Fox Road Travel Notes

Chen Zifu and Yang Jiaoyu looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

Obviously, none of them had heard of the name Jinshengtang.

"Oh?"

Yang Jiaoyu twisted his beard and nodded: "If my prediction is correct, this should be the store number of the furniture kiln."

After Wanli in the Ming Dynasty, there were fewer official kilns in Jingdezhen, the porcelain capital, while private kilns sprung up in countless numbers.

Knowledge has also become diverse.

Regardless of the cookie-cutter combination of year number and store number, it is extremely difficult for ordinary people to identify it.

"Exactly."

Chen Zican nodded: "The founder of Jinshengtang originally lived in Huguang and was a master of Liling porcelain making."

"In the second year of Shunzhi, General Pingnan attacked Yuezhou, so they moved their family south and reopened the porcelain kiln in Jingdezhen. They named it "Jinshengtang" and used the flying fish monogram as the inscription."

"In the third year of Shunzhi, the army pacified the southeast, the Longwu court was destroyed, and there has been no news from Jinshengtang since then."

Chen Zican pointed at the rubbings and counted the treasures from his family. His words were clear and logical, and everyone in the hall nodded.

Chen Zifu seemed to have some realization: "In other words, the Jinshengtang and Feiyu inscriptions only existed for a short year?"

"One year and five months."

Chen Zican nodded: "Any porcelain with the Jinshengtang mark could only have been produced five years ago, that is, between May of the second year of Shunzhi and October of the third year!"

Chen Zifu frowned: "This rubbing, could it be——"

"Your Excellency is wise!"

Chen Zican said loudly: "This rubbing comes from Cihang Temple."

"That's the Guanyin that Min Xiaozi enshrined in the temple!"

Chen Zican stared at Min Jingzong with a sarcastic look on his face.

"The one who is said to have been taught by the divine monk. When he traveled to Tianzhu thirty years ago, he opened the light in front of the Buddha, prayed sincerely, and answered all requests!"

Min Jingzong roared, broke away from the two government officials who were guarding him, and rushed towards Chen Zican.

Gritting his teeth and making a "hehe" sound in his mouth, he was like a mad dog.

Chen Zican's expression changed and he hurriedly retreated.

Liu Er next to him tried to push him away, but was knocked to the ground by Min Jingzong.

At this time, Min Jingzong's eyes were bloodshot and his face showed blue veins. His originally thin body seemed to contain endless strange power.

He looked at Chen Zican and let out another heart-rending roar. He bared his fangs and opened his arms to pounce again...

Chen Zifu was shocked and turned pale. He repeatedly ordered the government officials to step forward to stop him.

In desperation, he grabbed the gavel on the public case and threw it towards Min Jingzong.

There was a "bang" sound, right in the forehead.

Immediately, blood donations poured out.

Min Jingzong slowly turned around and looked at Chen Zifu, as if he was completely unaware of the injury on his head.

His expression was ferocious, with blood all over his head and face. The government officials around him were frightened by his madness. In their panic, no one dared to get close...

Suddenly, he burst out laughing, his white teeth stained with blood, looking particularly sad.

"You guys, if you don't make it easy for me, don't even think about it!"

"Wait, wait, someone will avenge me, take revenge!"

He pointed at everyone in the hall one by one: "You, you, you, and you..."

"Everyone will die badly! Haha——"

Before he could finish speaking, Liu Er had already stood up, grabbed a water and fire stick, rounded it and swept it away.

With a "plop" sound, Min Jingzong's right leg was broken and he fell to the ground screaming.

Chen Zifu had just recovered from his shock and shouted angrily: "Get up!"

Immediately, two government officials rushed forward with long shackles, twisted his arms, and put him in the wooden shackles.

Min Jingzong did not resist at this time, but sneered "haha".

He looked at his brother with concern and felt relieved when he saw that he was not injured.

