Every era has its own understanding.
Especially cognition that transcends an era is difficult to be understood.
This is also the reason why those who wanted to do great things in history were not favored at first.
After all, their knowledge transcends the current era.
Therefore, it is generally difficult for them to succeed.
Just like the people in front of Zhao Hao who were holding blueprints and scratching their heads. Not only did they fail to understand the content on the blueprints, but they also looked at him with embarrassed faces, which made him feel like he "died before he left the battlefield."
But he didn't give up. He just couldn't help but raise his hand to his forehead and sighed: "If you don't understand anything, you can ask..."
The pottery workshop he was in was the largest pottery workshop in Yongcheng, and the pottery produced was exclusively used by the Yongcheng clan and Xianyang nobles.
The few people standing in front of him are the most skilled craftsmen in the pottery workshop.
Originally, they heard that the son of the First Emperor wanted to bake some utensils, and they were all enthusiastic. However, when Zhao Hao took out the drawings and asked them to bake the utensils according to the drawings, they all looked embarrassed.
"Young master asks you to ask, so ask boldly!"
Bai Zhong, who came with Zhao Hao, reminded with a solemn face: "You are all master craftsmen of making utensils. No one here can compare with you. The young master came here to find you personally, which is also his trust in you. Don’t let the young master down!”
"Shilang Bai, thank you very much."
The older one among the several craftsmen raised his hand towards Bai Zhong and said cautiously:
"We don't dare to ask unless it's because the young master brought out this drawing. We can't understand it and don't know where to start..."
"Yes, the young master trusts us, so we are naturally grateful, but we are useless and cannot share the young master's worries..."
"We have never seen or heard of the porcelain firing technique that the young master has brought out. We dare not use it rashly for fear of missing the important event of the young master..."
"enough!"
Bai Zhong's head was covered with black lines. He took a breath suddenly, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said coldly:
"You can burn it as long as you want. Where is the nonsense? To tell you the truth, this porcelain is not only valued by the young master, but also by your majesty. I am the one sent by your majesty to assist the young master!"
"this...."
Hearing Bai Zhong say that the First Emperor valued him, several craftsmen looked at each other and couldn't help but look at each other.
Finally, a young craftsman stood up and said, "Shilang Bai, please calm down. It's not that we don't cooperate with the porcelain firing, but the raw materials for the porcelain firing are wrong."
"What's wrong?"
Bai Zhong frowned and asked.
The young craftsman wondered: "The celadon we fired is made by grinding porcelain stones into powder and adding a certain proportion of clay. I have never heard that porcelain can be made from white clay. This thing is not used in times of famine." Are you here to satisfy your hunger?"
"Well, you are right, this white mud is indeed edible."
Zhao Hao nodded slightly, then came to them immediately, pointed at the drawing and said: "Although I am not sure whether I can make porcelain, failure is success. If you don't try, you will never know the answer. If you succeed, you guys It will be recorded in history!"
"Then it failed..."
Another short, fat craftsman suddenly interrupted.
Zhao Hao glanced at him and said with a half-smile: "If you fail, keep burning until you forget about your mother!"
"......"
Several craftsmen looked at each other speechlessly, and finally the older craftsman sighed and nodded.
Soon, the entire pottery workshop was in operation.
First, the young craftsman named Gong Bing ground the white mud stones brought by Bai Zhong into powder and washed them according to the process of making celadon.
Next is the short and fat craftsman named Gong Jiang, who bakes the washed white mud, waits for the white mud to dry, and then grinds it finely.
At the same time, the other craftsmen were not idle and were making preparations for porcelain firing according to their own division of labor.
Zhao Hao moved a chair and sat under the big tree in Taofang, drinking tea and eating snacks.
It is actually normal for potters to question his porcelain firing techniques.
After all, new things in every era are often questioned when they first come out.
It is precisely because of this that many things that go down in history were born.
"Sir, how sure are you?" Bai Zhong, standing next to Zhao Hao, asked Zhao Hao while supervising the craftsmen firing porcelain.
Zhao Hao gave him a funny look, raised his eyebrows and said, "What? You don't have much confidence either?"
"Young Master is very talented, and I have always admired him. However, I don't know much about making porcelain."
Bai Zhong said without any secret: "Actually, in the years after my father left, the late King Zhaoxiang protected us, but we still had to solve our own livelihood problems. The main reason was that the late King Zhaoxiang was worried that some people in the court would catch us. Don’t let go.”
"oh?"
Zhao Hao became interested, straightened his figure immediately, and asked: "Please tell me and listen!"
"Yes, sir."
Bai Zhong cupped his hands and said as if recalling: "My father committed suicide in Du You Pavilion. My mother was so sad and angry that she originally wanted to die with my father. But she couldn't bear it because I was young, so she took me to live in seclusion in Du You Pavilion..." ..”
"Nowadays, there happens to be a porcelain workshop near Du You Pavilion..."
"So you've seen porcelain being fired?"
"good!"
Bai Zhong nodded and said, "I have seen porcelain being fired since I was a child, but I have never seen the process of firing with white clay!"
"Haha, if you had seen it in Duyou, Jingdezhen would probably crack down on counterfeiting!"
Zhao Hao smiled slightly, picked up the teacup and took a sip, and said with some confusion: "Since you have doubts about me, why do you still support me?"
