Chapter 39 Porcelain Bottle

Lu Mengjie didn't expect to open his eyes and hear the voice of the person next to him. His hands couldn't help covering his chest and looked at Lin Daimo alertly.

"Don't worry, I can't see your beauty," Lin Dai put his clothes on his body and looked at Lu Mengji's small movements with an indifferent expression. "Didn't you inquire about the shops selling small bottles in the city last night? There is a Hu's white porcelain workshop not far from the city gate. His porcelain is beautiful and strong. If you are interested Interesting, you can go and have a look. There is also one, which is said to sell glazed bottles, but the price is expensive and not very practical, and it is a little farther away, near the south of the city.

"Hu's White Porcelain Square? Why didn't I see such a restaurant when I went to the city with Aunt Li last time?" Lu Mengjian whispered to herself doubtfully and heard that there were glazed bottles to buy, so she couldn't help but get excited.

"I didn't expect that there was really glass for sale here, dear big turtle, you are amazing!" Lu Mengji smiled and had long forgotten the unhappiness last night. Hearing the news given by Lin Daimo, he kissed him excitedly. As a result, Lin Dai looked at her like a madman and got up eight feet away.

However, Lu Mengji immediately blushed again. Thinking of the embarrassed purse, he had to pull down his face and borrow five taels of silver from Lin Daimo. Although Lin Daimo didn't care about money, he hesitated for a long time before he opened the sandalwood box.

The porcelain of Hu's white porcelain workshop is indeed famous. The utensils placed in the store are exquisite, the enamel is moist and transparent, and the sound of the buckle is crisp, or dignified and generous or exquisite and lively. The shape is many times more exquisite than those batch-produced porcelains that Lu Mengzhi has seen.

Lu Mengji didn't have time to appreciate it carefully. He hurriedly chose three small bottles of fat belly with a height of one finger, all of which were white enamel and decorated with peacock blue glaze or green glaze, which was refreshing and beautiful.

It's just that the silver consumption is really amazing. The boss is almost like a lion's mouth. Three porcelain bottles actually ask for three taels of silver, which makes Lu Mengji't help opening his eyes wide. A porcelain bottle is one tael of silver, which is really unimaginable.

It is no wonder that authentic antique porcelain often costs tens of thousands or even millions in modern times, and even more famous prices such as Tang Sancai and noble glaze red are not measurable. So it seems that even in ancient times, the price of porcelain is not affordable for ordinary people.

Seeing Lu Mengjian's hesitation, the owner of the white porcelain workshop still looked at her with a smile and suggested gently, "Girl, you have a good vision. These porcelain bottles are also of the best in our store. They are not only fancy and beautiful, but also the enamel is excellent."

Lu Mengji took a slightly difficult look and said, "It's good, but the price is really a little more expensive."

"Hehe, it doesn't matter. There are still some cheap porcelain bottles in our store. You can rest assured about the quality, but the fancy is simpler, not as beautiful as these." The boss pointed to the shelves aside. Lu Mengjian turned his head and saw some simple white porcelain bottles placed on the bottom layer. Compared with the three in his hand, the gap is huge. I can't help shaking my head.

"Boss, can you see if it's a little cheaper..."

Seeing Lu Mengjian's eyes staring at the porcelain bottle in front of her, the boss had long insisted that she must buy it today. In her heart, she still looked kind. "Girl, it's not that I really refuse to give up, but that the operating expenses of our store are huge. Selling these porcelain bottles can only make some money back. Business is also difficult to do these days. Very."

Lu Mengjian didn't know much about bargaining. Hearing the boss's words, he was inevitably a little disappointed. He was hesitant to hear the boss say, "Today, our owner went out, so I made a claim to give the girl 50 cents cheaper."

Lu Mengjie was like a treasure and carefully held the burden of porcelain bottles. Lu Mengjie almost trotted all the way back to the village. When he finally sat down, he found that several big blisters had been worn on his feet.

Lu Mengjian put back the remaining silver and touched the few copper coins left in his pocket, and suddenly felt that life was difficult.

However, everything is available, only essential oil is lacking. Thinking of this, Lu Mengji was full of confidence again.

While the locust flowers are still in full bloom these days, Lu Mengzhi asked Li Dazhuang to collect a lot of them, and he kept putting the locust flowers into the distillery pot, and then carefully put the collected essential oils into the porcelain bottle, and the pure dew left in the bowl was stored in a clean clay pot.

For several days in a row, the house was smoky almost day by day. Fortunately, Li Dazhuang went up the mountain to pick up a large pile of firewood earlier. Otherwise, no matter how much firewood could be burned at this speed. Aunt Li didn't mind the trouble. She added sparks to the side every day and watched Lu Mengjian collect water bowl after bowl.

Even the village didn't know what gossip he had heard, so they all took the excuse to wander around at the door of Lin's house. Seeing that Li came to help destroy the firewood, he turned around and chewed his tongue. Lu Mengji had to close the door and ignore it.

