Moling, a small town located on the Yangtze River, was honored to be a capital of Gao Chong, and the prosperity that had never been expected before also came. The city walls have been greatly expanded. The establishment of second-level governance institutions in states and counties, as well as the influx of family members at all levels, provided practical possibilities for the expansion of the city's population.

At the same time, the unification of Yangzhou also led to the separation of Jiangnan and Jiangbei from division to integration. With the continuous expansion of Gao Chong, Moling gradually became a big city in the south. The opportunity to make money and the smooth waterways allowed goods from the southeast, west and north to transfer here, and also caused merchants from all walks of life to gather.

Especially Gao Chong's past tax exemption, and the policy of encouraging trade allowed those giant merchants who were in danger of chaotic wars in the north to turn their attention to Jiangdong. The interests were, that is, the merchants who always put profit first purchased exquisite amber, pearls, tortoiseshell and other utensils from the farther Lingnan area, and transported them to the Central Plains through Moling or Jizhou in the north to sell wealthy families with a moment of power, and thus profited from Zhongbian.

"Pampered handsome, Gong Jin, you are back!" Lu Su looked a little thin, and it was obvious that he was very tired these days.

"Zijing, should this Moling be changed to Jinling? Look at the way people come and go, your state Kuri is not far away!" As soon as he arrived at the city gate, Lu Su, Gu Yong and a group of officials came to greet him. Zhou Yu had not seen Lu Su for a long time, and he quipped with emotion.

"Jinling——, a good name." Gao Chong laughed.

"I really like it, and I immediately made someone carve it on the city gate tower." Lu Su smiled slightly and said.

Several people have not seen each other for many days, and they are talking and laughing in their language, and they are very happy. Gao Chong, Zhou Yu and Lu Su walk together. This time they return, they are greeted by the people in the city. The joy of triumphant dilutes the elegy of the fallen soldiers. Gao Chong has become a symbol of ever-invincible victory in the eyes of these people.

This is both a glory and a danger.

Glory can turn into the driving force of worship and can also increase more uncertainty. Once the premise of worship is gone, danger will come.

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"No, it's because the coach is back. Do you know?" A retired soldier who lost his left arm said proudly.

After only half an hour, the city gate was crowded with people watching. Although the soldiers in charge of the guards tried their best to separate the surging crowd, they could only squeeze out a narrow road.

"Who is the handsome young general on the left?" A girl who finally got to the front position with shy eyes, leaned into her companion's ear and asked softly.

"Tsk, that's Mizhou Lang, who is famous for Jiangdong, and the handsome man is the black-faced person on the right. "The answer was an older woman next to her. He seemed to be more knowledgeable than the girl just now.

The two women's answer seemed unintentional, but it attracted the attention of a fifteen- and six-year-old pretty girl in a slurry red silk shirt and green pants not far behind them. Her eyes were always staring at Gao Chong's figure since then, and she never left.

Of course, almost all the women on the street were crazy about Gao Chong. This blindness existed deep in their hearts and originated from their nature. Compared with these sincerely fanatical women, the girl's eyes were cold and resentful, with a cold and silent light.

And these things, Gao Chong, who was immersed in the cheering crowd, had no time to pay attention to them. He enjoyed the satisfaction of being favored. He had such opportunities before, and I believe that there will be more and more in the future. Every cheer is a recognition of Gao Chong's efforts. He was young and had no reason not to intoxicate himself.

Located in the mansion of the prefecture master in the center of Moling City, the servants and maids who were waiting for Gao Chong to return were already busy. As the main room, the fierce and capable Musha had already arranged everything in an orderly manner. The bluestone road in front of the mansion had been washed three times with clear water, and big red lanterns symbolizing joy were hung on the doors on both sides.

Da Qiao welcomed her daughter who was less than six months old in front of the hall. On Qingyue's petite and cute face, her charming big eyes were flashing, and her chubby mouth was slightly opened, opening and closing, as if she was saying that her father was coming back.

Lu Ti, who has always loved to wear pure white clothes, has changed into a red dress today. She is a newcomer as a wife. Compared with the straightforward Musa and Da Qiao, who has become a mother, Lu Ti is much less experienced in being a woman.

