Our country has had a lot of excellent traditional culture that has not been passed down for thousands of years, but a lot of bad dross has been passed down, and Chi Na Ka is one of them.
It was like this a thousand years ago, and it will be like this a thousand years later. This is like a solid disease that has deeply penetrated our country, making it impossible for the country to be healthy forever.
Although Liang Chuan is a small citizen, he still feels sad every time he sees such a phenomenon. Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the country. It is not a word, but a heavy responsibility.
If politicians regard power as a tool to make money, the people at the bottom will be hurt the most. Building a house is the most basic thing in rural areas, but if you can't even buy a piece of sand, isn't that forcing the people to live in poverty?
Liangchuan has long heard the name of the official kilns. Since the Song Dynasty, there have been five famous kilns, Dingru Geguanjun, which are dedicated to firing royal objects for royal officials. One of them from thousands of miles away is sent as tribute to the royal family. The fired utensils are all signed. Later generations Most of the precious cultural relics unearthed from time to time come from official kilns.
Folk kilns are generally not run by the government, and the objects they produce are relatively rough and are for daily use by ordinary people. In ancient times, official kilns had official backgrounds and strong financial resources. It takes a lot of money to play art, and only with the support of the government can we create exquisite porcelain that will be handed down for generations!
But this official kiln in Fengshan has another meaning. No exquisite utensils can be produced here, and dog meat cannot be served at banquets. This official kiln means that it is solely owned by the government, which is equivalent to a state-owned enterprise! It was not made by ordinary people themselves, so it is also called "official kiln".
The government here is so fucking evil. They won't let you burn bricks. How can you build a house? How can you go to the government to buy bricks? The price must be as high as a pig. You can't get permission to burn bricks by yourself. The euphemistic reason is to protect the farmland and not destroy the farmland. .
The construction industry has been relatively profitable since ancient times. When it comes to going to work, buying a house has become a big problem for everyone. Why is this situation happening? The materials and labor sites are all controlled by large real estate developers. After all, the price will naturally not come down!
Yi Niang went to sell charcoal and won't be back for a while. Zhao Di stayed at home to make charcoal. Liang Chuan held a small ax and wanted to go to the brick kiln that Zhao Di said. If possible, it really looks like the charcoal stove that Zhao Di said. A few will save you from playing in the mud every day.
The paddy fields on the other side of Fengshan Nanxi River, that is, the south bank, are quite fertile. The fields are interspersed with the fertile fields outside Xinghua City, which can be regarded as nurturing the people of Xingfang.
The location of this brick kiln is between Fengshan and the county seat. To the west of Fengshan is the county seat. From the official kiln, you can see the county town wall from a distance. There is still a distance between the official kiln and the county seat. In the middle are the fields during the off-season. Empty, without any crops. Liang Chuan took a shortcut and passed directly through the fields. On the way, he also met the old woman he met at Longshui Temple yesterday, and dragged his legs towards the county seat.
Liang Chuan was alone, and he could walk quickly because of his strong legs. He walked for a while before arriving at the brick kiln. Looking from a distance, it was very different from the official kiln he imagined.
This so-called official kiln is in a dilapidated state. The whole body of the kiln is built with blue bricks. The green bricks of the kiln body are quite old, and many of them are peeled off and broken, like a leaky incisor, with a piece missing in the east and a corner missing in the west. The kiln body was built with moso bamboo supports and a straw roof. Many visible places were damaged by wind and rain. There were light leaks everywhere. It looked like a broken kiln was about to collapse.
There is also a brick chimney in the middle of the kiln, but there is no smoke at all. There is also a thatched house next to the kiln. Liang Chuan remembered that the previous history textbooks published by the People's Education Press had described the conditions of the official kilns in Jingdezhen. Even at night, the place was full of fire, bustling with people, and very lively. But it was for the royal family, and it was for porcelain. This broken kiln was fine for making bricks, but there was no hope for anything else.
There were only a few sparse piles of bricks in the kiln yard. The worker who came out of the kiln was an old man with disheveled gray hair and beard. Liang Chuan didn't even look at it when he came. He was not interested at all. He was still wearing a tattered short shirt in the middle of winter. He was worse than the one when he first saw his younger brother. His body was covered with red brick powder, and the brick powder was caked with sweat. He looked like a clay figure.
The old man couldn't tell his age, but he looked very old. Liang Chuan approached and asked, "Master, where are you in charge?"
The old man put the bricks on the pile and pointed at the thatched house with one finger, indicating to Liang Chuan to go there and take a look.
Liang Chuan knew how difficult it was for this kind of people, so he didn't say much and went straight to the thatched cottage.
When Liang Chuan walked to the door of the thatched house, he smelled a strong smell of meat. It was so fragrant that mutton must be stewing in the house. The smell of mutton made Liang Chuan swallow hard several times. In this weather, he could eat a mouthful of mutton. Taking a sip of mutton soup is really enjoyable.
Liang Chuan knocked on the door beam three times, but there was no response. He stuck his head in and took a look. He saw a bearded rough man with one foot on the bench, holding a book in his hand and looking at it in concentration. He was cursing, and there was a stove in the house, and a cook was busy cooking mutton. The smell of meat wafted from the stove.
