Go back to the valley to farm

Chapter 277 Process Improvement
Chapter 270 Eighth Process Improvement

The cousin said: "Put the sand pots in, put the big ones in the middle, and the small ones around, forming a mound shape, so that the steamed buns can be covered."

Then he went on to say, "You can put about 9 sand pots on a stove, and it usually takes eight to nine minutes to burn it. The heat depends on your eyes."

After finishing speaking, he said to Li Junge: "This batch is almost done, please step aside."

Li Junge pulled Ayin back a few steps, and his cousin lifted up the cover of the kiln with a hook, and suddenly the heat wave hit his face, which scared Ayin back a while with a "Ouch".

Li Junge looked at the red sand pot in the kiln mouth and said: "Kiln firing is a hard life. It's better in winter. You can light the fire in the daytime, and people are not so uncomfortable; in summer, you will suffer. The heat is deadly." If you say that it can only be burned at night, then you will be annoyed..."

I saw my cousin hook one jar to another kiln eye, and said: "The eye here is called a glaze eye, and it is used for glazing."

Ayin didn't understand again: "If this glaze water drops on it, won't the casserole be completely fried?"

My cousin laughed out loud, as if he had heard something funny, and said, "Just keep reading."

After setting up the pot, my cousin added some sawdust to the glaze eye, and then added some half-grown pine branches into the kiln through a hole, and a puff of green smoke suddenly came out.

Then my cousin picked up the lid of the steamed bun and put it on again. After two or three minutes, he said, "Okay."

Ayin thought for a while, then jumped up suddenly: "I understand! I understand! This glaze is not a liquid, it is actually pine smoke, right?!"

The cousin said, "That's right! Ah Yin is really smart!"

After speaking, he opened the lid, and sure enough, the sand jars inside the glazed eyes turned black and blue. My cousin will pick out the jars one by one with a long steel bar, and let them cool down slowly by the side of the kiln.

Li Junge walked out of the shed, picked up a burnt jar from the corner of the room and said, "Look, Ah Yin, the jar was khaki-yellow before it was glazed, which is different from the coal-sand jars you usually see."

My cousin explained: "In fact, it is to infiltrate a layer of carbon on the surface of the sand tank to increase the strength and plug the holes. It is resistant to high temperature, corrosion, non-oxidation, non-discoloration, and does not chemically react with various substances in food and medicinal materials. Easy to use and clean."

A Yin shook his head again and sighed: "I would never have thought of such a solution...such a simple trick can solve so many problems! The ancestors are so smart!"

Li Junge said with a smile: "Don't underestimate yourself, maybe you got it from your experience. We Chinese are experts in making utensils with mud!"

Ayin said to the uncle again: "Uncle, I see there are many other shapes over there, what are they all for?"

The uncle pointed with his fingers: "This is a tall pot, for boiling water, this is a urn-mouth pot, for cooking rice, this is a flat pot, for stir-frying vegetables, this is an ox head pot, for making tea, and this It's a rice cooker, a wine cooker, a pot,..."

There are all kinds of things, some are not, and there are more than 20 kinds of them.

A Yin asked: "Uncle, who did you learn this skill from?"

The uncle said: "This is an old handicraft in our Jiachuan. It existed before liberation. Piwa's grandfather passed it on to me..."

Ayin and Li Junge glanced at each other, their eyes brightened.

A Yin took out his cell phone and started calling: "Hello? Mayor Min? I'm A Yin! Hey, okay, call me Uncle Min... Uncle Min, did you tell me last time that your township has no intangible cultural heritage? Obviously there are! What? Hahaha I didn’t lie to you... Well, I’m in your township, at my boyfriend’s uncle’s house... Oh, Uncle Min, don’t make trouble!... Um... Uh, I don’t know, I I only know that there is an uncle in their family named Shi Baoquan who sails the boat in our Lijiagou, oh you know? Yes! It is a coal sand tank, why didn’t you apply for such a good project?... Hahaha no thanks no thanks... ...No need to come, no need to come, we will go back tonight! Well, then I will hang up, Happy New Year, Uncle Min!"

After speaking, he hung up the phone and smiled at Li Junge, "It's done!"

Li Junge smiled and said, "Why do you know the village chief Min across the river?"

A Yin said with a smile: "The last time I was appraised as advanced, all the village cadres got to know each other at a meeting in the county."

Li Junge was surprised: "When did you become advanced again?"

