Is he teasing me

Chapter 138 Monument (Important)
The body of the stele is pitch-black, and the engraved fonts are gray. The surface of the stele is very smooth, but it cannot be called smooth. There are some traces of wind and rain erosion on the stone with the naked eye.

The characters on the stele are carved in regular script, with an inscription at the top of the tablet. The calligraphy is neat and strong:

"The confluence of rivers and rivers is broad, the mountains are high and the soil is high, the actions call for diligence, the industry encourages sincerity, the romantic memory, and the virtuous model."

There is an empty paragraph below, and then there are those sixteen names, all of which are surnamed Xiao, eight of which only have first names, and the other eight have font sizes, and the information of the owner's death year is engraved on the lower left of the names:
Xiao Yantang, who died in the second year of Chunxi,
Xiao Jiliu, who died in Jiading ten years ago,
……

Xiao Yingquan, courtesy name Jingu, died in the seventh year of Yongle,
Xiao Yuhong, died in the [-]th year of Jiajing,
……

Xiao Tingdi, named Ziqing, died in the [-]th year of Qianlong.

Xiao Fuchi, courtesy name Xizhi, died in the first year of Xuantong,
Xiao Jusha died in the ninth year of the Republic of China.

Zhang Moyan came to his senses, this is the memorial tablet of the ancestors of the Xiao family!
Realizing this, she couldn't help shaking her hands and took a step back.

"Offensive offense!" Hastily clasped his hands at 90 degrees and bowed three times, because he was holding a flashlight in his hand, and the light source dazzled the room.

"Mr. Xiao, is this your family's ancestral hall?"

Xiao Xingyu, who was watching the stele quietly, came back to his senses, and said lightly: "It doesn't count."

Zhang Moyan was surprised at first, then nodded.

Because of her work, she has visited folk ancestral halls in some areas of Zhejiang and Guangdong. They are all exquisitely decorated, magnificent, and rich in offerings. Unlike here, they are solemn and cold, and even a little depressing.

"That's right," Zhang Moyan's gaze rested on those names, and he muttered to himself, "Your Xiao family is an ancient porcelain gate with a long history. If it was an ancestral hall, how come there are only a dozen names."

"Then who are they?" The little aunt asked while hugging Xiao Xingyu's neck.

The surroundings are very quiet, and the clear child's voice is like a small stone thrown into a quiet and waveless deep pool, making a ding-dong sound, causing ripples in circles.

Xiao Xingyu raised his head and stared at those names without saying a word.Zhang Moyan looked sideways at him, his eyebrows seemed to be frowning, and he seemed to sigh from the shape of his mouth, but it was inaudible.

"They are the same as the old man, they are people who happened to be able to burn azure glazed porcelain in their lifetime," Xiao Xingyu took a breath, and let it out with this breath, he said, "They are all the best craftsmen of our Xiao family! "

"It's someone who happened to be able to burn azure-glazed porcelain before he was alive." Zhang Moyan repeated this sentence word by word, her heart beat uncontrollably faster, and her eyes returned to this pitch-black stone tablet, deeply shocked .

No wonder there are only a dozen names on the monument!

No wonder the year of death above spans so many dynasties!
No wonder the characters on the stele are all in italics, but upon closer inspection, they are different handwritings!

No wonder there is still a large space on this stele...

The little aunt was too shocked to speak. Although she was still young, as a member of the Xiao family, she certainly knew how important it was to make azure glazed porcelain.

"There are so many people..." After a long while, the little grandma exclaimed, "I thought only Guotao had this ability in the world!"

"Is there a lot?" Xiao Xingyu shook his head lightly, "There are only [-] people out in more than [-] years, how can it be called too many?"

His tone was heavy, very different from usual, the little aunt seemed to feel his state of mind, and stopped making a sound.

In the huge mountain hall, there was only the sound of three people breathing.

Zhang Moyan slowly looked at the time-honored monument in front of him, and watched the names flow by in front of his eyes. In his mind, a grand picture scroll of the ancestors who went forward and devoted themselves to the great cause slowly unfolded from static to dynamic.

When you close your eyes, you can see generations of skilled craftsmen shouldering their missions, struggling, facing up to difficulties, and going forward courageously in the uncertain and stormy millennium.

The torrent of time has blown away these once fresh lives like a gust of wind, but the stone tablet in front of him has lifted everything up again.

These lives that have been worked hard and passed away are firmly tied here, and will never be scattered again.

Here, the souls who have struggled for the revival of azure glazed porcelain for nine hundred years have been cast together!
Zhang Moyan's eyes were moist, and there seemed to be a thousand words rolling in his chest, but in the end it only turned into one sentence: "Some things, when you are persistent to the great, you will be shocked!"

