C78 The Supreme Being Wu Bao Had Returned to His Homeland

This early winter morning, rare good weather. Mrs. Burns of the Ward Manor in England still strictly followed the old rules of the Ward Manor and the Ward Family. She planned to light the fireplace in Mr. Alward's bedroom before dawn so that the old man could feel that the fireplace would light up by itself in the morning. But. . . When she opened the door, she found that Mr. Alward had already gone out.

It was a rare sunny early morning in the early winter. Wearing a hat and a windbreaker, Mr. Alward held a "Schiker" (Staff) in his hand. He looked like a noble from ancient China who had come out with a sword. Of course, he did not go to the battlefield. Instead, he went to the stable in his manor.

As a new invention of the era, cars were not so popular with Mr. Edward. He preferred horses as transportation, and didn't want to change the stable into a garage. But. . . Mr. Alward was not a stubborn old man, he agreed to let the car into his manor. . . However, building a garage far away from the stables. . . In order to avoid disturbing his horse, he had another request: the stables must be more luxurious than the garage. Of course, His wish was supported by the government.

His volunteer male servant took out a horse for him. He got on the horse, passed through the entire manor, and arrived at the private museum on the other side of the manor named after his Aiwa family.

Today, he would welcome a guest from the far east that he had waited for 70 years. It was a group of young craftsmen from China who were 70 years younger than him.

Before Mr. Edward's little guests arrived, his maid made him tea. But. . . The moment Mr. Edward picked up the teacup, he put it down again. He stood up. He walked to the cabinet where he kept the porcelain and opened the glass cabinet. He reached in and carefully took out one of the tea sets. On the wooden base of the tea set, there were eight words written in Mandarin: "Item selection. [From Dongou], on these eight small words: There were four black and thick words in the middle: "Dongou Misty Porcelain" Mr. Edward once again carefully played with this tea set. It was white as jade and as thin as paper. The sound was like a gong and as clear as a mirror. His thoughts flew back to the shore of the beautiful Eastern China 70 years ago. He seemed to have seen the scene of Craftsman Wu using a pile of yellow soil and a pool of kiln fire to meticulously cook the "Misty Green porcelain cup. "

Mr. Edward motioned for the maid to pour another cup of hot tea in the teacup, indicating that she should not add cold milk. Because he knew very well that the tea leaves in China started from the 17th century into England. . . At that time, when the tea was brewed in the British tea set, the tea cup would often explode due to heat. Thus, At that time, when the British drank tea, if they used British porcelain, they would first pour some cold milk into the tea cup. Then they could use boiling water to make tea. Due to the buffer effect of cold milk, The tea cup would not be damaged. In England, only rich people would flaunt the authentic Chinese tea set that they had bought at a high price. Only when they were making tea would they do so in front of the guests. First, they poured the boiling water into the teacup, then added the milk. "Tea first and milk later" were regarded as the rules of a noble family. On the contrary, "First milk before tea" was the symbol of a poor person. For Mr. Edward, this detail could not be neglected. Today. . . He was going to use this method that the British thought was expensive, and finally use this authentic porcelain from China's Dongou. He would drink tea again.

Before Mr. Alward finished his Chinese tea, his great-grandson's daughter Alice had already brought a group of young people to Wharton's private museum.

Before Alice could introduce them, Edward's hands were already trembling as he stretched out his hands towards the young man!

He said, "I've finally waited for you!" As he spoke, a pair of hot tears rolled out of his deeply sunken eyes! The young people could no longer suppress the excitement in their hearts. Their eyes were also wet!

Mr. Award picked up the porcelain cup in his hand and walked in front of Wang Nanyuan. He said to the young man with a profound meaning, "Young man, this cup is not the work of your 'Wang Shi Tang'. However, it is indeed the treasure of China that your ancestor, the 'Wang family', treasured. This was because China had reached the era of Song Yuanyi's friendship. Your neighbor, the Dragon Spring kiln, had risen to prominence together with the white porcelain of Jingde Town and the five colored porcelain. At that time, the blue and white porcelain of the Dragon Spring kiln had already been surrounded by enemies from all sides. Time sometimes created classics, but sometimes it also became the cruelest destroyer. Now, the production of you people is almost impossible to pass down to Xin Huo!"