After a few days of hard work, I finally got something. After using up all those locust flowers, I actually collected two and a half bottles of essential oils. Although it is inevitable that there is mixed water, it is enough to collect these for such conditions.

Lu Mengjian opened the small lid on the porcelain bottle and shook it gently in front of Aunt Li, and a fresh breath came to her. Although she had heard Lu Mengjian explain the essential oil before, it still made her excited and called magic.

In the pottery jar, it is full of pure dew left after essential oil extraction. When it is opened and sealed, it is also fragrant. Although the fragrance is much lighter, it is very pleasant. Most importantly, this pure dew also has a beauty effect. Lu Mengjian simply gave a clay pot of pure dew directly to Aunt Li. As soon as Aunt Li heard this, she was naturally happy. According to what Lu Mengjian said, the originally dry skin was indeed much better.

The two worked non-stop for several days in a row, and Lin Dai was inevitably left out. Every noon, he could only sit at the table and wait for the food to be served. What's more, there was a locust cake mixed with lost fragrance in the meal, which made people lose interest.

After several days in a row, the fireworks were finally broken at home. Lin Daimo looked at the two precious porcelain bottles on the table with a black face and regrettedly.

For several days, the house was smoky, and even his clothes were full of smoke. Lin Daimo was full of resentment, but every time he saw the gray stains on Lu Mengji's face, he swallowed the words back into his stomach.

Fortunately, the locust flowers are limited after all, and the endless tossing stopped.

However, what made Lin Daimo puzzled was that Lu Mengjian was so crazy, but even Aunt Li put down her family's work and tossed with her.

However, he didn't know that when he burned the flower pot, the silver liang given by Lu Mengjian was almost half a year's use. Li was loyal and has always felt that he owed for it. When he could help, he naturally refused to be idle. In addition, Aunt Li had seen the aroma of essential oil earlier and liked it very much. Therefore, when Lu Mengji made a request, he readily agreed.

After a while and only one night's rest, Lu Mengzhen took out a clean dress from the cabinet and said to Lin Daimo, "I'm going to the city today. You can finish lunch by yourself."

"To the city? You're not really crazy. You want to sell these two bottles of essential oils. Even if you want to sell them, may they buy them? Don't be crazy. Lin Daimo sneered a few words and couldn't wait to break her head to see what was in it.

"If you don't try, how can you know that no one wants it? Don't worry, not everyone will be like you, and the silver I owe you will definitely pay you back in the future." Lu Mengji replied indifferently and was completely shocked by Lin Daimo's mockery.

"Since you insist on being ashamed, I won't stop you and wish you good luck." Lin Daimo left a cold sentence and turned his back.

Lu Mengji was going to ask him again about the spice shop in the city. Unexpectedly, as soon as they opened their mouths, they were full of gunpowder. When they came to their mouths, they were choked back, and they were fierce in the bottom of their hearts. Even if their family found them, they would never bother the gunpowder king again.

After carefully wrapping two and a half bottles of essential oil, put them in your arms. He stuffed a piece of dry food into the bag and went out. Lu Mengjie looked at her dress and couldn't help but be dumbfounded. With her dress and a small bag on her back, she really looked more and more like an authentic village girl.

With the thousand-layer bottom made by Aunt Li on his feet, it is more comfortable to walk than Adidas and Nike's sneakers. Apart from the once convenient transportation network lighting, Lu Mengjian is still very satisfied with his life at this time, in addition to facing a cold-faced man every day.

He came to the outside of the city gate on a familiar road. Because of the early departure, the sun had not yet risen, but Lu Mengji still sweated. Today, for some reason, there was a long queue at the gate, almost all the villagers carrying poles or driving carriages to the city to sell goods.

Several officials stood at the gate of the city, all looking at everyone in the team with a fierce face, while two servants stood in the front of them. After checking the goods, they were released.

Lu Mengjian stood in the team and heard people whispering. Only then did he realize that it was an adult in Kyoto who came to patrol for fear that someone would take this opportunity to make trouble, so it was inevitable that the whole city was under martial law and it was strictly forbidden to bring swords and other sharp weapons into the city.

Most of the people who went into the city were honest rural people, so there was no big chaos in front of them. Only a butcher brought a pig-killing knife to the city to send it to his relatives. He was taken away by the servants, but it was also frightening. Fortunately, when it was Lu Mengji's turn, ** just finished, and the servant in charge of the search did not make it difficult and directly put Lu Mengji in.

But after entering the city, Lu Mengji was a little confused, and three avenues appeared in front of him. There may be a market in front of it. Some people set up some stalls on the roadside, and people came and went lively, but the road to the left and right sides seemed a little cold.

Lu Mengji simply walked straight ahead. The stalls passing by only sold some vegetables and children's toys. After walking for a long time, he did not see a vendor selling fat powder.

"Those time-travel novels clearly say that there are many people who buy rouge gouache in the market, but they don't see any of them when they come to me," Lu Mengzhu searched around and cursed the authors who gossiped in the novel, unconsciously came to a strange alley.