Rebirth to 90s: The Heroine of the Salted Fish Quit Her Job

As everyone knows, the colors of the Tang Dynasty were already very bright, and the Ming style was quite open, so the creativity in art was also strong.

There is no reason why it would be such a grey vase.

"No, I have to try again."

Liu Liang still didn't believe it. She had a misunderstanding for a day. This time, she added twice as much sunflower grass to the water, and it was about to become mushy.

She started wiping the vase with these, but after wiping it over and over again, it was gray, and again and again, it was still gray, she didn't believe in evil, and wiped it here and there from morning to noon His fingers peeled off, but in the end the vase was still gray.

"No rush, no rush."

Liu Liang closed her eyes and took a deep breath several times in a row. This was the big vase she had placed high hopes on, and it was also the most proud thing she bought from Feng Chuan.

It will be like Gu Kaizhi's painting. She bought a peerless treasure at the lowest price. Even if it is donated, it will be her pride.

But this time, could it be that she kicked the iron plate?

Well, no.

Liu Liang still didn't give up. Anyway, the day after tomorrow, it was fifteen. She went to the master to ask, and the master would definitely have a good idea.

She put away the vase, although she comforted herself like this in her heart, it was unavoidable that she was quite uncomfortable.

It wasn't until she received a call from Zeng Xubai saying that she was taking her out for a meal, and she suddenly became energetic. No matter what it was, it was not the time to cook, and it was not important to cook well. .

After she finished her meal beautifully and bought a bunch of things, because the vase was unpleasant, it was swept away at once.

Sure enough, there is nothing more pleasing in this world than dry rice, and there is no feeling of healing without buying, buying, and buying, and experts do not say that women who love shopping usually have higher IQs.

Her IQ is all used to do business, so I don't want to do anything about the vase.

She put the vase aside temporarily. Every day is the same, the hospital is still here, and if it's nothing to trip over with the two big-bellied women, give the children in their stomachs some spiritual energy, and the time is up. It went by quite fast.

In a blink of an eye, it was the fifteenth day.

Liu Liang bought a lot of good things, and all of them were brought to Qingyue. Qingyue nodded. Obviously, she was very satisfied with the things Liu Liang brought over this time, especially she gave them back. He brought a bunch of videotapes, and there are countless movies and TV shows in it. By the way, he likes to watch that Gege the most. Although the times are different, the things expressed are the same.

By the way, what he likes most is that mammy, a real woman.

"Master, there is something I want to ask you to help with."

Liu Liang took out the vase. Although she said that she had forgotten about the vase in the past few days, it was only temporary. If the vase was not resolved in one day, she would be unhappy for a day.

No, she has no choice but to ask Qingyue for help, and she bought a bunch of things and spent all her salary. Is it easy for her?

Fortunately, she has a husband, otherwise, 80% of her pockets would be cleaner than her face.

Qingyue glanced at the lump of mud, and then with the look of an idiot, she squinted at Liu Liang for a long time, still rolling her eyes.

"What are you doing with a piece of mud?"

"Isn't it mud?"

Liu Liang absolutely refused to admit that this was not a piece of mud, and of course it was not a vase. It was her vision and her wisdom.

"What's not mud?"

Qingyue stroked her sleeves. He said that it was mud, but it was mud. It was so gray that it was not yo-yo, it was so ugly, what was it if it was not mud?

"Master, this is an antique vase I bought."

Liu Liang flatly said, "It cost a lot of money."

"vase?"

Qingyue smiled coldly, "It looks a bit like a vase, but your eyesight is really bad."

"Maybe there is a layer of dust behind its gray or yo-yo."

Liu Liang still believes that her vision is not bad. This is a dusty pearl, just like Gu Kaizhi's painting. Beneath such an ordinary or even ugly appearance, there must be a perfect eye-catcher. The connotation of amazement.

But why does she always feel a little bad?

"Mud all around."

Qingyue doesn't even want to take a second look at the vase, such an ugly thing, thanks to his eyes, he likes bright things, especially glass, and now he eats in glass bowls, for things like mud Burned out, and now there is really no interest at all.

"Master, do you want to stop taking a look?"

Liu Liang didn't believe it, she hugged the vase tightly, as if she was hugging her weak and innocent self.

"Is something wrong?"

"You will read it wrong, but is it a teacher meeting?"

Qingyue gave her a big white eye, how could he Qingyue be someone like Liu Liang who doesn't wink.

"But I clearly feel a deep sense of heaviness."

This kind of feeling is so strong, it can't be wrong. She just bought a lot of good things with this feeling of her own, perhaps it can be said to be intuitive, and that Gu Kaizhi's painting was bought like this. Although she has donated it now, it does not belong to her, but she still feels very proud.

"At that time, only an embryonic shape was burned, and it was not yet time to color."

Qingyue flicked her sleeves, "The old man is out, remember to bring some glass bowls for the old man next time, and the old man will bring them as a gift."

Liu Liang "..."

Who was she tricked by?

"Remember what I said."

Qingyue asked again, "Don't forget."

Liu Liang took it down, but she still knew quite a bit about her master who knocked the door. If there is any good thing, it can't be given to others for nothing. His favorite thing to do is to pile those good things into a pile.

Make others jealous, slander your eyes, and touch others without touching them.

After Qingyue left, Liu Liang touched her vase for a long time again, feeling that her heart was aching.

You say you look so ugly, but you're psychologically beautiful.

As a result, you have been ugly from head to toe, from ancient times to today, you say, how did you survive?

Liu Liang really wanted to cry with the vase in her arms and mourn the money she spent. Of course, the most unacceptable thing was that this ugly thing must actually be a pile of mud.

Still ugly and ugly mud.

Forget it, she put away the vase. No matter how muddy it is, it's all mud from the Song Dynasty or Tang Dynasty. Even if it's not ugly or worthless, it's still an antique.

Although it is said that this antique is ugly and has no special features, when she goes back, she will donate this ugly vase, and I don't know if anyone wants it?

Maybe we can study the firing process of these ancient vases. This is just not colored, but the real one is made of ancient mud, which was fired by ancient people with wisdom.