Instruct Liu Er to immediately send someone to Cihang Temple to get the Guanyin statue as evidence.

Then he said to Yang Jiaoyu: "Brother Yang, this Min Jingzong's crime is extremely heinous, and the evidence is conclusive."

"If the imperial court's decree comes down to pay tribute, this matter will definitely be laughed at by everyone in the world."

"You, me, and everyone in the county school will inevitably suffer the consequences of being a fish in a pond."

"I'm afraid even Xuetai Futai will be implicated for this plan..."

The two discussed it and went about their business.

Chen Zifu ordered that Min Jingzong be temporarily imprisoned and announce his resignation.

The madness in Min Jingzong's eyes had dissipated, and all that was left was the gray, dead air.

He knew that this time, no one would stop him.

Such a shocking case, if you get even the slightest hint of it, you may lose your head.

As he was being dragged away, he raised his head and tried to find the pair of eyes that had given him hope in the sea of ​​people.

He saw countless pairs of eyes.

Some with ridicule, some with contempt, some with contempt, some with contempt...

However, those eyes, as cold as snakes and scorpions, as calm as the deep sea, seemed to have never appeared in the crowd before.

He began to suspect that he was just experiencing a dream.

A nightmare, a dream.

No matter how good your dream is, how miserable your dream will be.

Looking through the annals of history, we will see how many filial sons like him, from rural villagers to Tianting, were granted official titles, enjoyed unparalleled honors and favors, and even left their names in history.

And he just hopes to enter the Imperial College and be a small tribute student.

He really never thought about becoming famous or becoming an official!

He is thin, he is humble, and he does not have high ideals.

He had been bullied a lot since childhood, and he just wanted to have this skin and become a person like Qi Dalang that everyone was afraid of and no one dared to mess with.

Is he going too far?

He felt that he was not excessive.

His ancestral home is Nanzhili, and there has always been a story in his family about a filial son cutting off his liver to feed his mother.

It is said that the ancestor of the Min family, Min Huai, was a refugee who fled famine in Shanxi to Neiqiu during the Chenghua period.

He had no family or job in the local area, like a rootless duckweed, living as a servant.

Later, his mother was seriously ill and told him that she just wanted to drink quail soup.

It was freezing cold and there was no place to look for quail.

This ancestor heard that human liver is delicious and resembles quail.

So he opened his chest and cut off his liver.

Looking at the hollow chest, he grabbed a handful of weeds and stuffed it in, then went to the stove to cook a bowl of human liver soup.

However, his mother still passed away, but Min Huai survived.

The village elder heard about his deeds and quickly reported to the county.

The county magistrate came to visit him personally and then reported the matter to each level.

The emperor sent an imperial envoy to deliver a golden plaque reading "Xiaogan Heaven and Earth" to the Min family. He also ordered local officials to choose a place for settlement and built a tall and towering archway at the entrance of the village...

That archway still stands in his memory.

Min Jingzong forgot how old he was when he heard this story. Three years old? Or two years old?

I’ve forgotten how many times I’ve heard it, a hundred times? Or a thousand times?

When Qi Dalang proposed this plan of saving his father's heart and impressing the gods, and then having Qi Fuzi recommend him as a junior citizen, and then ask for tribute, he immediately remembered the story he had heard countless times.

Although, every time he thinks of this story, what he feels is not the tenderness between mother and son.

But fear, fear that goes deep into the bone marrow...

There seemed to be a cold voice that came from ancient times and shook his heart.

"My beloved, my beloved concubine, has recently suffered from heartache. I heard that you have a delicate heart with seven orifices, and eating it can heal your heart ailments."

"My beloved concubine is your concubine..."

He never dared to ask, who was it that told his ancestors that liver tastes like quail?

I didn’t dare to ask if the handful of weeds stuffed into my chest kept growing.

Fill his body with seeds, root into his blood...

Perhaps, in his blood, there is also a desire to win, and there is also a seed left by his ancestors!