"I said, as long as it is the master's order, it will be carried out unconditionally!"
"Why does it sound so foolish and loyal..."
"Maybe I inherited it from my father..."
Bai Zhong smiled to himself.
Zhao Hao looked at him with some confusion, not knowing what to say.
But Bai Zhong didn't care and continued: "How much confidence do you have, Master?"
"to be honest?"
Zhao Hao chuckled: "I don't have much confidence."
"this...."
Bai Zhong was speechless.
Zhao Hao glanced at him, smiled, stood up, stretched, and said with emotion: "If it really succeeds, it will be a great progress in porcelain making technology. Even if it fails, it doesn't matter. After all, failure is success." !」
"Failure is fucking success..."
Bai Zhongdi cooed once, and his eyes changed subtly.
At this time, Mond ran over from a distance and said to Zhao Hao: "Sir, Your Majesty summons you to the palace!"
"Um?"
Zhao Hao was stunned for a moment and asked doubtfully: "Do you know what it is?"
"It seems to be about the Tiger Talisman incident. Some censors impeached the young master for abusing his military power..."
"Damn it! It's here after all!"
After hearing Mond's words, Zhao Hao couldn't help but spit.
He was worried that someone would impeach him before, but he didn't expect that he would be impeached.
After all, something went wrong when Xiang Yu was surrounded and killed.
Soon, Zhao Hao and Mond returned to the palace without stopping.
As soon as he entered Ying Zheng's study, Zhao Hao saw that Ying Zheng's face was dark. He must have been furious.
He stepped forward cautiously and bowed respectfully: "My son, please see my father..."
"Um."
Ying Zheng hummed without raising his head, then asked nonchalantly: "How's the matter with the porcelain?"
"The arrangements have been made and they are being fired."
Zhao Hao replied in a low voice.
Ying Zheng said "hmm" again, then threw out a memorial and said: "This is the Yushitai's impeachment for you, take a look..."
"Yes, Father..."
Zhao Hao hurriedly took the memorial and started to look at it.
this
It's okay not to look at it, but when I looked at it, my nose was twisted with anger, and I said angrily: "This is all bullshit. It is simply slander..."
"Snapped!"
Before Zhao Hao could finish his words, Ying Zheng suddenly stood up and shouted: "How outrageous!"
"Father, I have learned from you, and I, my son, ask for self-identification..."
Zhao Hao quickly handed over to Ying Zheng.
He knows the impeachment process of the censor and can defend himself in front of the court.
But Ying Zheng smiled coldly, walked out of the bookcase with his sleeves rolled up, stared at Zhao Hao and said, "You can't explain clearly..."
"However, they wronged me...I never thought of rebelling..."
Zhao Hao raised his head and said with a grimace.
Ying Zheng sighed and shook his head, then touched his little face and asked softly, "Does my son know Bai Qi?"
"Bai Qi?"
Zhao Hao was stunned for a moment and thought to himself that he had sent Bai Qi's son to him. Then he asked himself if he knew what Bai Qi was doing.
Could it be that the First Emperor's father had a deeper meaning?
Thinking of this possibility, Zhao Hao quickly replied: "My son knows that he is the number one general in the Qin State. He killed 400,000 Zhao troops in the Battle of Changping and was called a "human massacre". Later, he was arrogant and attempted to rebel. He failed. , committed suicide by taking poison! "
"What you are talking about is only recorded by the historians. What I want to tell you has not been recorded by the historians..."
"ah?"
Zhao Hao looked at Ying Zheng with a puzzled expression.
But Ying Zheng said calmly: "Before Bai Qi committed suicide, the late King Zhaoxiang met with him. Bai Qi asked, what crime am I guilty of? I have never thought of rebellion!"
"The late King Zhaoxiang replied, I know that you have never thought of rebellion, but you have the ability to rebel. This is your crime!"
Zhao Hao: "..."
Ying Zheng: "..."
The two looked at each other, both speechless.
After a while, Ying Zheng turned around and said calmly and majestically: "As my son, you have been burdened with such a sin from the moment you were born!"
"Father..."
Zhao Hao opened his mouth but stopped talking.
Ying Zheng slowly walked towards the bookcase and said step by step: "Being in the Emperor's Garden is an inherent sin. I know it very well..."
"Facts have proved that King Zhaoxiang may have made a wrong decision..."
"but."
As he spoke, he paused and continued: "Who can really understand whether the decision is right or wrong before making a decision?"
"this...."
Zhao Hao looked at Ying Zheng's back and was speechless for a moment.
But Ying Zheng's words were not finished.
I saw him slowly sitting on the dragon chair, his eyes like a sharp sword, stabbing at Zhao Hao, and his voice was like thunder, making Zhao Hao's scalp numb.
"Power is poison. If there is a crack in the container, the poison will spread!"
"Perhaps the poison has begun to spread..."
"You are just a victim..."
When Zhao Hao heard this, his heart was shaken, and he quickly saluted: "Father, I have learned from you, and I, my son, am grateful."
"Okay, don't worry about these things, my father is here!"
"Thank you, Father!"
Zhao Hao burst into tears with gratitude, Ying Zhengdan smiled and waved his hand: "Go down..."