That night, Gao Chong, Musha, Lu Ti, and Qiao Yu sat around the table. Looking at the three charming wives, Gao Chong couldn't help laughing from the bottom of his heart.

Unexpectedly, Gao Chong had not smiled, and Qingyue, who was lying in the cradle beside him, suddenly started crying. Gao Chong, the first father, rarely fulfilled his responsibilities. He was happy and hurried over to hug him. However, this little girl was afraid of being alive and cried even more fiercely than before. Da Qiao and Musha and Lu Ti looked at each other and laughed at each other. Just as they stood up to take it, they were grabbed by Musha.

"What's the matter with my sister? I haven't seen each other for half a year, so I'll let the little girl recognize her child!"

Gao Chong, a man who was in a storm on the battlefield, was like a helpless novice at this time. Looking at his daughter who was crying more and more fiercely, there was no way to do anything.

When I wanted to show off my fatherly style, the little girl didn't appreciate it at all.

I looked back and wanted to comfort me softly, but the little girl turned her head to the other side and ignored herself at all.

Finally, the exhausted Gao Chong had no choice but to ask the three ladies for help: "Oh, this girl has a very tough temper, like me. Yu'er, come here quickly, this time it's the first time I've suffered a defeat."

Musha smiled and said, "In my daughter, you still have to lose money, why are you yelling about poverty?"

The family was having fun talking and laughing like this. Da Qiao stood up and hugged Qingyue from Gao Chong's arms. The little girl was less than a year old, but she seemed to be able to feel a difference and immediately stopped crying.

Just as Gao Chong's face turned red and was helpless, he felt something wet on his chest. He looked down and saw that it was the little girl's masterpiece of peeing.

Gao Chong pretended to be furious and waved his palms to look at Qingyue. Unexpectedly, the little girl was not afraid and only looked at Gao Chong with her big round eyes.

The father and daughter stared at each other for a moment. When Gao Chong saw that he could not be afraid, he had to look for a step. He laughed and said, "This little guy, I just came back to show the color. In the future, I will definitely be a rude master!"

"Hmph, my Qingyue is not like you. She knows how to fight and kill all day long." Da Qiao said jokingly while feeding the child.

Time flies through this casual chat. This rare gathering is the best way for Gao Chong to relax. The man stays in a gentle place and the man lies in a beautiful bed for a long time. Facing such a warm and moving scene, Gao Chong couldn't help but drink a lot. By midnight, Gao Chong had already drunk the wine, his mind was rising, and his heart was a little drunk.

"This time I came back, it is really my blessing to see the three ladies getting along so well." Gao Chong smiled, and fell down again with a big mouthful.

"How beautiful you, my husband has been out for several months, and there are only three of us women left in the mansion. If you don't understand each other, wouldn't you be able to get along with me?" Mu Sha said angrily, pride Gao Chong.

"Well, I have to comfort myself tonight. This beauty needs to take care of Qingyue. Princess, you and Tier are reluctant to let me accompany me in the first and second half of the night!" Gao Chong was so drunk that he couldn't help but talk nonsense.

"This, our sisters have already agreed that we will have one house tonight, and our husband will have one house." Musha winked at Lu Ti and said.

Gao Chong, who had long been looking forward to quenching his hunger, did not expect to marry three beauties but end up staying alone in the empty room. Musha's methods were really amazing. Look at this, even if Gao Chong wanted more women, he would have to end up like a bachelor when he said something to Musha.

That night, Gao Chong, who was helpless, sighed and was alone in the side room. In Musa's main room, the red candle was extinguished.

Lu Ti was lying on the bed, but tossed and turned, tossing and turning but couldn't sleep.

In the darkness, Musha whispered: "If my sister misses a man, just go."

"Who thinks they are stinky men!" Lu Ti said angrily.

"I don't know my sister's thoughts. Isn't it just because I feel sorry for sleepless night? If I don't let you go this night, wouldn't I hate me to death then!" Musha chuckled.

