After Chen Pingan returned to the yard, his eyelids kept twitching, with his left eye twitching for wealth and his right eye twitching for disaster.

So Chen Pingan sat on the threshold and began to imagine that he was drawing blanks with his hands in the air. Soon the straw-shoe boy entered a state of selflessness. Being diligent as a young man is one thing, and it is also very important to be able to bear hunger, so Chen Pingan developed a

The habit of drawing out the porcelain when something is on your mind. When it comes to firing porcelain, God's will is the most important thing, because before the kiln is opened, no one knows whether the glaze color and shape of a piece of porcelain will suit your heart in the end. You can only leave it to God. But before firing the kiln, drawing

The blank is undoubtedly the top priority, but Chen Pingan is considered by old man Yao to have poor qualifications and mostly does physical work of clay training. Chen Pingan can only watch carefully from the side, and then practice clay by himself, pull the blank by himself, and find

Feel.

The sound of the wood door opening was heard in the yard next door. It turned out that Song Jixin was returning from the school with his maid Zhigui. The handsome young man sprinted and easily stepped onto the low wall. After squatting down, he released his palms and found that they were filled with pebbles the size of fingernails.

, in various colors, such as mutton fat, green beans, white lotus root, etc. This kind of worthless stone comes in different sizes and can be seen everywhere in the creek beach of the town. Among them, a bright red stone that looks like chicken blood is the most popular.

Fortunately, Mr. Qi of the school carved a seal for his disciple Zhao Yao. Song Jixin thought he was very popular and wanted to exchange things with that guy several times, but the other guy refused.

Song Jixin threw a stone, which was not very strong, and hit Chen Ping'an on the chest, but the latter remained indifferent.

Throw it again, this time it hits the straw-shoe boy on the forehead, but Chen Ping'an still remains unmoved.

Song Jixin was not surprised by this, and he threw seven or eight stones in a handful. Although Song Jixin intended to make Chen Pingan suffer and distract him, he still did not hit Chen Pingan's arm directly.

Because Song Jixin felt that this would be an unwinnable victory.

After Song Jixin threw the stones, he clapped his palms. Chen Pingan took a long breath, shook his wrist, ignored Song Jixin at all, thought for a while, lowered his head, and held the five fingers of his left hand like a knife.

Among the old potters in the small town, the skill of jumping with a knife is not considered a unique skill, but Lao Yaotou's technique of jumping with a knife will give a thumbs up to everyone who sees it.

Old Yaotou took in several apprentices, but he could never really satisfy the old man. Only when he got to Liu Xianyang did he think he had found someone who could inherit the mantle. When Liu Xianyang was practicing in the past, Chen Pingan would squat aside and exert his strength as long as he had nothing to do.

Staring.

Liu Xianyang had the best reputation, and only knew that Chen Ping'an was tight-lipped, so he often used Lao Yao's secret formula to scare the latter, such as "If you want the knife's path to be steady, your hand must not be rigidly steady. In the final analysis, it is

Be calm."

But when Chen Ping'an asked what a stable heart meant, Liu Xianyang was confused.

Song Jixin watched it for a while and found it boring, so he jumped off the wall and entered the house.

The maid Zhigui stood by the wall. If she had not tiptoed, the upper half of her face would have been exposed. Even so, it was already vaguely obvious that the girl was a beautiful woman.

She thought for a while, then stood on tiptoes, her eyes fell around the poor boy, and finally found two favorite stones on the ground. One was scarlet and translucent, and the other was snow-white. Both of them were thrown away by her son-in-law.

of.

She hesitated for a moment, lowered her voice, and said timidly: "Chen Pingan, can you help me pick up those two stones? I really like it."

Chen Ping'an slowly raised his head, his hand movement did not stop, it was still very steady, and his eyes signaled her to wait a moment.

Zhigui smiled brightly, like the first green buds on the branches after spring, extremely beautiful.

It's just that the young man had already lowered his head and missed this moving scene.

The corners of her mouth were raised, and her eyes were sparkling, as if there were tiny living things swimming leisurely in them.

When Chen Pingan stopped what he was doing and asked which two stones they were, the eyes of the maid Zhigui returned to normal, as before, as soft as spring mud after the rain.