Her voice was choked up: "It's not easy!" She couldn't help reaching out to touch these names, but finally took them back because of too high and deep reverence.

"Moyan, why are you crying?" The little aunt tilted her head and looked at Zhang Moyan curiously.

Only then did Zhang Moyan realize that tears were streaming down her face, she hurriedly turned her face away, and wiped away the tears with the back of her hand.

"Moyan, why are you crying?" the little aunt asked persistently, and Xiao Xingyu's eyes were fixed on her.

Zhang Moyan lowered her head and sniffed: "It's just...so distressing."

"Distressed?" The little aunt didn't seem to understand, "Do you feel sorry for me? My legs don't hurt anymore, so stop crying!"

"Yes." He agreed, but the tears still fell.

Holding back the unprepared burst of tears, trying to hold back the tears, a pair of big hands gently patted the back.

Zhang Moyan raised her head and met Xiao Xingyu's comforting gaze.The man's peach blossom eyes are slightly raised, and there is a gentle color in the black and bright pupils, which is simply seductive.

"Although we haven't uncovered the mysteries of celadon glazed porcelain, we have been living a good life, living and working in peace and contentment, with ample food and clothing, and full of children and grandchildren." He slightly rolled his eyes.

It was as if he knew why she was crying, so he relieved her so much.

Indeed, Zhang Moyan was so distressed that he cried. What hurts is that the coloring mechanism of celadon glazed porcelain is still a difficult problem in the world. As far as the formula is concerned, none of them are spared, and all of them are the ending of be.

Lao Qi searched for it all his life but failed. Hope burned and finally died. Thinking of this, Zhang Moyan felt so distressed that his chest hurt even when he breathed.

The famous sages on the stele are only rare, and there are more craftsmen who have been submerged in the long river of time and have not been mentioned.

She didn't know which type of people was worse, the one who had fired azure glazed porcelain and finally failed, or the one who had never fired a piece of azure glazed porcelain in his life?

"Why don't you study azure glaze?" Zhang Moyan asked Xiao Xingyu with tears in his eyes, "I saw that almost all of your family members are doing work related to the porcelain industry. Do something else?"

Xiao Xingyu was taken aback for a moment, and the little aunt felt that this question was very exciting, so she frowned and waited intently for the answer.

Zhang Moyan was very sorry for asking the question that everyone asked Xiao Xingyu at the dinner table that day, but looking at the monument in front of her, she couldn't help but ask him this question.

The picture freezes for a while.

After a while,
"I'm afraid it's too outstanding." Xiao Xingyu said.

Hearing this response, Zhang Moyan was really a little angry, but he endured it and said in a good temper: "Zhou Xia said, because of your high talent and ability, you attracted all the hopes and expectations of the family, causing other younger generations They are no longer aiming to revive the azure glazed porcelain. So, you deliberately let yourself stop, so that they can regroup on this matter, and when everyone is united, you will come back and continue to study the azure glazed porcelain, yes ?"

Zhang Moyan's eyes were earnest, and he almost wrote "I want to be sure of the answer", but Xiao Xingyu frowned and asked, "Zhou Xia is so nonsense?"

　I write here to share with you my original intention of writing this novel.

　　The last book is over, I didn't plan to start a new book so soon,

　　Later, the unit arranged to coordinate the training of craftsmen,
　　I have come into contact with the spirit of craftsman, which includes the spiritual core such as excellence, facing difficulties, regardless of gains and losses, dedication to duty, and silent dedication... It makes me feel so noble and great!

　　So I wanted to write a novel that could contain this spirit.

　　Why can't Xiaotianwen have such a noble core?
　　Why does Wei Guangzheng have no sweet love when the subject matter of the Three Views is lofty?

　　Why can't the hero of the novel be a craftsman?

　　Why can't craftsmen be beautiful and attractive?

　　Wouldn't it be great if the girls were educated in craftsman spirit while watching Sweet Love?

　　……

　　In fact, no one asked me the above questions, I asked and answered myself haha.

　　But it doesn't prevent me from thinking this is a good challenge!
　　I am more abusive in writing, and I like to do challenging things.
　　That's why I insisted on writing about the male lead with the baby in the last book, and the baby is not the female lead's.
　　Just because there is a challenge!Writing is difficult!

　　My thinking is: what is good about writing things written in the normal way, and what sense of accomplishment does writing have?

　　It is a skill to write something that everyone thinks is definitely not good-looking, so that others like it.

　　then,

　　I excitedly started writing this book.

　　As for why I wrote celadon,

　　Because when I wanted to write it, I happened to see a documentary about the formula of azure glaze in the Song Dynasty, which has not yet been solved.
　　So everything is fate!

　　Hopefully I can finally write what I want,
　　Don't pretend to fail!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)