Shopkeeper Huang was startled when he saw the man's face and subconsciously said, "Official..."
But she quickly realized where she was, and the words that were about to come out of her mouth stopped abruptly.
Hua Wanchi understood instantly that he had met the child’s biological father!
She looked at the man curiously, then at the face of little Liang Zicheng.
It really looks alike!
Who wouldn’t say they are father and son after seeing this?
Since this child has such a good relationship with his father, Hua Wanchi's heart is burning with excitement.
She smiled and said, "This brother and Zicheng met by chance, yet they look so similar. It's truly fate."
Song Chengxiu nodded in agreement, with a smile as bright as spring breeze on his face: "I think so too."
Hua Wanchi almost couldn't hold back her breath because of the Henan dialect, but she suddenly remembered that at this time, Henan dialect - or Kaifeng dialect, seemed to be the official language of the Central Plains.
But she still felt strange and uncomfortable.
Coughing twice to cover up the urge to laugh, Hua Wanchi said seriously:
"How could such a coincidence exist in the world? Perhaps you two have relatives from the same family."
When Shopkeeper Huang heard this, he immediately smiled guiltily: "Young Master Hua, you are joking."
She was Concubine Huang's biological sister, so Song Chengxiu certainly knew her. When he saw her and then looked at Liang Zicheng, a hint of doubt immediately appeared on his face.
Shopkeeper Huang sighed, and after holding back the word "official" for a long time, he suddenly turned it into "brother-in-law" and blurted it out.
I hope the government won't blame her for her rudeness.
After all, it would be more rude not to call it "Looks Like".
Song Chengxiu smiled and nodded: "Sister-in-law, I wonder who this child is to you? Why have I never seen him before?"
Hua Wanchi stood aside and watched the show with great interest. Since the biological father had discovered it, Manager Huang shouldn't have to worry about the child's identity being exposed and being in danger, right?
So will she reveal the identity of this child?
Hua Wanchi was very curious.
After all, everyone has their own aspirations, and the Huang family might not expect this child to become emperor.
Shopkeeper Huang said, "This child is the blood of my sister and her previous husband's family."
When he heard that it was his wife's child, Song Chengxiu immediately showed a thoughtful look on his face.
"Since we are destined to meet, bring the child to my house someday and let him meet his mother."
Although the words were not made explicit, everyone understood what was going on.
Hua Wanchi had almost finished eating the melon, so he waved goodbye and went home.
Hua Wanchi was lost in thought all the way.
By the way, she suddenly realized that since Manager Huang had the emperor as his backer, why would she be restrained by an official?
Since Tian Yiren has the support of the prime minister, it is possible that even the emperor cannot interfere with the power and secrets in his hands. In other words, the emperor's power is not that great.
It seems that there is not only a struggle for interests here, but also a power game.
Hua Wanchi felt that the matter was too complicated and her brain was about to explode.
I'd like to think of changing something.
Ancient classics are in our ancestors' knowledge base and do not need to be collected, but the ancient people's handwritten and printed copies are still of great commemorative value.
There are also porcelain and literati paintings and calligraphy. Although they do not match the historical figures she experienced, the paintings and calligraphy are equally exquisite and have great artistic value.
In other words, you can't make money, but you can show off.
The most valuable thing of the ancients was their craftsmanship!
The next day, after Hua Wanchi delivered the silk cloth and silk thread, he walked towards Xiangguo Temple with Fanfan, his hands behind his back.
Generally speaking, there were five famous kilns in this era, but most of them were directly supplied to the royal family, so only inferior products could flow into the market.
Those supplied to the royal family cannot be bought. Hua Wanchi himself is not afraid of being beheaded, but it would be bad to implicate other people in this dynasty.
Fortunately, high-end porcelain from folk kilns could still be sold, and the porcelain market in Bianjing was concentrated in Xiangguo Temple.
Although Fanfan is a local, she has never been to such a high-end place, so she feels a little restrained at the moment.
"Sir, are you here to buy porcelain?"
Hua Wanchi took out the fan he had bought from a stall last night, fanned himself, and said with a smile, "Yes, I am very interested in porcelain!"
As soon as you enter the porcelain workshop, you will see all kinds of delicate and smooth porcelain displayed everywhere, matched with the shelves in calm colors, which is really elegant.
The porcelain now includes not only vases and jars, but also pillows. The square pillows have a warm glaze and are painted with various patterns.
The porcelain stalls outside also filled the entire street, with bowls of various shapes, vases, Buddha statues, Guanyin, and all kinds of goods, dazzling to the eyes.
Hua Wanchi picked up a very cute melon-rind bowl and felt a little happy. She didn't expect that the ancients were so creative and could even make the bowl into a green watermelon texture pattern.
The glaze on the bottom of the bowl is yellow-white with some black seeds in it. It seems that watermelons of this era had white flesh, which makes sense.
Although those blue and black patterns were also very exquisite, Hua Wanchi was a worldly person and could not help but be attracted by the interesting patterns.
"How much is this?" Hua Wanchi asked the stall owner.
The stall owner spoke with such enthusiasm: "My dear, I see that your accent doesn't sound like you're from Bianjing. I'm afraid this is your first time here. I won't cheat you. The price is forty coins each!"
Hua Wanchi looked again and saw a striped vase at first glance. Such neat stripes were simply at the forefront of fashion!
"What about this?"
The stall owner glanced at it casually and continued enthusiastically, "That one isn't expensive, forty-five cents each!"
This immediately refreshed Hua Wanchi's understanding of the prices in ancient times. She had gold and silver on her, and this price was almost the same as picking them up for free!
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