Chen Pingan picked up the two stones in the direction her fingers pointed and walked to the wall. As soon as she raised her hand, the boy in straw sandals had already placed the stones on the wall.

She picked up two stones and held them tightly in her hands.

Anyone who is interested in searching for this thing deliberately is looking for a needle in a haystack, which is rare to find in ten years.

Even if you don't mean it, a destined person is like a piece of junk on the street. You can easily get it. It all depends on your mood.

Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Aren't you afraid of slugs blocking your door and scolding you for a long time?"

She didn't admit that her son stole other people's things, but she didn't seem to have the shame to deny the fact, so she just smiled and said nothing.

There lived a mother and son in Mubo Alley. Their fighting skills were unrivaled in the town, and only Song Jixin could compete with them. Among them, the child was particularly naughty, with two slugs hanging around all year round, and he liked to go to the creek.

He fished in the beach and picked up stones. The fish he caught were kept in a large water tank, and the stones were piled next to the water tank. Song Jixin liked to mess with this little thorn, and he would pick up a few of them every now and then.

The pebbles can't be seen for a day or two, but Song Jixin can't stand it and often touches them away. Once the child confirms that he is missing the treasure, his hair will explode, like a little wild cat that has stepped on its tail, and can scold him outside the courtyard gate.

For an hour, his mother never tried to dissuade her, but instead fanned the flames, deliberately revealing that Song Jixin was the illegitimate son of the former superintendent. She made Song Jixin so angry several times that he almost died.

Carrying a bench and going out to fight, the maid Zhigui tried hard to stop him.

Suddenly, a sharp voice sounded, "Song Jixin, Song Jixin, come and catch the traitor. Your maid and Chen Ping'an are flirting with each other. It's obvious that they are hooking up! If you don't care about your maid, maybe tonight she will

So he climbed over the wall and knocked on Chen Pingan's door! Get out quickly, tusk tusk, Chen Pingan's hands even touched that little girl's face. Didn't you see that Chen Pingan laughed so disgustingly..."

Song Jixin did not show up at all, and shouted directly in the room: "What is this? I saw Chen Pingan and your mother having a fight last night. After I caught him, Chen Pingan took his paws off your mother's collar."

I pulled it out with all my strength. It’s your mother’s fault too. Her place is so spectacular and plump. Poor Chen Ping’an is so tired that he is sweating..."

Someone in the alley kicked the door of Song Jixin's courtyard fiercely and said angrily: "Song Jixin, come out and challenge! If you lose, you give me Zhigui as a maid, and you will feed me, make a bed, and wash my feet every day!"

If I lose, I will give Chen Ping'an to you as a handyman, what do you think? I'll ask you if you dare, anyway, whoever dares will be a coward!"

In the room, Song Jixin lazily said: "Go and cool down! Your father, I looked through the almanac. Today is not a good time to spank my son. Gu Can, you are lucky!"

The child outside the house banged on the door hard, "Zhigui, how frustrating it is for you to follow such a naughty young master. You should just run away with Liu Xianyang. Anyway, that stupid guy looks at you as if he wants to eat you."

The maid Zhigui turned around and walked towards the house.

In the house, Song Jixin was carefully wiping an emerald green gourd. It was an old object of unknown age and one of the "family properties" left by Mr. Song. Song Jixin didn't pay attention to it at first, but later he accidentally discovered that every time there was a thunderstorm,

The gourd was buzzing, but after Song Jixin took off the lid, no matter how much he shook it, nothing slipped out. He poured water and sand into the gourd, but when he poured it out, it was still water and sand, not much at all.

Quite a bit. Song Jixin was really at his wits end. In addition, he was once scolded by Gu Can's aggressive mother outside the house, who told her that he was an illegitimate child with a mother and no father. He was so upset that Song Jixin took a knife to him.

He slashed at the gourd, and the result made the young man stunned. The blade had been rolled over, but the gourd was still intact, leaving no trace at all.

