During dinner, Yang Jing specially opened a bottle of precious red wine, called "celebrating a happy trip."

Princess was naturally particularly happy about this - this elm-wood lump has finally become enlightened and has also known romance...

When this girl was happy, she naturally drank more. Princess himself was not as good as Lao Qiang, so when she drank the bottle of red wine, Princess was already dizzy. In addition, she had moved so many places during the day. After returning to the hotel room, after saying a few words, Princess fell asleep.

After the princess fell asleep, Yang Jing tiptoed to the bathroom again, looked at the time, changed into a set of clothes, and then went to the time and space of the summer of 1982 with a shuttle skill. As for the coordinate location, it was naturally the Old Street of Ancient South of Shushan.

The shuttle location that Yang Jing chose was located at a corner on the edge of the Li River. He had already found a place when he visited Gunan Street during the day. This corner was located in a blind spot in sight. As long as there was no one in the corner, it would be impossible for anyone to see him outside.

In addition, Yang Jing was shuttled through the morning. Except for some old men and ladies who woke up early because they were too young, there were almost no other people on the entire Gunan Street.

Yang Jing was wearing an Adidas sportswear from the early 1980s, wearing a pair of sports shoes on his feet, and carrying a backpack on his back, and saw that the young man was a traveler, and his outfit would not arouse others' suspicion. Of course, before he was traveling, he also fine-tuned his appearance.

Not far along the ancient street that he had walked through during the day, Yang Jing saw a pair of white-haired old men and women sitting at the door of his house peeling the horns. Seeing Yang Jing coming from a distance, the old lady smiled at Yang Jing kindly, while the old man looked at Yang Jing with a vigilant look. Obviously, the old man was very vigilant.

The old man has gray hair and is very thin. He wears a pair of glasses with black frames. He looks very vigorous and familiar at the same time.

Yang Jing took out the Polaroid camera, took a few photos of the old couple, and then after the photos were finished, he walked over with a smile and handed over three of them to the old lady who looked very kind.

"Hello, grandma, I am a British overseas Chinese. This time I returned to China to travel here. I just saw your old couple peeling the water chestnuts and felt very harmonious and warm, so I couldn't help but take a few photos of your two elders. Do you still like it?"

The old lady took the photo with a smile, took out a pair of reading glasses from the dustpan beside her and put it on, squinted her eyes, and then she laughed at it: "Oh, this photo is taken well, young man, thank you..."

The old lady was speaking local dialect, and Yang Jing couldn't understand it, but the old lady seemed to know that it was difficult for outsiders to understand what she said, so she deliberately slowed down her speech. Yang Jing was confused and listened almost.

The old lady showed the photo to her husband again. The old man took the photo and looked at it. His face, which was still tight just now, also showed a smile.

This era is not like decades later, where you can take photos with just a mobile phone. Nowadays, taking photos is still a relatively luxurious thing. You have to go to the photo studio to take photos, and you have to wait several days to get the photos. Have you ever seen this kind of Polaroid camera?

In fact, if it weren't for getting to know these two old men, Yang Jing wouldn't have taken the risk of taking out this kind of camera. You should know that this kind of Polaroid camera will have to be developed for another ten years, and there is no such camera in the world now.

However, Yang Jing estimated that the two old men didn't know when the Polaroid appeared, and there was no one around, so he took the risk of taking out this camera to take pictures of the two old men to gain the favor of the two old men.

Sure enough, as soon as these three photos were released, the two old men became much less alert to Yang Jing, especially the old man, who spoke directly in less standard Mandarin and asked: "Young man, are you an overseas Chinese?"

"Well, grandpa, I am a returning overseas Chinese. I only returned to China with my parents in the first half of this year. I won't take advantage of the summer vacation to go out for a hike and then meet your two elders here."

Yang Jing's explanation made the warning expression on the old man's face disappear a lot again. The old man looked at Yang Jing, and a smile appeared on his face and said, "Young man, what's so fun about you coming here?"

"Oh, grandpa, you're wrong. Look around, there are all the ancient buildings in our Chinese classics, which are the essence left by our ancestors. In the UK, I can't see such good buildings. Although there are tall buildings everywhere in the UK, there is no such beauty of ancient buildings full of the charm of Jiangnan water towns. I like this, the ancient buildings here, the rivers here, and everything here!"

