C1868 A dispute over a pot (1/2)

The exchange of gifts at such diplomatic ceremonies was more of a symbol, such as the carving of crucifixion and biblical tales of the crucifix in the rosewood from the Governor Philip. On one hand, the gifts were valuable, and on the other, they were meant for missionary purposes.

And the porcelain bottle that Xiao Letian returned to them was even more of a standard and proper national gift. In any case, no one would say that it was a gift from the Chinese people that was worthy of its name.

On the other hand, Tongzhi also gave a small white jade table screen, which belonged to the study of scholars. It was very elegant and refined, and the rare white jade as a gift could also reflect Chinese elements.

But just as Da Sixi was about to get someone to take out the table, Governor Philip's eyes were tightly staring at the purple clay pot in Er Mao's hand.

It was not accurate to say that they were staring at it, but it could be said that they had noticed it with their nose and eyes. This was because not only did the purple clay pot have a simple style, it was also emitting a strong fragrance.

”Your Majesty, I wonder if I can take a look at the … This is a pot, right? What's the material? ”

Any one could see the greed in Governor Philip's eyes, and Zai Chun hesitated as he looked at Hairy Two. ”About that …” ”Please show the purple clay pot to the Governor …”

Governor Philip was already captivated by the purple clay pot and could not hear anything weird about it. On the other hand, the Dutch Governor's heart was in turmoil.

”Why does the Chinese emperor have a feeling of dread toward this young man who is obviously a eunuch? It was actually a tone of discussion, and the young eunuch was a little unwilling to do so? ”There's a ghost, there's a ghost here …”

Er Mao really did not want it, because this pot was the leader's treasure and was also one that Xiao Letian liked.

He took a probing glance at Xiao Letian and realised that his foster father's expression was very calm, he had no choice but to take out the teapot, and spoke in fluent English: ”Please be careful, this is the purple clay pot from the Ming Dynasty.”

purple clay pot originated from the Ming Dynasty, and there were many historical pot makers such as Big Bin, Xu Youquan and other masters of the Ming Dynasty, and in the Qing Dynasty, there were also Chen Hongshou, Yang Pengniang, and so on.

But the pot in Er Mao's hands was very special, his name was not a specific person's name, but a place with only four words: 'Monk of the Golden Sand'. This purple clay pot could be considered a kind of purple clay pot, it had an ancient design and its literary value was extremely high.

Speaking of this pot, it was a gift from the Jiangnan God Hu Xueyan, to the Chief, it was very memorable.

Although the Governor Philip didn't play with purple clay pot, he was still an antique collector. Even if he didn't know who the good stuff was, he could smell the vicissitudes of history on it.

”Ming Dynasty!” So powerful … ”Why is it so fragrant? What kind of good tea have you made?” The Governor Philip asked.

Hairy # 2 smiled and said, ”There's no tea leaves inside. It's just a pot of boiling water …”

”Boiling water? Pure boiled water? ”Impossible, there's clearly a fragrance here …”

”You don't understand, this is the purple clay pot's secret …”

The truly good purple clay pot required a pot to be raised. For the new pot to be held on hand for two years and not touched by others, one had to make a plate with their own hands and slowly and delicately play with the pot handle.

After that, it would be time to make the tea. As time passed, the fragrance of the tea would seep into the purple clay pot, and if no tea leaves were to be poured into the water, the fragrance of the tea could be released for hundreds of years. This is the pot.