A letter burned by Song Jixin in the early years wrote: "The gold, silver and copper coins that the government office moved to the small courtyard will ensure that you, master and servant, will have enough food and clothing. In your spare time, you can collect some antiques that you are pleased to see. Quan

You should cultivate your temperament. Even though the town is small, coarse food can nourish your stomach, books can nourish your energy, scenery can nourish your eyes, and loneliness can nourish your heart. From today on, you should obey fate in everything you do and wait for the dragon to hide in the abyss, and you will be blessed in the future."

Although Song Jixin resented that man, he didn't want to spend too much money. In a small town with simple folk customs, it was difficult to spend money lavishly. Over the years, Song Jixin really fell in love with the rag collecting business.

There was a large red lacquer box filled with odd things like emerald green gourds. However, Song Jixin had a mysterious and mysterious intuition. There were more than 30 objects in a large box of all kinds. This gourd was the most valuable, and then there was a

The rusty purple gold bell swayed, and it was clear that the hanging weight was hitting the inner wall. It should have made a crisp sound, but it was silent, which made Song Jixin feel horrified and surprised. Finally, there was a "

Song Jixin liked the "mandrill" simple teapot and other items only superficially, and it was not love at first sight.

A child named Gu Can stood outside the door, cursing and getting angry.

Not long after, the scolding stopped abruptly.

Then Chen Ping'an saw the guy suddenly push open the door to his courtyard, with a face full of panic. After bolting the door, he squatted beside the door and kept winking to himself, asking him to squat next to him.

Chen Ping'an didn't know what was going on, but he ran to the child's side, squatted down, and asked softly: "Gu Can, what are you doing? Did you make your mother angry again?"

The child sniffed hard and lowered his voice: "Chen Pingan, let me tell you, I just met a weirdo. The white bowl in his hand could keep pouring water. Look, it's only so big.

Bowl, I saw him pouring water for an hour with my own eyes! When that guy passed by the entrance of our Mud Bottle Alley just now, he seemed to have stopped. Did he see me? It was so miserable..."

The child showed the size of the white bowl with both hands, then patted his chest and said with emotion: "Song Jixin's father was really scared to death."

Chen Pingan asked: "You mean the storyteller under the locust tree?"

The child nodded vigorously, "No, the old man's hands don't have much strength, and even I can't lift it, but that broken bowl is really scary, very scary!"

The child suddenly grabbed Chen Pingan's arm and said, "Chen Pingan, I really didn't lie to you this time! I can swear that if I lie to you, Song Jixin will die badly!"

Chen Pingan raised a finger and made a silent gesture.

The child shut up immediately.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, gradually rising and falling.

One thing brings down another thing.

The child, who was originally fearless, sat down on the ground and wiped his face randomly with his hands. His face turned pale. It was obvious that this slug named Gu Can was really scared to death.

The child suddenly asked: "Chen Ping'an, that guy didn't go to my house, right? What should I do?"

Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "I'll go back to your house with you?"

The child was probably waiting for Chen Pingan's words. He stood up suddenly, sat down slumped, and said with a sad face: "Chen Pingan, my legs are so weak that I can't walk."

Chen Ping'an stood up, bent down and grabbed the child's back collar, carried the child with one hand, opened the door latch with the other, and walked out of the yard.

The child's home was not far from here, only about a hundred steps away. As expected, Gu Can saw the old man in his yard, and his mother even brought a stool for the old man.

At that moment, the child felt that the sky was falling, so he chose to hide behind Chen Pingan and let the taller man go up.

Chen Ping'an did not disappoint the child and protected him intentionally or unintentionally.

When the naughty boy Gu Can held Chen Ping'an's sleeve, he immediately became filled with pride for no reason.

The old man didn't care about this. He sat on the bench and thought about it for a while. The white bowl in his hand disappeared out of thin air.

Gu Can's legs immediately became weak again, and he hid behind Chen Ping'an, trembling.

The old man glanced at the surprisingly calm-looking country woman, then at the frowning straw-shoe boy, and finally said to the shrinking child: "Little kid, do you know what's in your water tank?"

The child shouted behind Chen Pingan: "What else is there? The fish, shrimps and crabs I caught from the stream, and the loaches and eels caught in the fields! If you like it, just take it away. You're welcome..."

The child's voice is getting lower and lower, obviously he lacks confidence.

The woman smoothed her hair from her temples, looked at Chen Pingan, and said softly: "Peace."
To be continued...