lost the talisman of the official kiln building office. Dozens of kilns shaped like crouching dragons around the town were all ordered to shut down overnight by the government.
Chen Pingan put down the newly broken peach branch, blew out the candles, walked out of the house, sat on the steps, and looked up at the bright starry sky.
The young man still clearly remembers that the old master who only accepted him as a half-disciple, his surname was Yao, was found sitting on a small bamboo chair in the early morning of last year's late autumn, facing the direction of the kiln head, with his eyes closed. . Content trial reading: www.qq??html/143/143749/m.?However, there are only a few people who are as sharp as Old Man Yao.
The small town craftsmen who have only been able to make porcelain for generations did not dare to overstep the official kiln for firing tributes, nor did they dare to sell the porcelain in the stockpile to the people privately. They had to find other ways to make a living. Fourteen-year-old Chen Ping'an was also kicked out. , after returning to Mubo Alley, he continued to guard this dilapidated old house. It was almost a bleak scene with only four walls. Even if Chen Pingan wanted to become a prodigal, he couldn't do it.
After being a wandering ghost for a while, the boy couldn't find a way to earn money. With his meager savings, he could barely make ends meet. A few days ago, he heard about Qilong Lane a few streets away. , a foreign old blacksmith named Ruan came and announced to the outside world that he would accept seven or eight apprentices for blacksmithing. He would not pay wages but would take care of the food. Chen Pingan hurried to meet him. Fortunately, the old man just glanced at him sideways and turned him away. At that time, Chen Ping'an wondered,
Could it be that in the blacksmithing business, it’s not about the strength of one’s arms but the quality of one’s face?
You must know that although Chen Pingan looks weak, his strength should not be underestimated. This is the physical foundation of the young man who has been trained during his years of making porcelain and drawing blanks. In addition, Chen Pingan also followed an old man named Yao all over the town. Hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers, I have tasted the taste of all kinds of soil around me, I work hard and I am willing to do any dirty work without any sloppiness. It's a pity that Lao Yao never likes Chen Ping'an and despises the young man for his lack of understanding. He is just a lump in the elm and is far inferior to his disciple Liu Xianyang. It's no wonder that the old man is biased. The master leads him in. He practices in an individual way. For example, it's also boring and boring. , Liu Xianyang's skill in just half a year is equivalent to Chen Pingan's three years of hard work.
Although he may not need this skill in his life, Chen Ping'an still closed his eyes as usual, imagined that there was a bluestone slab and a wheel in front of him, and began to practice drawing blanks. Practice makes perfect.
About every quarter of an hour, the young man would rest for a while, shake his wrists, and repeat this cycle until he was completely exhausted. Then Chen Pingan got up and walked in the courtyard while slowly stretching his muscles and bones. No one had ever taught Chen Pingan these things, it was just a secret he had figured out on his own.
There was silence between heaven and earth. Chen Pingan heard a harsh sarcastic laugh and stopped. As expected, he saw his peer squatting on the wall, grinning, not hiding his disdain.
This person is Chen Ping'an's old neighbor, and it is said that he is the illegitimate son of the former supervisor. The master was afraid of criticism from Qingliu and impeachment, so he finally returned to the capital alone to report on his work, and handed the child over to the successor official with whom he had a close personal relationship to help him. Care and care. Nowadays, the town has inexplicably lost its qualifications to produce official kilns. The superintendent responsible for supervising the kiln affairs for the imperial court has no way to save himself. How can he care about the illegitimate son of a colleague in the officialdom? He dropped some money and became furious. Rush to the capital to settle relations.
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The neighbor boy who had unknowingly become an outcast still lived a happy life. He took his personal maid around all day long in and out of the town, doing nothing all year round, and he never had to worry about money.
The loess courtyard walls of every house in Niping Lane are very low. In fact, the neighbor boy can see the scene of the courtyard without standing on tiptoes. But every time he talks to Chen Pingan, he likes to squat on the wall.
Compared with the crude and tacky name of Chen Ping'an, the boy next door was much more elegant, named Song Jixin. Even the maidservant who depended on him had a formal name, Zhigui.
The girl was standing on the other side of the courtyard wall at this time. She had a pair of almond eyes and was timid and weak.
On the other side of the courtyard gate, a voice said, "Are you selling this maid?"
Song Jixin was stunned for a moment, then turned around to follow the voice and saw a young man in brocade clothes with a smile on his face, standing outside the courtyard with a completely unfamiliar face.
