Cheng San looked at Zhu Dayu with a stern face.
"Master Zhu, please stop talking nonsense. Are there any rules? Don't ask if you shouldn't ask! You know so much about Master, just do your job well!"
Zhu Dayu immediately lowered his face, his face was full of displeasure, and his tone was full of doubts.
"What do you know? It's good to have a recipe for this recipe, but do you know how to bake it? How high is the heat? How long to bake it?"
His face was extremely ugly, and he slapped the formula onto Cheng San's hand.
"I, Lao Zhu, have been firing ceramics for so long. I know the rules of firing. How much clay should be added to a bowl and how much heat should be used. It's not difficult for me to make some colored glaze with just a recipe. Human!"
Cheng San had a gloomy face. Secret guards like them always kept their emotions and anger hidden, but for this Zhu Dayu, arrogance was too important. Not only was he the best potter in the house, he couldn't do this job. onto his head.
"Zhu Dayu, you are so arrogant. You can't burn out even if you don't have the ability. You even blame the master for coming to his house. If you have the ability, come with me to meet the master. I must tell our master what you have done." Say, try to measure your energy!"
Zhu Dayu's gloomy face was dripping with water. He said that he was arrogant. Isn't this bullying others? It's just a recipe that makes people burn some colored glaze. Isn't this embarrassing them?
Even if you become a king, you can't force others to do anything!
He cursed, his straightened back never softening.
"Hmph! Let's go, let's see who is the capable person who can bake glaze with just a recipe. If he does, I'll kowtow to him and apologize."
Cheng San knew Zhu Dayu's temper and didn't want to spoil him, but the matter of glass and gunpowder was a big deal and should not be underestimated.
"Zhu Dayu, remember what you said today. If someone gets burned later, kowtow and apologize."
The two met King Cheng, and when they told him the reason, King Cheng's face turned ugly, and his eyebrows were twisted into a straight line.
Naturally, he would not doubt Zhan Qingyue, but Zhu Dayu's attitude was really infuriating.
"Your Majesty, I, Zhan Qingyue, have issued a military order here. If you can't burn the glass, I'll let you do whatever you want."
Zhan Qingyue saw that King Cheng had a bad look on his face, and took the initiative to stand up. His pink face became even crimson in the flickering candlelight, and his eyes were full of determination that was unquestionable.
"Sister Qingyue is joking. It's just a recipe. We haven't tried it yet. No matter what the outcome is, we'll burn it before we talk."
The ending was finalized in one sentence. Even if Zhu Dayu didn't believe it anymore, it would be hard to make trouble again.
Early the next morning, Zhan Qingyue and Han Yiyun arrived at Zhu Dayu's territory. Cheng San had already received the order and prepared all the necessary supplies.
The three of them said nothing, and Zhan Qingyue concentrated on the work at hand.
I have the recipe, but the most critical heat and time are unknown.
Zhan Qingyue followed the process in his memory and after some preparation, finally sent the things into the kiln and burned them at the same heat as porcelain for three days.
For three days, Han Yiyun and Zhan Qingyue took turns to rest. When guarding the kiln, they did not even dare to close their eyes.
Now their eyes are black and blue, their eye sockets are sunken, and they are filled with vicissitudes of life.
"Come out of the kiln. If it doesn't work, let's make another pot."
Zhu Dayu snorted disdainfully, he was really just cooking it for fun, so he cooked another pot!
When the glass came out of the kiln, everyone's eyes were blinded. They could only see a few cotton dots on the glass, which was not translucent enough and a little rough.
Zhan Qingyue was a little discouraged. This was much worse than the Liuli he had imagined, not translucent enough.
But Han Yiyun, Zhu Dayu, Cheng San and others were really shocked.
Zhu Dayu was even more shocked when he looked at Liuli and couldn't move his eyes away. The look of shock on his face was so wide that he could fit a pigeon egg into his mouth.
"Great, I'll report it to the master right now."
Cheng San left in a hurry.
Zhu Dayu looked at the colored glass on the floor and knelt down towards Zhan Qingyue with a plop.
"Your Majesty, the County Lord, I, Zhu Dayu, am short-sighted. Please punish me, the County Lord."
Regarding what he said, Zhan Qingyue had heard about it, but she didn't expect that now that Liuli had actually made it, he would actually be like this. He was actually a person who could make friends with what he said.
Zhan Qingyue smiled and helped the person up.
"Master Zhu, you are serious. It's just my first time to make a glass. I'm trying to figure it out. The quality of this glass is not good, it's not pure enough, and it's not translucent enough. I guess there is something wrong with the process. Let's study it further."
Zhu Dayu didn't expect that this matter would be handled so lightly. His arrogance and prejudice were nothing to others, and they would invite him to study glass together so humbly and sincerely.
He suppressed the gratitude in his heart and started studying glass burning with Zhan Qingyue.
The two of them combined their efforts and burned another furnace. This time, what came out was crystal clear glass.
Zhan Qingyue's eyes were full of relief, and the smile on her lips never fell.
She tugged on Han Yiyun's sleeve and suggested: "Brother Han, our Han family's Zhuangzi Fruit House can be built with this glass to look like a shed. In winter, when the sun shines, the glass will shine out, and when it's cold, we can cover it with grass..."
Han Yiyun is also a person who has seen the world. She knew it was a greenhouse as soon as she said it. Some nobles in the capital had greenhouses in their homes, but they were not made of colored glass.
"Okay, then let's ask Zhuangzi's people to transport some of the colored glaze back later to build a shed to prepare for the winter."
His eyes were full of adoration, and the corners of his mouth never fell down.
"Yueyue, how many more surprises do you want to give me!" Han Yiyun whispered.
Zhan Qingyue pretended not to hear his words, and went directly to Zhuangzi after coming out of the kiln.
Knowing that many of the fruits on Zhuangzi were ripe, the two of them kept enough for their own taste and gave the rest to King Cheng.
"This fruit looks good and tastes good, why not send it to the palace as a tribute."
King Cheng decided the destination of these fruits with just one sentence.
Unexpectedly, the next day, the steward of Zhuangzi hurriedly came to report: "Master, our fruit is lost."
Zhan Qingyue and Han Yiyun looked at each other and rushed to Zhuangzi to investigate.
After some investigation, the person who stole the fruit was found.
"My eldest son, please forgive me. The younger one just wanted to see a doctor and couldn't come up with any money, so he decided to steal."
Zhan Qingyue looked at the way this man was trembling when he spoke, and knew that he was not the real mastermind behind the scenes, and he was probably used as a gunman by accident.
"Everyone! I want to make it clear here that the fruits we have are all eaten as tribute to the Holy Sage. If our family members only eat a few, they will eat them. If someone with ulterior motives takes them to harm others, none of us can bear the responsibility. , do you understand?"
Zhan Qingyue's momentum was like a rainbow, and his voice was like muffled thunder, striking everyone's hearts.