"Sister, don't you miss him?" Lu Ti asked.

Musha said, "I think, why don't I think. But I know that my husband always feels more grateful to me, but I love my sister with all my heart. Compared with the two, I can tell which one is more important?" Musha's words were filled with a hint of resentment.

When it was ugly, the moon quietly climbed past an old tree in front of the courtyard, scattering and falling into the light all over the ground.

Gao Chong hugged Lu Ti lightly, kissed her thin earlobe with his lips, and said, "Ti'er, look at the moonlight shining on the yard, why are there less of this half, but more of that half?"

This unrestrained nonsense was spoken from Gao Chong's half drunk, symbolizing his extremely happy state of mind at this moment.

"In Shaochong's heart, I don't know which half is more and which half is less?" Lu Ti whispered with a red face set against a happy red face.

"I don't know. When you left me, I felt that my heart was telling me that I must get her back. Now in my heart, you, the princess, Yu'er, and Qingyue have become indispensable parts of life. I don't want to, really don't want to lose any of you." Gao Chong's voice was low and powerful, and his hands began to stubbornly penetrate the fiery red clothes, where there was a pair of things that made men dream of.

A cloud floated over, covering the shy moon that didn't want to see the love in the world anymore. Gao Chong picked up the soft and powerless Lu Ti. Tonight was a wonderful night.

Happy days always pass quickly. In a blink of an eye, Gao Chong has returned to "Jinling" for a month. During this month, Gao Chong not only went to the prefecture to handle some daily documents every day, but also invited Zhou Yu, Lu Su, Gu Yong, Liu Ye, Cui Yan and other civil and military officials to drink and have fun.

During the six months after Gao Chong's battle with Jiangxia, Lu Su took on the responsibility of governing Yangzhou. While actively taking advantage of talented people, he also dispatched important positions in various places at the right time. On the other hand, he opened up widespread channels to increase revenue and reduce expenditure, so that the Yangzhou treasury, which was originally almost nothing, could provide necessary supplies and food for the expeditionary army.

"Pengshuai, look, this is a porcelain shipped from Xinping County, Yuzhang County." On this day, Lu Su carefully presented Gao Chong with an exquisitely made porcelain cup.

Gao Chong took the exquisite and transparent thin cup from Lu Su, and after finishing it, he couldn't put it down: "What is this cup made of? It's so light and flexible, it's adorable!"

"People coach, according to the Xinping County Magistrate (formerly known as Jingdezhen), it was reported that it was made of soil." Lu Su replied.

"Soil? How magic is this soil so magical?" Gao Chong said strangely.

"The craft of using soil to make pottery has existed since ancient times. Before bronze ware in the Shang and Zhou dynasties became popular, most of the utensils used by our ancestors were mainly pottery, but later it gradually became less valued. Of course, the pottery at that time was not a rough piece, far from the exquisite porcelain that Chongshuai saw today." Lu Su explained that he, who was knowledgeable and talented, naturally knew much more about the history of the development of ceramics than Gao Chong.

Gao Chong looked back and forth carefully at the porcelain cup in his hand. The crystal texture on the edge of the cup was shining with a strange halo, and it looked so pure and flawless.

"Did the magistrate of Xinping say how many such porcelain cups have been fired?" Gao Ping asked thoughtfully.

Lu Su replied: "As far as I know, the finished products are as rare as this, there will be no more than ten."

"So, there are quite a lot of damage?" Gao Chong asked.

Lu Su nodded and said, "The porcelain burning process is quite complicated. If the heat is a little worse, all the finished products will be scrapped. Last spring, Xinping County began trial-making porcelain, and it was not until today."

"Zijing, what would happen if this porcelain cup flowed to the Central Plains?" Although Lu Su's answer made Gao Chong a little discouraged, he still had confidence because he saw a little hope in a vague way.

It has been more than a thousand years since the wine bottles cast in bronze as food items. Although the skills of casting copper dishes have become more and more pure as time goes by, the shortcomings of bronze itself being bulky and opaque cannot be overcome. Today, the emergence of porcelain cups may really become a trend to replace bronze.
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