Damn, mutton roasted in an earthen stove is delicious.
Liang Chuan knocked harder on the doorpost a few more times, and the bearded man who was reading in the room heard the sound, and immediately turned around and shouted: "Who is it!" This sound was full of anger and full of displeasure. , when he saw that he had disturbed him, Liang Chuan secretly complained.
This bearded man was wearing a police officer's uniform. He was probably from the Yamen. He was in a bad mood because he was reading something. He was even more unhappy when Liang Chuan made such a noise. Two big copper bell-like eyes stared straight at him. Looking at Liang Chuan, he asked: "Boy, you are sneaking around in the official kiln. If you don't tell me, I won't spare you today!"
Liang Chuan cursed secretly: Damn it, I'm not lucky today, I got into someone else's bad luck when I went out. He cursed secretly in his heart, and immediately put on a spring-like fake smile on his face, and said with an apologetic smile: "Master Cha, don't be angry, don't be angry, I am a villager nearby, because my family recently wanted to build a small stove, and I heard that your kiln has a Brick, I want to see if I can even out two bricks, I have no other intention."
He had a big beard and a thick beard. Liang Chuan was also taller and thicker. He also had a small ax in his waist. He looked like a man collecting firewood passing by. However, his face was much more delicate than his own. He usually looked after people and did things. He was soft-spoken. After just two pinches, seeing that Liangchuan people were tall and strong, and knew how to bow their heads to apologize, their attitude softened a lot, but they still shouted: "Buy a fart, every time I come to check the accounts, this kid Lu Bin has something to do and is not in the cave." , I don’t know the word Douda, if you still want to buy bricks, get out of here!"
This so-called official kiln is one where the government oversees the burning of the kiln by the people. The government regularly sends people to check the accounts, and those who can afford to leave in an emergency are usually related households. And this bearded man should be someone from the yamen. When he came down to check the accounts today, the manager happened to be absent. This bearded man didn't know how to read and couldn't check the accounts, which made him very angry.
what to do? go back? Isn't that a waste of money, or is it asking? To be honest, Liang Chuan didn't want to provoke such unreasonable people, and it was hard for a scholar to explain why he met a soldier. But when I go back, I have to come back again. These uncles are spoiled and have a arrogant attitude towards everyone. Maybe the person in charge, Lu Bin, is also a master who is not easy to serve.
Liang Chuan thought about it, but he still faced the bearded man and said, "Don't be angry. I don't know a word and a half, so I don't know if I can help you."
"What you said is true. If you dare to fool me, this water and fire stick in your hand will make you full!"
When the bearded man heard Liang Chuan say that he could read, he couldn't help but think highly of him. How many mud-legged people in the countryside can read? People who are literate will not be called mud-legged people. That Lu Bin dog-like character. Why did Mr. Xing let such a person manage the brick kiln? Isn’t it because this guy knows a few bird characters? Damn it, a good kiln is managed. What a bird it is, it's almost falling.
Liang Chuan trotted for a while, quickly came up to him, bent his waist very low, and with a respectful attitude, he replied in a low voice: "Master, you can take the junior high school test."
"Okay, then I will give you a test. My name is Li Chengfu, and I am the head of the Xinghua County Government. Please write the word "Fu" upside down for me!"
All heads! This is equivalent to the captain of the criminal investigation team. No wonder this bearded man is so arrogant!
There are brushes and paper and inkstones on the table, but Liang Chuan doesn't know how to write with a brush. He has used a brush to write before, and the characters he wrote looked like chicken feet. This writing will definitely make him look embarrassed. Liang Chuan saw a vat of water next to the stove. He walked to the vat, scooped some water and poured it into his palm. He walked to the table in front of Li Chengfu, dipped his fingers in some water, and started writing on the table.
I can't write with calligraphy, so writing with water is not easy.
Liang Chuan looked confident and finished the work in one go. The word "福" with cursive in regular script appeared on the table. Li Chengfu was dubious at first, he must have recognized the character "福" in his name, but he didn't expect that this boy actually wrote it out for him, and he wrote it with a certain style, which was even prettier than Lu Bin's dog-gnawed character. .
"Did you fucking write this backwards?"
Liang Chuan made a gesture of invitation, and Li Chengfu walked around in a circle, and saw that it was indeed written backwards!
"Hey, that's interesting!"
"You are such a fucking talent!"
When Li Chengfu saw that he had met his savior, he immediately grabbed the life-saving straw, handed a dirty book to Liang Chuan, and said, "Read out the accounts above to me, starting from this page."
The speaker was unintentional and the listener was interested. When the two of them were checking the account books, a cook next to him was very angry with Liang Chuan, a wild boy who appeared from nowhere. He secretly looked at Liang Chuan coldly and wanted to give Liang Chuan some advice. With a glance, Liang Chuan was careless and didn't pay attention to this person for a moment.
If he knew that his troubles this time had brought him endless trouble, Liang Chuan would definitely slap himself twice. In this kind of place, if there is a transfer of interests, there will be conflicts of interest. Just for the sake of eating in a bowl, it is okay. It was a dead end. Lu Bin, the head of the official kiln, was away just to avoid Li Chengfu. Who would have thought that Li Chengfu would run into Liang Chuan!
