Reborn As Super Heiress

In history, there wasn’t just one emperor like Chai Rong who lost his ambition to hobbies.

For instance, Song Huizong Zhao Ji was so obsessed with calligraphy and painting that he created his own style, "Slender Gold Script," and could absolutely be considered a master artist in calligraphy and painting;

Another example is Ming Xizong Zhu Youschool, whose favorite pastime was woodworking. It’s said that the wooden birds he carved and crafted could fly in the sky, even the court artisans were amazed.

These emperors, who neglected their official duties for their special hobbies, were often exceptionally skilled and specialized in their respective fields.

Just like the Poyun Qing Chai Kiln produced by the Zhou Shizong Chai Rong, even in modern times, with current technological levels and exquisite craftsmanship, it’s impossible to perfectly replicate this color.

Most famous kilns’ porcelains in Huaxia have been handed down through generations, but the Chai Kiln has long since lost its traces, and even the site of the Chai Kiln has yet to be discovered.

If these pieces of porcelain before us are truly from the Chai Kiln, then this legendary object really can be seen in its entirety.

Elder Jiang said he was seventy percent sure, but Huo Sining, who had examined the porcelain pieces with the Heavenly Eye, already had the answer in mind.

The purple aura around these shards was indeed from over a thousand years ago. Combined with the characteristics of these pieces, Huo Sining was almost certain that this was indeed from the Chai Kiln!

The few people in the pavilion were all like a pot that’s been stirred, reluctant to take their eyes off the fragments on the stone table.

Elder Jiang examined each piece thoroughly, matched and aligned them, and finally nodded:

"The fragments are all here. It’s all the pieces from a single porcelain plate. You did well professionally, not missing a piece, otherwise, this would just be treated as broken shards."

Upon hearing Elder Jiang’s words, Wu Qingshan became slightly excited: "Uncle Jiang, does this mean you’ll take on the job?"

"Hmm." Elder Jiang looked up at Wu Qingshan, coughed slightly, and said:

"I didn’t say that. You know my rules here: I don’t take on anything troublesome. As you know, the Chai Kiln isn’t like other items; it’s significant. If there’s any issue, I won’t get involved. So, tell me first, where did you get this stuff?"

Upon hearing Elder Jiang’s words, Wu Qingshan knew this was basically a done deal. Overjoyed, he eagerly explained how he came across these porcelain shards.

"This was actually a few months ago. You know, I actually come from a self-taught background. It was at the age of thirty-something that I caught the eye of my mentor, receiving guidance and training. It’s like a blessing from the ancestors."

"Nowadays, although I’m in charge of many things at Huimo Hall, sometimes when needed, I’ll run around with clients."

"In July, I went with a client to the area around Xi Shan to check out some goods, and on the weekend, we went to the area around Fengtai County in Xi Shan."

"Those in the collection field generally like to head into the countryside because rural households typically have old goods, and rural people often can’t appraise the value, so prices are more negotiable."

"We went there, and cars couldn’t get into that village, only motorcycles. It turned out that the weather, which was fine, suddenly turned to heavy rain when we reached a village."

"We had no choice but to park the motorbikes under a farmer’s eaves, and we told an old woman from that farmer’s family that we were waiting out the rain at their place."

"Summer thunderstorms come and go quickly. The rain stopped in less than twenty minutes, and we weren’t planning to delay. Just as we were about to leave after the rain stopped, the male owner of the house returned."

"The old farmer was being helped back home, with blood oozing from his feet. We thought it wasn’t appropriate to leave immediately seeing the situation. We helped clean his wounds and asked what had happened."

"The old farmer explained. It was July, the farming season. He was barefoot in the field when the rain suddenly came. In a hurry, he tried to get on the field ridge."

"In his rush, he didn’t know what he stepped on in the field and directly cut a several-inch wound on his foot, bleeding profusely. Fortunately, his field was connected to others’, and people working nearby helped him back."

Speaking of this, a hint of relieved amusement flashed in Wu Qingshan’s eyes:

"That old man is quite the character. Despite having such a deep cut, he insisted on digging up the thing that cut him out of the ground, even though it was wrapped in mud. He carried it back while being supported by others."

"After treating the wound, he found a bucket, cleaned that muddy thing, and once it showed its true form, he was furious, brimming with anger."

"What cut his foot was actually a broken porcelain shard, likely from the base of a plate, with a very sharp edge. This sharp edge seemed to be the culprit for his wound."

"The old man was really upset, thinking it was the work of some careless child who dumped the fragment in his field. He grumbled loudly, then tossed it into the yard, landing right by my feet."

"When I saw that shard, I felt something was off and instinctively picked it up. Though it was still covered in mud, the color of the Tianqing glaze caught my eye immediately."

"But I was there with clients at the time, so I didn’t dare show too much interest. The next day, after dropping the client back in the city, I returned to the old man’s house, gave him two hundred yuan, and asked him to show me the field where he got cut. Carefully, I excavated that piece of land."

"After a few hours of searching, I managed to gather all the fragments of the porcelain piece, about fourteen of them, perfectly matching a complete porcelain plate."

"Luckily, the old man wasn’t aware of its value. Despite knowing that I deal in antiques and frequently purchase pots and jars from the village, he didn’t recognize the worth of these shards. He was content with the two hundred yuan I gave him and left, allowing me to seize the opportunity."