Chapter 283: Sun Ce observes filial piety and asks for support)
The potter had no idea that Wang Yun was thinking that the first thing he would do after attaining enlightenment was to kill himself.
Otherwise, he would probably send Wang Yun to the West immediately.
"Situ, my son-in-law still has something unclear. After Diao Chan takes Wang as her surname, I don't know how to change her name? Has Wang Situ thought about it? From now on, should she be called Wang Xiao Diao? Or Wang Xiao Chan?...
Or Wang Diaochan?"
This time, not only old man Wang Yun, but also Diao Chan blushed with anger. She stretched out her hand and pinched the potter's arm gently.
Wang Yun had a dark face, shook his sleeves fiercely, and said: "I am about to leave right now, and you are still here to make me angry! I can't stop walking even after I leave... I have known you as a kid in my later years.
, it is truly a great misfortune in life!...You can stay here while I go!"
After saying that, he walked over to lead the horses, and led the group of people angrily away to the narrow path in the suburbs.
Pei Jing bowed his hands respectfully to the pottery merchant and said goodbye.
Tao Shang told him: "What's the matter? Contact the school affairs office with the secret code at any time and let me know."
"Don't worry, Mr. Fu!"
Diao Chan looked at Wang Yun walking away, unable to control herself, and shouted: "Father, come back soon."
Wang Yun's figure was slightly suffocated, but he did not look back. He just waved his hand with his back to her and said: "My child, take good care of yourself and take care of yourself."
The pottery merchant also shouted: "Father, earlier..."
Wang Yun interrupted him directly: "Shut up!"
Seeing Wang Yun, Pei Jing and others gradually disappearing, Diao Chan wiped her tears and turned to look at Tao Shang and said, "Can my foster father really find the way to become an immortal?"
The pottery merchant wanted to open his mouth and say, "What a fool."
But when the words came to my lips, I finally swallowed them.
He gently put his arm around Diao Chan's shoulders and consoled him: "Dong Zhuo is dead, and Teacher Huangfu has also gone, but the disputes in Chang'an have not ended, and there is no hope for the Han Dynasty to rise again. At this moment, Wang Situ needs
An opportunity to get rid of the old long-cherished wish and regroup. It is a good thing that he can find a new sustenance despite being discouraged. Whether he becomes an immortal or not, it doesn't matter."
Diao Chan gently touched her tears, and couldn't help but smile after hearing the pottery merchant's words.
Yes, for an old man who has entered the end of his life, there is nothing better than finding one thing in his later years to replace the endless obsession in the first half of his life.
Perhaps the most important thing in life is to be able to take it up and let it go.
Diao Chan wiped away her tears, looked at the disappearing figures of Wang Yun and others, and said firmly: "No matter what, my adoptive father is much happier now than before... Besides, he is so sincere, God will definitely take care of him."
If he really finds the way to become an immortal, wouldn't it be a great blessing?"
The potter grinned, not embarrassed to talk.
Historically, if Qin Shihuang, Liu Che, Li Shimin, and Zhu Houcong could not succeed with their abilities, material resources, and financial resources, how could Wang Yun accomplish it?
Those emperors offered money, offered things, granted officials, made alchemy, took drugs, married their daughters to alchemists, took boys and girls out to sea to find immortals, and even collected yin.
I have done all the ridiculous things to replenish yang, but the result is that I still hiccup when I shouldn’t.
Because of the environment, the superstitions of the ancients are ultimately incurable.
"That's right, I'll show you something nice."
In order to distract Diao Chan and prevent her from indulging in the separation, the potter immediately changed the topic.
He took her hand and led her towards Jinling City.
Diao Chan's face turned red with embarrassment, she lowered her head and let the potter hold her hand.
Back in Jinling City, the pottery merchant did not take her back to his mansion, but led her to a small workshop.
As soon as she entered the workshop, a faint aroma wafted out from it and entered Diao Chan's nose, making her feel an indescribable excitement and joy.
"What does this smell like? It smells so good!" Diao Chan looked at the pottery merchant with great joy.
The potter looked at her with a smile and said, "It's fragrant dew."
"Fragrant dew?" Diao Chan looked at the pottery merchant doubtfully and wondered, "Isn't it incense?"
During the Han Dynasty, incense had become popular among the gentry and nobles. As Wang Yun's adopted daughter, Diao Chan had been in the capital for a long time, so she was naturally familiar with the smell of incense.
The use of incense in the Han Dynasty was so popular that it even became a kind of court etiquette.
According to a passage recorded in "Han Guan Yi": When the minister of public affairs entered Taichung, the female attendants were clothed, held incense burners to burn and smoke, and then entered Taichung to protect the envoys' clothes.
It can be seen how obsessed the Han Dynasty people were with spices at that time.