Standing next to the boy in brocade clothes was a tall old man with a fair face and a kind expression. He gently squinted his eyes and looked at the two boys and girls in the adjacent courtyard.
The old man's gaze swept over Chen Ping'an without stopping, but he lingered on Song Jixin and the maid, and his smile gradually grew stronger.
Song Jixin squinted and said, "Sell! Why not sell!"
The young man smiled and said, "Then you tell me a price."
The girl's eyes widened, her face full of bewilderment, like a panicked young elk.
Song Jixin rolled his eyes, stretched out a finger and shook it, "Ten thousand taels of silver!"
The young man in brocade looked as usual, nodded and said, "Okay."
Seeing that the young man didn't look like he was joking, Song Jixin quickly changed his words: "It's ten thousand taels of gold!"
The corners of the young man's mouth turned up and he said, "I'm just teasing you."
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Song Jixin's face was gloomy.
The young man in brocade no longer paid attention to Song Jixin, and turned his gaze to look at Chen Ping'an, "Thanks to you, I was able to buy that carp today. After I bought it back, the more I looked at it, the happier I was, and I thought I must tell you in person. I thanked you, so I asked Grandpa Wu to take me to find you overnight."
He threw a heavy embroidery bag to Chen Ping'an and said with a bright smile: "This is a reward, you and I will settle the matter evenly."
Just as Chen Pingan was about to speak, the young man in brocade clothes had already turned around and left.
Chen Pingan frowned.
During the day, he accidentally saw a middle-aged man walking on the street carrying a fish basket. He caught a golden carp as long as the tail of a palm. It was jumping hard in the bamboo basket. Chen Pingan only glanced at it and felt It was very festive, so he asked if he could buy it for ten cents. The middle-aged man originally just wanted to reward his five internal organs temple, but when he saw the profit, he sat down and raised the price. The lion opened his mouth and insisted on thirty cents. Only then are they willing to sell. Chen Ping'an, who was cash-strapped, had so much spare money, and he really couldn't bear to part with the golden carp, so he followed the middle-aged man greedily, trying hard to get the price down to fifteen cents, or even twenty cents. Just when the middle-aged man showed signs of relenting, a young man in brocade and a tall old man happened to pass by. Without saying a word, they bought the carp and the fish basket for fifty cents. Chen Pingan could only watch them walk away, helpless. .
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Staring at the backs of the grandfather and grandson walking further and further away, Song Jixin withdrew his vicious eyes, jumped off the wall, seemed to remember something, and said to Chen Pingan: "Do you still remember the four legs in the first month?"
Chen Pingan nodded. How could I not remember it? It’s just so fresh in my memory.
According to the centuries-old custom of this small town, if a snake crawls into your house, it is a good sign, and the owner should never expel it or kill it. On the first day of the first lunar month, Song Jixin was sitting on the threshold basking in the sun, and then a little thing commonly known as a four-legged snake scurried into the house under his nose. Song Jixin grabbed it and walked into the yard. When he fell out, he never thought that the four-legged snake, which had been thrown to pieces, became more and more frustrated. Time and time again, Song Jixin, who never believed in ghosts and gods, was so angry that he threw it away in a rage. When they arrived at Chen Ping'an's yard, they never expected that Song Jixin would see the four-legged snake curled up under his bed the next day.
Song Jixin noticed the girl tugging on his sleeve.
The young man had a clear connection with her, and he subconsciously swallowed the words that were on his lips again.
What he wanted to say was that the extremely ugly four-legged snake had a bulge on its forehead recently, like a horn on its head.
Song Jixin changed his words and said, "Zhigui and I may have to leave here next month."
Chen Pingan sighed, "Be careful on the road."
Song Jixin half-truthfully said, "There are some items that I definitely won't be able to move away. Don't steal things unscrupulously while my house is empty."
Chen Pingan shook his head.
Song Jixin suddenly burst into laughter, tapped Chen Ping'an with his finger, and said with a playful smile: "You are as timid as a mouse, no wonder you have no noble son from a poor family. Not to mention that you have been bullied by others in this life, and you may not be able to escape in the next life."
Chen Pingan remained silent.
They each returned to the house. Chen Pingan closed the door and lay on the hard wooden bed. The poor boy closed his eyes and murmured in a low voice: "Peace in pieces, peace every year, peace in pieces, peace every year..." Jianlai's address:
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