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Green Mountain

Time flies quickly; may you enjoy a cup of drink. I know not the height of the green mountain, nor the depth of the earth. Only watching as the seasons change, that it took people's lives.

The Speaking Pork Trotter · Eastern
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173 Chs

89, Gai Kiln-2

He looked up and saw the door of the kiln factory wide open; the courtyard was pervaded by gray dust, Chen Ji and others had their faces and heads covered in dirt, each with a strip of cloth tied around their mouth and nose, pushing a huge stone roller in the courtyard, grinding pieces of broken porcelain into powder.

This was completely different from what Chen Wenzong had imagined. He thought the Princely Heir and the Commandery Princess had come to enjoy a joyful outing in the snow looking for plum blossoms, but unexpectedly, they were engaged in dirty and tiring work in a dilapidated kiln factory.

The Zhou Family Pottery Factory covered about two acres. To the left was a row of low earthen houses with broken roof tiles; in the middle was a large flat kiln that was not yet lit; to the left, piles of defective porcelain towered like mountains, along with a huge stone roller.