"No, it's still far away!"

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

However, it was only primitive porcelain, and it was not his innovative invention. Since the Shang and Zhou dynasties, the Chinese ancestors have learned to use rock powder and mud to make clay glaze to decorate pottery, and if they encounter a high temperature of more than 1,000 degrees in the kiln, they can fire the original porcelain with a vitrified surface.

Therefore, this thing was occasionally produced in the Spring and Autumn Period, but it did not form a scale, and it was not summed up by the potters that they could get it by chance because of the blessing of Emperor Yao of the Tao Tang Dynasty.

But Wuxian knows that in fact, how can it be so mysterious, but it is just the temperature in the kiln, the raw materials for embryo making, and the glaze.

In his previous life, he also accompanied his sister to the pottery class for a few days, although the skills are not good, but the theory also knows a rough idea.

Although he was carefully prepared this time, the reason why he did not burn the porcelain he hoped for was that the glaze was not used properly, and the color of the temporarily blended earthen glaze was dull.

The second is that the furnace temperature is not enough, the so-called pottery must be good, the fire must be obtained, the firewood can only reach about 1,000 degrees, but if you want to burn real porcelain, you have to be 1,300 or 400 degrees to be qualified. Due to the temporary construction of the kiln, the temperature control ability is poor, and the glaze color is different and uniform, so the glaze color on the utensils is different.

It is enough for him to use these primitive ceramics for his own use or to fool the people in the countryside, but it is far from enough to sell them to the discerning nobles and become elegant.

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

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 green as jade, bright as a mirror, and the sound is like a chime." Only then can it be packaged as a luxury product, and it can be broken into the daily life of the Jin Kingdom and even the upper nobles of Zhuxia to make profits.

In fact, even if it is primitive porcelain, the quality and beauty are far better than ordinary black pottery, painted pottery, and white pottery. It is certainly a good idea to use primitive porcelain to attack the pottery market, but there is currently only one Chengyi in Wuxi, and the scale of kilns and manpower is limited, so it cannot reach the number of small profits and quick turnover.

Scarcity is expensive, and a small amount of high-grade porcelain hits the paint market, which is the real goal of Wuxi!

Because the cost of porcelain is only one-tenth of that of lacquer and bronze, or even one-twentieth of it! And it is easier to make, which is also the reason why lacquerware and bronze ware were gradually eliminated from the field of vision by porcelain after the Wei and Jin dynasties.

Therefore, this plan can not only generate income for Chengyi, but also disgust the Fan family who arbitrarily make and sell pottery and lacquerware.

Why not?

The small clans and merchants of the Jin Kingdom would be afraid of the ruling Fan Marting, but the Zhao clan would not.

Fan's craftsman, he beat it, Fan's second son, he also beat it. What's more, although he started his own business in Chengyi, he was still under the protection of Zhao Ying's wings, which forced the tyrannical gentleman who dared to open a film with the Fan family!

After taking the line of Zigong, the seller basically solved it, just waiting for him to make suitable goods. However, if you want to get a product that you are satisfied with, the composition of the glaze has to be studied again, and the temperature of the firewood cannot be increased, I am afraid that it will have to be replaced with a more efficient fuel.

Zhao Wuxian looked at the swarthy mountain rock in the distance, thoughtful.

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The weather in mid-April is changing, and it is clear that yesterday was a clear sky, but today it is gloomy, and the black and oppressive clouds are shrouded in the sky over Chengyi, as if a huge storm is about to fall.

On the watchtower of Cheng's manor, half a year later, because of the pain of losing his son and splitting the clan, the old Cheng Weng, who had all white hair, looked at the cloudy sky, and the corners of his shriveled mouth showed a crazy smile.

He threw away the dove staff and raised his hands high: "It's not in vain that I pray to the Emperor of Heaven every day, go down, go down!" A storm, a hailstorm! Let Zhao Wuxian have no grain! Revenge for my sons and my people! ”

God seemed to hear his call, and the dark clouds rolled even harder, and at the same time, from the direction of the Xiangsi, there was also the sound of "clang" golden drums!

Except for the Chengxiang Manor, which did not grow winter wheat, all the people in the remaining six miles, regardless of men, women, old and children, were organized by the township Sima and the Lixu patriarchs, and they went out in unison. If it is too late to harvest the wheat before the storm comes, the hard work of half a year will be in vain!

The copper sickle was an extremely valuable item in this era, and most people still had a stone sickle in their hands.

This long, curved blade harvesting tool has a history of thousands of years, and its shape is not much different from that of later generations of iron sickles. But the sharpness is not enough, and when it is cut on the wheat stalks, it has to be cut back and forth a few times. So even though everyone worked hard and was tired and sweaty, it wasn't very efficient.

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

In Sangli, using the original farming method, the mulberry sheep who had been planting the "control group" for half a year stretched out their calloused hands, felt the direction of the wind and the humidity in the air, and said such a sentence heavily.

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

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

He didn't care about it at this time, and arranged for his children and grandchildren to say, "Go!" Bring the copper sickle at home, and you will also help the countrymen cut wheat! ”

"Ah Weng, why bother, if the heavy rain makes the wheat harvest of the village slaughtered, isn't that bet won by you?" A grandson who was usually close to the Cheng clan stood aside and muttered.

Boom! Sang Yangweng turned around and kicked him, scolding angrily: "What kind of bastard is this? At the beginning, I opposed the gentleman's method of winter planting instead of the field, not because I was afraid that this method would be useless, and in the end it would destroy the field. Now that the gentleman is well governed, the harvest is imminent, I will lose if I lose, but it is too late to be happy in my heart, how can I have such a mind! If you dare to talk nonsense, you will be expelled from the clan! ”

While he was scolding, his other grandson pulled his arm from behind: "Ah Weng, Ah Weng, look at the village temple!" ”

Sang Yang Weng looked back, but saw that there were dense black spots flowing outside the village temple, and after a while, two regular phalanxes were assembled on the threshing floor.

He grinned and said, "It's Zhao Bing and the villagers, it seems that the gentleman has been prepared, and the wheat of the countrymen has been saved." ”

Zhao Wuxian stood on the threshing floor, also frowning and looking at the sky, and behind him, the sheep tongue who had taken off his armor and reported: "Gentleman, the main guards have been assembled, and they have all been ordered by you, and everyone has a blade. ”

Zhao Wuxian nodded slightly, the rain had not yet fallen, hoping that it would be too late.

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

"I have heard a saying, raise soldiers for a thousand days, use soldiers for a while, I won't say anything today, if you want to eat fresh wheat food this month, take the blades in your hands and help the people to harvest wheat!"

Under the leadership of Tian Ben and others, more than 200 people shouted in Qishan: "I am willing to die for the Lord!" ”

"Death? This time, it's just a matter of putting your heads down and doing your best. ”

So, after Zhao Wuxian's order, two hundred guards went into battle lightly, and under the shouts of the two horses, they entered the public field by two. They went down to the field, brushed aside the layers of wheat, drew out their swords and halberds, and reaped the wheat.

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

Zhao Wuxian's hand habitually wanted to touch the copper sword on his waist, but found that it was not suspended.

He shook his head helplessly and said: "If the superior wants the territory to be as safe as a rock, what he relies on is nothing more than corn, and this makes no difference whether he is in power Yao Shun or Ji Xuan. Please go and tell the villagers and the people that the three elders have been killed in the temple to sacrifice Yunzhongjun, and today, the rain will not fall! ”

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