Before meeting Xin Chengzhou and Zeng Jiabei, Xia Sui's life was not much different from others. But it was a rougher life. I lost my parents at a young age and grew up with my master. After going to college, I returned to the alleys of Hangzhou and quietly looked for a place to make porcelain in the ever-changing era. I was prepared to spend my life just guarding the porcelain kiln. But when accidents happened one after another, and the cause of her parents' death was full of doubts, and when she stepped out of comfort, what did she see?
"Young man, you have really good taste. This porcelain belongs to Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty. I don't want more, just fifty thousand."
"Sell it for twenty?"
"No matter what, I have to add another five yuan!"
"Actually, looking at porcelain is much easier than looking at people. Whether it is true or false is on the surface. Unlike people, it is hidden inside and outside, making it difficult to distinguish true from false."
A story about the era of antique porcelain, a rebellious young man, who naturally goes out of his way for his friends, goes through fire and water for his lover, endures for his relatives, and of course, stays true to his love until death.
Young people are fearless and have a little bit of imagination
Purpose: Carry forward the traditional virtue culture of the Chinese nation