Life in a quiet village in Xianshan

Seeing Tao Yisheng's eyes, Gu Siwei asked in confusion: "What do you think I am doing? I don't have any flowers on my face."

As he said that, Gu Siwei curiously stretched his head and looked at the bottom of the tank that Tao Yisheng opened. He found that the bottom of the tank was not much different from the bottom of other tanks. The only difference was that there was a mark on the bottom of the tank, and a very large figure was painted on it. It’s an ugly bird. I don’t know what it is, but it’s just ugly.

"Do you know the origin of this tank?"

Tao Yisheng put down the vat in his hand, reached out and patted it. When he heard the vat buzzing, he paused for a while and asked.

Upon hearing this, Gu Siwei couldn't help but perked up and blurted out: "Antique?!"

Tao Yisheng felt his vision go dark, and the hand holding the cylinder almost slipped and failed to support his body.

"Antiques, you have to wonder where they came from."

"Then what are you talking about? It's just a vat. How old are you to be so unstable!"

Gu Siwei was a little disdainful. He originally thought that it was an ancient object and could be sold for some scraps of silver, but who knew it was not the case. You said it's not an antique, so why are you so excited?

Tao Yisheng almost choked to death at the boy's words. He really wanted to kick him, but thinking that this boy could beat Lu Tieshan into confusion, Tao Yisheng decided to forgive this boy for once.

"It's not an antique, but it's a good item." Tao Yisheng continued to touch the edge of the jar.

Tao Yisheng rubbed and tapped his hands like this, and the jar actually made a slight trembling sound, just like the lingering sound after the sound, and the buzzing was very pleasant.

"Did you hear it?" Tao Yisheng asked.

Gu Siwei nodded: "Yes, I heard it. The vat is a bit interesting, but no matter how interesting it is, it is used for pickling vegetables. I can't just run around here all day long smelling the smell of pickles and listening to the sound of the vat, right? Isn't that a disease? What?"

Tao Yisheng said: "This is the best pickle jar! You little guy knows nothing. Do you know the status of this kind of pickle jar in the hearts of old pickle craftsmen? It really pisses me off."

"Status, what status do pickle craftsmen have to talk to me about? You asked them if they would be happy to pickle vegetables if they were given a shopkeeper? I'm sure you won't find one person out of a hundred who would be happy to pickle vegetables. Okay, old man, I get it, this tank is very exciting, I can get a wife if I sell it, okay?"

When Gu Siwei saw Tao Yisheng's face, he almost turned the color of pig's liver. He was afraid that the old guy would not be able to breathe and would suddenly drive west. It's not too unexpected for him to drive Hexi, after all, he is here at such an old age.

But you can't control the situation in my family. If you are an elder, there is nothing to say. If you die at home, it is quite satisfactory to have your relatives by your side.

What's the big deal if this old man dies here without being a relative?

Tao Yisheng calmed down and said: "No wonder people say that when you are blind, you encounter a treasure, you are the one they are talking about."

After finishing speaking, he sighed and said to Gu Siwei: "In the past, during the Qing Dynasty, there was a very famous pickle shop here, and his food used to be supplied to the palace."

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When Gu Siwei heard this, he interjected: "Isn't this the same old story about Shiquan again?"

There are many legends about Gan Laosi among the people. Anyway, this delicacy was ordered by Gan Laosi himself, and that one was named by Gan Laosi. Anyway, this old guy gives you the feeling of eating, drinking and having fun everywhere.

It's normal. The famous prodigal emperor liked nothing more than stamping his seals to harm cultural relics, or altering historical materials to discredit the Ming Dynasty.

"Shiquan old stuff?"

"Old Qianlong" Gu Siwei made it clear.

"I have nothing to do with him. If you want to hear the story, don't interrupt," Tao Yisheng said.

Gu Siwei said oh and continued to listen.

Tao Yisheng continued: "When their pickles were most expensive, they sold for one tael of silver for a small jar. How expensive is a palm-sized jar? You don't have enough status to buy it..."

Gu Siwei wanted to speak, but held back.

"It is said that his vegetables are well pickled. In fact, not many people knew before the founding of the People's Republic of China that the most important factor in the quality of his vegetables lies in the vats they make. Their vats are all made in-house. If something goes wrong, it will be repaired in one go. One bite. And the place where the vats were fired was in the town over there, which is now the ceramics factory," Tao Yisheng said.

As he spoke, Tao Yisheng stroked the beard on his chest, and he looked a bit like a fairy. That is to say, Gu Siwei felt that the old man was a bit pretentious, and others would be fooled by the old man at first sight.

"Is this strange?" Gu Siwei hated the fact that iron cannot become steel.

"That's not true. Later, when the Japanese came, the head of the family defected to the Japanese, worked for the Japanese, and waited for the Japanese to leave. The whole family did not know what tricks they used to defect to Chiang Kai-shek again. All of a sudden Escaped the punishment of traitor.

But when the People's Republic of China was founded, the family's good days came to an end, and they were finally put on trial and executed by firing squad."

"What's the problem with this? Shouldn't traitors die?" Gu Siwei feels that your old man's views are a bit wrong.

Tao Yisheng said: "I don't pity the people, but I pity the craftsmanship of making vats."

"There are too many people with talent but no virtue."

I’ve heard too many nonsense like Gu Siwei’s. Why don’t people call him “Professor” anymore after a few decades? There are too many people with talent but no morals, so in the eyes of students, professors have become bosses, and online professors have become beasts.