Yang Jing's words, especially his words "our ancestors", made the old man and the old lady smile again. This time the smile was obviously much happier, so Yang Jing decided to strike while the iron was hot.

"And, I heard from my friends that this is the birthplace of our Chinese purple clay teapots. When I was in the UK, I particularly liked the purple clay teapots left by our ancestors. I also have a set of purple clay teapots passed down from the Republic of China period. I like it very much, so I always wanted to go to the real purple clay teapot to see. Now, this time I returned to China, I can finally get what I want."

When the old couple heard Yang Jing's words, they looked at each other and smiled even more.

The old man asked with a smile: "Young man, do you like purple clay teapots?"

"Of course, grandpa, you don't know how much I like purple clay teapots. This beautiful teapot is full of indescribable charm, which makes people involuntarily addicted to it. Oh Maiga! The ancestors of China are so magical. They can create such beautiful things. I really like this beautiful purple clay teapot."

Sure enough, this kind of praise once again made the old man smile on his face. It can be seen that the old man enjoyed this kind of praise. Even though Yang Jing was not praising him, Yang Jing's praise of the purple clay teapot seemed to be no different from praising him.

The old man grabbed a stool from his side and handed it to Yang Jing. Yang Jing took it and sat opposite the old couple.

"Young man, what's your name?"

"My name is Albert. Yang, well, this is my English name, my Chinese name is Yang Nan." Yang Jing naturally would not report his real name, so he could only report his second cousin's name.

"Yang Nan? The name is good." The old man nodded slightly, "Then are you here just to see the birthplace of the purple clay teapot culture?"

"Grandpa, coming here to see with your own eyes is just one of my purposes. I heard from my friends that there are many purple clay teapot masters here, so I thought that if I could buy a purple clay teapot made by a master, it would be my luck. My father always showed off the purple clay teapot that was passed down from the Republic of China..."

The old lady was amused by Yang Jing's words and laughed again. She turned her head and said a few words to the old man, but these words were said very quickly, and Yang Jing really couldn't understand them.

After listening to his wife's words, the old man hesitated for a moment before saying to Yang Jing: "Young man, as the saying goes, meeting is fate. When you come to our Dingshu Town, you meet us again, which is also fate. Old man, I happen to make purple clay teapots. Since you like purple clay teapots so much, then come with me and take a look. If you like which one, my old man will give you a set, and you will treat it as reward for taking photos for us old couples."

"Ah? Grandpa, you also make purple clay pots? Then you must be a master."

The old man smiled and waved his hand and said, "What kind of master is that he has made purple clay teapots since he was a child. He has been doing this for a lifetime."

As he said that, the old man was about to stand up, but it was a little difficult. Yang Jing hurriedly walked up to help the old man up.

"Oh... I'm old! This guy is not okay if you don't accept old age!" The old man stood up and beat his waist, saying with emotion.

"I think you are in good health. By the way, grandpa, you must be eighty this year, right?"

The old man shook his head and smiled, "It's not yet, but it's almost done. Old man, I'm seventy-nine years old this year, and only eighty next year. Alas, this man, at this age, he won't have a few years to live."

"Look at what you said, with your tough spirit, I see that it is absolutely fine to live to ninety-nine."

The old man burst into laughter.

After following the old man into the quaint wooden door, the scene inside the house made Yang Jing take a breath.

This house is a two-story brick and wood building. The room on the first floor is about twenty square meters, but this room does not have the decorations, sofas, coffee tables, TVs, etc. in the living room of ordinary people. However, there is a rectangular table with two or three meters long and more than one meter wide in the middle of the house. There are many tools and half-made purple clay teapots on it. This should be a workbench.

On the four walls of the house are four handmade wooden racks, which are almost as high as the ceiling of the roof and width occupy the entire wall. The four wooden racks are all purple clay teapots, including separate teapots, and a set of purple clay teapots with tea cups. They are densely placed on the wooden racks. Generally speaking, there are hundreds of purple clay teapots (sets).

The most important thing is that each of these purple clay teapots is full of an indescribable charm. This charm cannot be described, but it makes people feel extremely comfortable to look at. Even if Yang Jing is not very proficient in purple clay teapots, he can tell at a glance that these purple clay teapots are definitely among the best.

These purple clay teapots are definitely not comparable to those on the market.
Chapter completed!