Everyone's life is different.

Just like Xiang Yu was running around and Chen Ke was firing porcelain.

The temperature in the kiln began to rise gradually, and the craftsmen standing there silently stood there, firing according to what Chen Ke had ordered.

Some sweat slowly appeared on Chen Ke's forehead.

He subconsciously wiped his sweat. Chen Ping hurriedly said, "Shao Mansion, why not let's go out and wait?"

"The temperature here is higher, so I feel a little uncomfortable."

Chen Ke did not refute, nodded, and walked outside, where he had already prepared a recliner for him.

Lying on the chair, a maid picked up a small fan and began to flash the wind for Chen Ke.

The temperature in late September is still high.

Autumn tiger, autumn tiger.

Although it is already autumn, the sultry weather, coupled with the autumn wind that appears from time to time, really makes people feel uncomfortable.

What's more, there is no air conditioner at this time, so you can't use too much ice.

"Boom--"

The fire and temperature in the kiln are rising not far away, and the craftsmen are also careful.

Chen Ping stood beside Chen Ke, respectfully.

"Shaofu, how can this "porcelain" be used?"

He was indeed simply curious.

Is porcelain that sounds like pottery really much better than pottery?

Chen Ke nodded randomly and yawned silently.

"When the fire is done, you will know."

"The porcelain I asked him to fire is a more elegant type, called "white porcelain."

"There are many types of porcelain, but they need to slowly burn it in their lives."

"Exquisite porcelain can replace bronze ware, while slightly thicker porcelain can replace pottery, which is more useful than pottery."

"At that time, after His Majesty agrees to the crude porcelain method, I can give the Manufacturing Department a little more income."

"As for the firing method of white porcelain, etc., it can only be from Shaofu."

Chen Ke glanced at Chen Ping standing aside: "Do you understand?"

Chen Ping nodded quickly.

Of course he understands it.

The Shaofu is considered His Majesty’s private institution, and the Shaofu also manages money for His Majesty. Things like Baici must be used by His Majesty.

Even if it is a little bit again, it will generate income for the emperor...

It is already good for the Shaofu to think of them and give them an opportunity to generate income.

"Thank you, Shaofu."

"Chen Ping must not forget the kindness of the young mansion."

This is the case when you throw a stone to ask for directions.

Chen Ke just glanced at Chen Ping, then smiled and said, "Why thank me? Thank you Your Majesty."

He stretched: "The kiln opened last night is now noon."

"You go and take a look, is it almost time to leave the kiln?"

Chen Ping hurriedly said, "Here."

After receiving the order, Chen Ping turned around and headed towards the kiln not far away.

Before he could reach the kiln gate, he heard a series of exclamations coming from inside.

At this time, Chen Ke also stood up.

With this exclamation, the white porcelain was probably burned out.

The craftsman walked out with a snow-white porcelain teacup with an incredible look on his face.

His eyes were staring at the teacup as if this was a god in heaven.

indeed.

The porcelain at this time was still relatively rough, and most of them were pottery.

Although a few bronzes are exquisite, they do not have the feeling of being as white as snow, noble and elegant.

"Shaofu, the common people fulfilled their mission and successfully fired this "white porcelain".

Chen Ke looked at the white porcelain held by the craftsman, and felt a little emotion in his heart.

"Porcelain."

porcelain!

The three most famous things in ancient China were porcelain, silk, and tea.

Now, one of the *******s in China has been created by Chen Ke. [Note 1]: The call is to prevent river crabs.

"good!"

Chen Ke picked up the white porcelain in his hand and turned his head to look at Chen Ping.

“Three things.”

"First, pick out the best nine pieces of white porcelain burned this time, and put them in the sandalwood box."

"Secondly, reward this craftsman with a daughter."

"Third, let me see this method, no one is allowed to approach this craftsman, nor is no one is allowed to approach that kiln!"

Chen Ping looked at the white porcelain in his hand and quickly reacted.

Immediately answered: "Now."

Chen Ke turned his head and looked at the craftsman with a serious expression.

"You must have heard what I said just now."

"This thing is of great importance, you must keep it confidential."

"When I meet Your Majesty, I will definitely report your contribution to you. Your Majesty's reward will not be less than that of our mansion."

"And after more than ten years, you can hand over this craft to your children. Then your family will have a family-born craft that can be relied on to make a living."

Chen Ke said meaningfully: "Don't forget the long-term interests because of temporary small profits."

The craftsman of course knew the seriousness of this matter and immediately accepted it and bowed.

"Xiaomin understands!"

"Please rest assured that Xiaomin will never dare to do anything to betray His Majesty, the Qin Dynasty, or the Shaofu!"

Chen Ke nodded, then turned around and left.

............

Between the mountain villages, above the small altar.

An old woman wearing strange clothes stood on the altar, holding something in her hands and applying bright paint to her face.

There were things in front of her, with a little bloody smell on them.

The bright red blood echoed each other with the things on her forehead, and suddenly, a drum sounded.

Xiang Yu was naked and looked serious, kneeling in the mountains.

He faced the mountains, and then the Chu people around him knelt on one knee on the ground, singing an ancient and magnificent style of poetry.

"The auspicious day is good, and the emperor is happy—"

"Put the long sword and the jade ears, and the clanging sound and the lingering are lingering--"

...........

"There are beautiful clothes, and the beautiful flowers are fragrant and the hall is full of—"

"The five sounds are full of complexity, and you are happy and happy—"

The song of Jiuge-Donghuang Taiyi sounded, and the ancient and somewhat difficult-to-mouth Chu language was shouting in the mouths of the "witch" and the many people of Chu, Xiang Yu.

The ritual of sacrifice lasted for a long time, but Xiang Yu felt that the blood on his body was about to be cold.

When raindrops fell on the sky, everything was over.

The witch waved the staff in her hand, and the mask on her face revealed treacherousness.

"Witch"'s voice was hoarse.
To be continued...