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Chapter 138 Monument (Important)

 The body of the stele is black, and the engraved characters appear gray. The surface of the stele is very flat, but it cannot be called smooth. There are some traces of wind and rain erosion visible to the naked eye on the stone.

The text on the stele is engraved in regular script, with an inscription at the top:

"The rivers are as wide as the rivers are flowing, and the mountains are as high as the soil. They are diligent in their actions and sincere in their work. They are romantic and thoughtful, and they cherish their virtues."

There is a blank section below, and then there are the sixteen names, all of which have the surname Xiao. Eight of them have only given names, and the other eight have font sizes. The death year information of the owner of the name is engraved on the lower left side of the name:
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Xiao Yantang died in the second year of Chunxi's reign

Xiao Jiliu, died in the 10th year of Jiading,

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Xiao Yingquan, courtesy name Jingu, died in the seventh year of Yongle.

Xiao Yuhong, died in the 24th year of Jiajing period,

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Xiao Tingdi, courtesy name Ziqing, died in the 50th year of Qianlong's reign.

Xiao Fuchi, courtesy name Xizhi, died in the first year of Xuantong's reign.

Xiao Jusha died in the ninth year of the Republic of China.

Zhang Moyan came to his senses, this is the spiritual monument of the ancestors of the Xiao family!

Realizing this, she couldn't help shaking her hands and took a step back.

"Offence!" He quickly put his hands together at 90 degrees and bowed three times, because he was holding a flashlight in his hand, and the light source dazzled the room.

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

Xiao Xingyu, who was quietly observing the stone tablet, came back to his senses and said calmly: "Don't count."

Zhang Moyan was surprised at first, then nodded.

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

"That's right," Zhang Moyan's eyes stayed on those names and murmured to himself: "Your Xiao family is an ancient porcelain family with a long history. If it is an ancestral hall, how come there are only a dozen names."

"Then who are they?" asked the little aunt, holding Xiao Xingyu's neck.

It was very quiet all around, and the clear children's voice was like a pebble thrown into a deep, quiet and rippleless pool, making a tinkling sound and creating ripples in circles.

Xiao Xingyu raised his head and stared at the names without saying a word. Zhang Moyan looked sideways at him, his brows seemed to be frowning but not frowning. Judging from the shape of his mouth, he seemed to be sighing, but it was inaudible.

"They, like the old man, happened to be able to make azure-glazed porcelain before they were alive," Xiao Xingyu took a breath and exhaled as he said, "They are all the most outstanding craftsmen of our Xiao family!



"It was someone who happened to be able to burn azure-glazed porcelain during his lifetime." Zhang Moyan repeated this sentence word by word, his heartbeat uncontrollably speeding up, his eyes returned to the dark stone tablet, and he was deeply shocked.

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

No wonder the death years here span so many dynasties!

No wonder the inscriptions on the stele are all in regular script, but if you look closely, you can see that they are written in different handwritings!

No wonder there is still a large area of ​​​​empty space on this monument...

The little aunt was so shocked that she stopped talking. Although she was still young, as a member of the Xiao family, she certainly knew how important it was to burn azure glazed porcelain.

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

"Is that many?" Xiao Xingyu shook his head lightly, "There were only sixteen people born in more than eight hundred years, how can it be called many?"

His tone was heavy, very different from usual. The little great-aunt seemed to feel his state of mind and stopped talking.

In the huge mountain hall, it was so quiet that there was only the sound of three people breathing.

Zhang Moyan slowly looked at the monument that had been tempered by time in front of him, watching the names flowing in front of his eyes. In his mind, a magnificent picture of the ancestors succeeding one after another and devoting themselves to great achievements slowly unfolded from stillness to movement.<

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As soon as you close your eyes, you can seem to see generations of skilled craftsmen shouldering their missions. During the thousands of years of uncertainty and storms, they have always struggled, faced difficulties, and moved forward bravely, just like Foolish Old Man moving mountains, struggling with determination, and unswervingly exploring hard.

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

These lives that have been worked hard but disappeared are firmly tied here and will never be scattered again.

Here, the souls who have struggled to revive azure glazed porcelain for nine hundred years are forged together!

Zhang Moyan's eyes were moist, and there seemed to be thousands of words rolling around in his chest, but in the end they all turned into one sentence: "Some things, when persistence reaches greatness, are shocking!"

Her voice choked with sobs: "It's not easy!" She couldn't help but reach out to touch these names, but in the end she took it back because of too high and deep respect.

"Mo Yan, 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.

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

Zhang Moyan lowered his head and sniffed: "It's just... I feel so distressed."

"Are you feeling sorry for me?" The little auntie didn't seem to understand. "Do you feel sorry for me? My legs don't hurt anymore. Please stop crying!"

"Okay." He promised, but tears still fell down.

I tried my best to hold back the unexpected burst of tears. I was trying hard to hold back my tears when a pair of big hands gently patted me on the back.

Zhang Moyan raised her head and met Xiao Xingyu's comforting gaze. The man's peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, and his bright black pupils had a gentle color, which was simply seductive.

"Although we have not uncovered the secret of azure glazed porcelain, we have been living a good life, living and working in peace and contentment, with ample food and clothing, and a family full of children and grandchildren." He smiled.

As if he knew why she was crying, he was so lenient.

Indeed, Zhang Moyan was so distressed that he cried. What hurts is that the coloring mechanism of azure glazed porcelain is still a difficult problem in the world. Therefore, although the sages on these monuments have accidentally fired azure glazed porcelain, they have never explored the process of enamel glaze.

As far as the formula is concerned, no one is spared and all have the ending of be.

He spent his whole life searching for it but failed, and his hope burned brightly but eventually perished. When he thought of this, Zhang Moyan felt so distressed that his chest hurt when he breathed.

These sages named on the monument are only rare, and there are many more craftsmen who have been lost in time and have not been mentioned.

She doesn’t know which type of people is worse off: those who have fired azure-glazed porcelain and finally failed, or those who have never been able to fire a single piece of azure-glazed porcelain in their lives?

"Why don't you study azure glaze?" Zhang Moyan's eyes turned red with tears, and asked Xiao Xingyu, "I see that almost all of your family members are doing work related to the porcelain industry, why are you so talented but you are

Do something else?"

Xiao Xingyu was stunned for a moment. The little aunt and grandma thought this question was quite exciting, so she frowned and waited for the answer attentively.

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 really couldn't help but ask him this question.

The screen remained still for a while.

After a while,

"I'm afraid I'm too outstanding." Xiao Xingyu said.

Hearing this response, Zhang Moyan was really a little angry, but after enduring it, he still had a good temper and said: "Zhou Xia said that because of your high talent and ability, you have attracted all the hopes and expectations of the family, causing other younger generations to

Everyone is no longer determined to revive the azure porcelain. So, you deliberately stopped yourself so that they could reunite on this matter. When everyone is united, you will come back and continue to study the azure porcelain, right?"
Zhang Moyan's eyes were earnest and he was just about to write "I want a definite answer", but Xiao Xingyu frowned and asked questions on his face: "Zhou Xia is so ridiculous?"


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