You are rich in knowledge and have superb skills. These have nothing to do with morality. Gu Siwei would not think that you are good at technology and that you have high virtues if you know more. That is all nonsense. Morality and immorality have nothing to do with knowledge.

"That's not right. After a person dies, the vat in his shop is still there, right?"

Gu Siwei thought about it and asked.

Tao Yisheng shook his head and said with a smile: "Where can this man's pickle shop be left? What could he have considered at that time? When his brain got hot, not to mention the vats, the shops were all flattened. So the ceramic factory should be kept far away. ”.

"Oh, but what's going on with these jars?" Gu Siwei asked again.

Tao Yisheng said: "Maybe it was kept here at the entrance of the kiln, so it escaped the disaster at that time. Later, the factory was restored, which is now the City Sauce and Pickle Factory, but the things it produced could not catch up with before. The taste is gone.

I tried to recover and found a branch of that store, but according to that store's branch, if you want to make the original flavor, you have to use the original fired vat. Unfortunately, the method of making the vat and the ingredients change with people. No one knows about his death, and the person next door only knows a little bit about it."

"You know a lot of nonsense," Gu Siwei looked at the old man and said with a smile.

Tao Yisheng said: "We used to have two large vats like this in Guanli, which were also used for making pickles. It's strange to say that the same batch of vegetables is made by the same people, but the ones pickled in this vat are better than the ones made in this vat. The other tanks are delicious. It's just a pity that when I was kicked out, this tank and some other things were damaged. It's a pity, it's a pity. I thought I would never see this kind of tank again. Who would have thought that I would encounter a few more now?"

"As long as it tastes good," Gu Siwei said, "If you like it, I'll give you a bite. Anyway, I have three tanks like this."

Tao Yisheng thought for a moment, and finally waved his hand: "At my age, what else do you need? If you do it, I will come over and ask for it."

When Gu Siwei heard what he said, he gave him a finger. Unfortunately, Tao Yisheng didn't know what it meant, but the old man knew it was not a good word, so he also pointed it at Gu Siwei.

For a while, Gu Siwei had nothing to do with this old guy. Since it wasn't the tank, then the smell.

"Can you get rid of this smell?" Gu Siwei asked the old man.

"Why remove it?"

"It stinks, can't you smell it?"

Tao Yisheng said: "You kid, you know nothing. This is the aroma, but it is too strong. This kind of soil is not ordinary soil, and ordinary soil does not have this smell."

Gu Siwei thought about it for a moment, and it reminded him of something he had heard before. It was about matching fragrance. It was said that skatole was diluted to a certain extent, and the skatole emits fragrance.

Approximately, it may be the same as now.

Anyway, there was no place to prove it, so Gu Siwei thought so for the time being.

Since it couldn't be brushed off, Gu Siwei continued to wash other tanks.

On the other hand, old guy Tao Yisheng turned over the tanks one by one to see if there were any other interesting things. Unfortunately, after turning over all the tanks, the old man found nothing that made him happy. Except for these three-port jars, the other jars and jars are all first-class, which is true, but they are far inferior to these three-port jars.

"I am leaving".

Just as Tao Yisheng was about to leave, Sicui ran over.

"Brother, brother, I brought cans and bottles for you."

Sicui ran over to take a look and found that Tao Yisheng was also there. She smiled at him and called Grandpa Tao.

"Hey, this girl looks more pleasing to the eye," Tao Yisheng said.

After saying that, he saw Sicui holding five or six empty cans and bottles, so he asked in confusion: "What are you doing with so many cans and bottles?"

Sicui said: "My brother wants to pack honey and deliver it to his friends and sister Hu Yanqiu's house when he goes to the factory."

"I guess that little honey is not enough for you to deliver several times. Be careful, if you take away all the honey, there will be no honey to eat next year."

Seeing several cans and bottles, Tao Yisheng smiled and joked.

Although there is more honey on the wall, it cannot bear to be delivered like this. One can and a bottle at a time, and several bottles at a time. If you continue to deliver it like this, three more times at most, the honey on the wall will be gone.

"Why?"

Tao Yisheng said: "Don't bees want to survive the winter? Don't they need nutrition to survive the winter? You have taken away all the honey. It would be weird if you can eat honey next year."

"Is there such a thing?" Gu Siwei scratched his head.

He really didn’t know. Of course, it wasn’t a big deal to him. There were two or three nests of bees in his space. Naturally, Gu Siwei invited this thing in, but he put the bees in just to make it seamless. The continuous consumption of honey does not mean that bees need to consume honey during the winter.

"Of course there is this saying. Even beekeepers have to leave half of the honey for the bees, otherwise they have to feed them sugar in winter.

But you shouldn’t feed me sugar.”

"Look down on me? Do you think I can't afford it?" Gu Siwei asked with a smile.

Tao Yisheng shook his head: "No, it's just that honey made with white sugar is not delicious. With how cunning you are, you shouldn't eat white molasses."

"..." Gu Siwei was a little speechless, because he really didn't know how to eat white molasses. Gu Siwei had always pursued natural, simply processed food.

"I know, I'll just do it this time and let these little guys rest for a while," Gu Siwei said.

Just as he said this, he heard Liu Dezhu calling himself in a voice like a broken gong outside.

"Brother Siwei!"