Curium Porcelain Record

In March of the seventeenth year of Wanli, the canal was opened. Shen Curium, a craftsman from Dezhou City, squatted on the threshold, repairing a blue and white bowl for the Yang family of tofu. Four pieces of ballast, two fractures, and one gap. He lay on the ground and looked at it for half an hour. What he saw was not the bowl, but how it was broken - the thing that was dropped was different from the one that was beaten, and the thing that fell by his own hand was even different from the one that was knocked out of his hand. When he said those words, he didn't know that this bowl would drag him into an old game from twelve years ago. That year, my adoptive father died in the first year of Kaihe, leaving only half a sentence before his death. A white porcelain poppy was smashed open, and it was empty inside. He took a handful and went out. From Dezhou to Xuzhou Hong, two groups faced each other on the dam. He placed sixty bowls and let the bowls speak for themselves; from Yangzhou to Huai'an Changyingcang, one hundred thousand stones of grain were reported to have "drifted", and the water at the place where the ship sank was only up to the knees; the branches were kicked with water, the colors were broken due to fire, the teeth were drawn with salt, and the warp was broken by the loom - there are thirty-six rows on the Cao River. Each row has its own rules and each row has its own account. He later learned that the real account was not in the warehouse, but in the hands of the "general". The people in the world secretly called that person "Zhibi". He has been working on things all his life: bowls, vats, pottery, hinges, a ship's account, and a bureau. In the end, he realized that the most difficult thing to overcome was himself - a person with no place of origin, no identity, and even his name was written on someone else's paper.