Even though the use of incense is so popular in China, the use of distillation to extract spices and make perfume only started in the late Tang Dynasty and the Five Dynasties.
Although the distillation method is relatively simple, the technology and equipment of the Han Dynasty were relatively scarce, and pure essential oils were extracted from plants through steam distillation.
Imagine hanging the petals above the boiling water, letting the steam bring the essential oil out of the petals, and then using a container to capture it as it rises. After the steam cools quickly, it turns into water again and flows down, thereby separating the essential oil from the water...
A simple but troublesome step, but in the later stage, there must be stable steps to preserve it and prevent it from evaporating...
Moreover, this thing is not widely used, so pottery manufacturers only position the manufacture of perfume as a high-end luxury product.
He didn't need many people to do this. He just set up a small workshop in Jinling City and limited the output to a certain amount every year.
In addition to being used at home, this perfume can be used as a luxurious gift for foreign diplomacy, or it can be presented to the emperor of Chang'an if there is an opportunity in the future, which may promote some of one's own political goals.
The pottery merchant ordered someone to bring some finished products to Diao Chan from the workshop, put them under her nose, and asked: "How is it? Does it smell good?"
Diao Chan held the small jar in her hand, sniffed it carefully for a while, and then said in surprise: "Ah, it smells so good! Zidu, how did you come up with the idea of making such a wonderful thing?"
When Diao Chan spoke, she looked at the pottery merchant with eyes full of longing, twinkling and gleaming, almost making stars appear.
Women, they just can't resist such things.
When the pottery merchant just returned to Jinling City and took her for a ride with a red rabbit horse, he didn't see her happy at all.
The pottery merchant smiled and ordered the people in the workshop to pack the finished product into two parts, one to be given to Diao Chan, and the other to her for delivery to Mi Zhen.
Diao Chan's beautiful eyes rolled around, she looked at the potter with a smile, gently stroked his chest with her fingers and said: "Hey, Mr. Tao has such a big mind. This side is going to be engaged with me for six rites, but the other side is still thinking about it."
Are you looking at sister Zhen'er?"
The pottery merchant shook his head and said helplessly: "Where are you thinking? The Mi family is now cooperating with us in business, and the sales of the company are in its hands. You are my representative in charge of the cooperation between the Thirteenth Bank and the Mi family. What are you talking about?
You have to maintain this relationship, right? I'm here to help you."
Diao Chan reached out and touched the pottery merchant's face, and said with a smile: "Seeing that you are in a hurry, I just want to ask, why are you explaining so much? Don't worry, I will definitely take care of the thirteen lines for you, Sister Zhen.
, I naturally treat her as a good student, but to be honest, Sister Zhen is a rare beauty, and her temperament is so virtuous. Mr. Tao, you are a handsome man in this world, do you really have no ideas? If you have any ideas, little girl can help
You go to the matchmaker."
The potter touched his nose and smiled helplessly.
He didn't know what was going on, but since he returned to the Han Dynasty, he found that the women and women's fathers in this era... Diao Chan, Cao Bao, anyway, as far as the people he met, all of them were pretty good.
Generous.
I'm so big-hearted.
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Wujun, Fuchun County.
The ancients said that one should observe filial piety for three years.
After Sun Jian died in battle, Sun Ce handed over his father's old troops to his cousin Sun Ben to take charge of them, and made them temporarily attached to Yuan Shu.
Sun Ce himself returned to Fuyang to mourn and quietly reflect on himself and realize his mistakes.
It has to be said that Sun Jian's death was really a bolt from the blue for Sun Ce.
This thunderbolt was so heavy that it almost wiped out all the violence and anger that Sun Ce had in his youth.
If the pottery merchant saw the current Sun Ce, he would be greatly surprised by the changes in Sun Ce.
In terms of demeanor and calmness, he is completely different from before.
Sun Ce, who has experienced the pain of losing his father, is no longer the willful, arrogant and willful young lion he used to be. He always comes to Sun Jian's tombstone, quietly looking at his father's resting place, and meditating on the past and present.
of myself, constantly reflecting on the past, and constantly making plans for the future.
Even if he knew that his uncle Wu Jing had finally passed away, even if he knew that the person who paralyzed Wu Jing was a pottery merchant, even if he knew that Yuan Shu failed in his expedition to Jinling City, even if he knew that his father's old army led by Sun Bi had lost troops at Ruxuwu,
Even after knowing that Zu Mao died in battle...
After knowing so much unfavorable news, Sun Ce was uncharacteristically uncharacteristically not anxious at all. He just continued to mourn his father quietly without showing any trace of resentment or anger.
Sun Ce just needs to calm down now, and look forward to one day accumulating more and rebuilding the power of his ancestors.