Gu Qing felt it was inexplicable. More than one person had said that he was not a person in the pool, nor did he know what their basis for judgment was.

He was still unfamiliar with this world. He had only left the village once, and was still to kill people. He was a little curious about what the outside world looked like, but he was not so curious that he could run outside without any trouble. He was used to the prosperity of his previous life, and everything here was simple and barren in his eyes. Even Qingcheng County, which is not far from here, is at most a small town like a farmer's market, with more people at best.

Ambition? What ambition is needed in this strange place?

No one messed with him, no one loved him, no motivation to do things that were kingly and lonely, living in the village casually, earning money from selling porcelain, and living a life of eating whatever you want, isn't it good?

The fire reflected Gu Qing's quiet face, and the light and darkness alternated, as if the invisible shackles of life showed their original appearance.

The quiet atmosphere is suitable for thinking. The various unbearable and happiness of the past and present lives flashed like a light in my mind. The only thing Gu Qing could remember clearly was a pair of eyes, sad and desperate. He was smiling when he jumped down from the rooftop.

That was Gu Qing's nightmare in his previous life, the root of his continuous nightmare, and the cause and effect that led to his time travel.

After traveling to this world, I seem to have not had that nightmare for a long time. Has God let me go?

That's it, that's fine.

Not long after the quiet time, Zhang Huaiyu suddenly stood up and said, "I'm leaving. I'll pay you the money. You should make up all the things you should make. After all, barbecue is not as good as the fish you make."

Gu Qing nodded and said a kind and polite word without hesitation: "It's so late, just sleep here..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Qing was stunned, and then his face suddenly became ugly.

Am I drinking? Why do I say this? Will slap myself in the face now seem artificial?

Zhang Huaiyu seemed surprised at his polite words, and he was determined to look at Gu Qing's regretful face. After a long time, he nodded: "Okay."

Gu Qing's face looked even more ugly: "Don't you... refuse? You should be able to hear that I'm saying polite words, right?"

Zhang Huaiyu shook her head: "I didn't hear it, I think you are very sincere."

"Why are you walking around in the world with such blind eyes?"

"Fist and a tumult of justice."

"If your eyes are useless, you can consider donating them to those in need."

Zhang Huaiyu looked at the fire and said lightly: "I can't help but urge to beat you up, you continue."

Gu Qing had to shut up and began to think about how to sleep. At this time, he had to include the bed in his good friend Song Gensheng's house. There were three ways to distribute it. The first was that Gu Qing and Zhang Huaiyu squeezed a bed, like Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, putting a glass of water in the middle. They were all beasts. This plan was not feasible. If he really did this, Gu Qing felt that tonight should be the farewell night in his life. Tomorrow morning, he might have become an unknown male corpse, and perhaps he would be buried with Yao Guitang together.

The second solution is Song Gensheng and Zhang Huaiyu, which is even more impossible.

The third plan is that Gu Qing and Song Gensheng squeeze a bed, which is the most feasible, but Gu Qing doesn’t like to squeeze a bed with others, so it’s too insecure.

Fortunately, Gu Qing was very smart, so he came up with a fourth plan. He and Zhang Huaiyu each slept with one bed, and Song Gensheng was on the floor.

Perfect!

"Let's go to your house to sleep." Gu Qing hooked Song Gensheng's shoulder and walked out.

Song Gensheng didn't drink much, but he was born with a poor alcohol tolerance. At this moment, he was already confused and was staggered by Gu Qing. The two of them disappeared into the night.

Zhang Huaiyu was still sitting in front of the fire, holding her chin and staring at the jumping fire, and a faint feeling of regret appeared on her pretty face.

The conversation with Gu Qing just now is still echoing in my ears.

"If it were not forbidden, who would have been wandering in a place of no stability?"

Yes, it seems that she hasn't been back to that home for a long time. Gradually, she has become accustomed to the days when she has no home. The pretentious words such as "feeling in love with mountains and rivers" were thought of by the literati sitting at home. How could they know the bitterness of wandering and wandering?

The fire exploded gently, awakening her in contemplation. She fiddled with the fire, and the fire became a little brighter.

Zhang Huaiyu looked around the yard with a chuckling on the corner of her mouth.

Interesting, I didn’t expect that Uncle Gu’s only son was so interesting. She suddenly had the urge to stay in this mountain village to settle down.

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The next morning, Song Gensheng woke up from the ground. The discomfort of the hangover made him cover his head in pain. He looked at the surrounding environment. The house belonged to his own home, and the various decorations in the house looked familiar, but... why did he lie on the ground while Gu Qing slept so peacefully on the bed...

The only touching thing was that the kind-hearted man laid a layer of mattress on the ground and covered him with a quilt.

But... I was still a little indignant.

He was rude to wake up Gu Qing. Song Gensheng was about to argue with him, but his father Song Gen outside the room was calling him and asking him to wake up Gu Qing.

Hao Donglai and Shi Daxing came, and there was an official, the head of the Zhen Office.

Gu Qing got up in his clothes, quickly put on his clothes, tidied up his hair casually and walked out the door.

Hao Donglai and Shi Daxing were outside the porcelain kiln fence on the mountain, smiling with a middle-aged man wearing a green official robe. The flattering smile on their faces was something Gu Qing had never seen before.

Gu Qing saw the three of them from afar, adjusted his breath slightly, and then walked forward.

Hao Dong saw him and pointed at him and said with a smile: "Parent Fei, this young man is the owner of the porcelain kiln, named Gu Qing."

Zhangshi Fei narrowed his eyes and saw that Gu Qing was thin but had an extraordinary temperament. Although he was wearing a coarse shirt, he had a gentle and elegant look, neither humble nor arrogant. Zhangshi Fei glanced at him and nodded lightly.

Gu Qing went up to the front and bowed to Chief Fei: "Gu Qing, a sage, has met Chief Fei."

Fei was in charge of affairs and was lukewarm. He was not an official, but an official. Officials were not ranked. Zhen Guanling, the highest official in Zhen Guan Office, was only eighth-ranked. The chief officials in Shuzhou area naturally could not be considered an official.

Although he is not an official, the official has great power. At least he can determine the life and death of Gu Qing, the porcelain kiln.

Hao Donglai quietly pulled Gu Qing aside and whispered: "Can the fence be opened? Zhang Shi Fei wants to go in and see the kiln."

Gu Qing nodded and ordered the villagers guarding the fence to open the fence gate.

After Uncle Han died, Gu Qing invited another honest and honest villager to guard the kiln. The biggest secret of the kiln was coal. The hole of the coal mine was filled with dry firewood and charcoal when it was not in use. It was piled with dry firewood and charcoal. From outsiders' eyes, this porcelain kiln was no different from other porcelain kilns, at least it would not doubt that the fuel was different.
Chapter completed!