Wang Nanyuan looked into Aiwa's deep eyes and said," Mister, you are right. However, as long as the treasure in your hands is still there, as long as the spirit of the craftsmen in China is still there, our new master will definitely bring the name of the porcelain back to life. Therefore, thank you so much for everything you've done for our Master Wu! "

Mr. Award nodded his head deeply and said," Today. . . These treasures will be returned to their owners. I'm very lucky that I can live for so long. In my lifetime, I can keep my promise with the craftsmen of China, and I can learn from the ancient people of China. There was once a legendary story of 'a treasure returned to its rightful place'. This is such a glorious and meaningful thing!"

When the young craftsmen heard this, they said in unison," Sir, you are too great! "

Mr. Edward opened a drawer and took out a rectangular green porcelain box with a grayish-white color. He signaled Wang Nanyuan to open it.

As Wang Nanyuan carefully and solemnly moved, the porcelain box slowly opened. At that moment, the young people let out a soft cheer. "Oh, oh, the Shadow Book of 'The Treasure Map of Ouu'!"

"Yes, the 'Book of the Crow', that's right!" Alice walked forward and handed the 'Ou Treasure Map' that the craftsmen of the new Ou had given her to Mr. Edward.

Mr. Edward's hands started to tremble violently once again. However, he tried his best to calm himself down. He opened the book of the map of Ou and the book of Yang. He picked up the magnifying glass and carefully examined and analyzed it for a long time. Finally. . . He gently closed them and solemnly combined them into one. He handed it to Wang Nanyuan and said, "Young people from China, You are brave people, with your brave hearts, Go, bring back the Oubao that originally belonged to you! Remember, they also belong to the world. They belong to all the brave craftsmen in this world who have the great heart of a craftsman!"

After that, Alice supported her great-grandfather. One by one, the rare "Oupu" from the shore of Oubo, China, that had been treasured for seventy years, was presented before the eyes of the new Oubo craftsmen. At this moment, the new Ou Craftsmen felt as if their hearts were about to jump out of their chests!

They were familiar with and unfamiliar with everything that was happening in front of them. What was familiar was that each piece of the Ouls exuded a unique aura of an Ouls Craftsman. The spirit of a blacksmith was deeply engraved on their bodies. The strange thing was that there were so many Oubo. They were the ones who had never seen them since they were born. Some of them had never even heard of it. Thus, they widened their eyes. One by one, they carefully identified the words on the pedestal:

Jewelry Dragon, wooden puppet head, fine patterned paper, colored stone embedding, bamboo silk embedding, calligraphy dragon lantern, Tiancheng Palace Lantern, silver-colored glass carving, cross-border embroidery, rice sculpting, silk sculpting, Youyou sculpting, colored clay sculpting, egg painting, Falang Platinum Painting, Taiping Jade Scissors Paper, modulated colored paper cutting, modulated paint painting, golden lacquer round wood. . .

All of this seemed to have caused time to stop. All of this seemed to have allowed the world to not be isolated at all. All of this was a marvelous and ingenious world. This world did not have space-time, no boundaries, no humans, no nobleness, and so on. They were one entity. It was in the past, and it would be in the future!

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When Mr. Award picked up his "Schiker" (Staff) and waved goodbye to the young craftsmen of China, He motioned for Alice to go with them, but. . . Alice shook her head. The beautiful blonde girl looked at the handsome young man she truly loved, and held the hand of the lively girl named Asparagus. Her pair of blue crystal-like eyes. It was like an azure sea, deep and broad. She knew. . . That eastern man didn't belong to England, Wharton, or Alice. He was like an eagle. With his dream, he would definitely fly back to his hometown. And by his side, the flying bird had already finished combing its feathers. It was waiting under the sunlight. And they weren't alone, behind them, There was also a group of hawks that could fly in the blue sky that would take off with them. They would fly back to the far east, back to the shore of the Ou River that had been a myth for a thousand years.

Alice looked at them. At this moment, they had already brought the Supreme Oubo and flapped their wings to return.