{"product_id":"ming-yuan-teapot","title":"Ming Yuan teapot","description":"\u003cp\u003eAt three in the morning, a lone light burned in the workshop of Zhou Mingyuan, an elderly potter. On the workbench, a newly finished Han Tile teapot glowed with a blue-gray luster. Its flattened body resembled a Han Dynasty roof tile, and its spout stood straight and sturdy—his proudest work in fifty years.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\"Master Zhou, lend me the pot.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eA man in a black jacket emerged from the shadows, a tattoo peeking from his sleeve. Zhou tightened his grip on his carving knife. \"A Han Tile teapot demands unbroken energy flow. It’s not for your hands.\" The man sneered. Suddenly, a blast erupted outside the window, and Zhou was blinded by smoke.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eWhen he coughed his way to the bench, the Han Tile teapot was gone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThree days later, Detective Lin Feng found the teapot in a suburban warehouse. Carved inside the lid was the character \"Wu\" — identical to one on a bronze mirror seized in a relic smuggling case three years prior.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\"Master Zhou, do you recognize this?\" Lin slid over a photo. The old man’s hand trembled, his gaze drifting to an old wooden box in the corner. Under the box lay a yellowed paper inscribed with seven characters: \"Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu\".\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\"These are my master’s codes,\" the old man said, voice shaking. \"Each character corresponds to a person. Wu is the fifth...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBefore he finished, gunshots rang from the warehouse. When Lin arrived, the suspect lay in a pool of blood, clutching the Han Tile teapot. There was a crack on the body of the teapot, revealing half of the incomplete picture inside.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\"They weren’t after the pot—they wanted this.\" Lin stared at the coordinates on the chart, pointing directly to the city museum.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThat night, museum surveillance caught a familiar figure. Zhou Mingyuan, holding the repaired Han Tile teapot, lingered before a display case. Lin suddenly understood: the old man had known the secret all along. He’d hidden the chart in the clay, using special pottery earth to make the writing appear after firing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\"They killed my master back then,\" the old man said, handing the pot to Lin. \"This Han Tile was the first pot he taught me to make.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eMoonlight spilled through the window onto the teapot. The repaired crack now looked like a scar, bearing half of the unfinished character \"Wu\". Lin recalled the suspect’s last words—\"Almost...\" They’d never known: the full chart was split among seven teapots. And Zhou Mingyuan held the other six characters.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHan Wa teapot, 120cc, Purple clay\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"www.chinxingtc","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":44824721490118,"sku":null,"price":99.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0689\/3781\/0118\/files\/20250806150453.jpg?v=1754463979","url":"https:\/\/www.chinxingtc.com\/zh\/products\/ming-yuan-teapot","provider":"www.chinxingtc","version":"1.0","type":"link"}