A Yin said: "Just when you go to the capital, oops, don't talk about this..."

Turning to my uncle, I said, "Uncle, your craftsmanship can definitely be reported as an intangible inheritance inheritor. After you apply, the government will give you a subsidy. There are several thousand yuan a year."

The uncle was overjoyed: "Oh, there is still such a good thing? I also said to stop the fire after the next year..."

Li Junge said: "This can't stop, um, by the way, uncle, how many jars can these two kilns produce in a year?"

The uncle said: "If you want to stop the fire, there must be thousands of them in a year."

Li Junge scratched his head and murmured, "Thousands? It's a bit small..."

The uncle said: "Piwa, what do you mean? A few thousand are still few?"

Li Junge took out his mobile phone, retrieved some pictures from the Internet, and said, "Isn't this thing difficult for you?"

The uncle took out his mobile phone and looked at it: "What's so difficult about this! It's easier than a medicine jar!"

Li Junge touched his chin: "The texture is crisp and loose, with good air permeability and strong heat retention. I really can't think of any pots that are more suitable for growing dendrobium and bluegrass than coal sand pots..."

Ayin's eyes also brightened: "That's right, that's right, don't you just need to add flower pots to Lanchang?! Hahaha, you don't have to look for it now!"

Li Junge smiled and said: "Yes! Uncle, just show you the skimming style, three thousand pieces for the tall and short ones, and I will send you the size after I go back to discuss with Uncle Lin. Hahahaha, you can deal with it My big problem!"

The uncle was even more pleasantly surprised: "Then I really have to work overtime for a year, and I have to hire someone!"

I heard my grandfather laughing loudly from behind: "Who please! Do you really think I'm old?! Xian's bones are rusted! Just loose and loose!"

Everyone laughed, and the grandfather said: "I heard what you said, Ah Yin is really a lucky star, you see, when he came here, he brought the whole family's business for a year, and what else... ..."

A Yin laughed and said, "Intangible cultural heritage! Grandpa, your craftsmanship is an intangible cultural heritage! The country is saving it now!"

Grandpa grinned from ear to ear: "I haven't read a book in the past few decades. How come I have something to do with culture when I'm old... How did I say this..."

My aunt came out to call for dinner, and asked, "Hey, why are you chatting at the entrance of the kiln? Come in for dinner soon."

When the uncle told the matter to the aunt, the aunt was also happy: "Ayin and Piwa will think about it and take care of us as soon as they come."

When everyone entered the house, Grandpa wanted to drink good wine, but Li Junge stopped him with life and death, and just said that it was good to make wine, and he insisted on drinking wolfberry wine from Grandpa's house.

After talking for a while, Grandpa poured the wolfberry wine, and Li Junge said: "Uncle, it's really not me taking care of you, it's the coal sand pot that's fine by itself, plus I really need it, you don't know On the spur of the moment, the director of my orchid plantation planted tens of thousands of Dendrobium seedlings, and even if there are ten plants in a pot, thousands of pots are needed."

Then he said: "In addition, pots will be used every year for potting, growing new seedlings, and selling. This is really not a one-shot deal. In the next few years, I will need more support from grandpa, uncle and cousin! Grandpa, let’s start with you, I will trouble you all this year!”

Grandpa had a drink with Li Junge, and laughed loudly: "I'm so happy! Come on, Piwa, those of us are all clumsy crafts, thanks to you, you can appreciate it! If there is anything that needs to be repaired, just mention it!"

Li Junge smiled and said, "Then I really have two things to say."

The uncle said: "Speak! You young people have flexible brains and many ideas. You really need to mention this matter."

Li Junge smiled and said: "I can't say anything. I just heard from my grandfather that this thing can't be sold because people think our things are clumsy, so everyone didn't think about making it more refined?"

Grandpa, uncle, cousin and the three looked at each other: "These are all shapes handed down from our ancestors..."

Li Junge smiled and said: "Advance with the times, let me just say it casually, for example, don't people think this flower pot is clumsy? Then can we do this, the main body remains the same, just change the mouth and make the mouth From thick to thin, once the soil is put in, who can see the bottom? Just look at the mouth, it is a thin flowerpot!"

Uncle suddenly understood: "This is a good idea!"

Li Junge added: "If we feel that the thickness is not enough to support, then can we still make plum petals? The places where the petals are connected are supported by mud bars, which not only achieves the purpose of reinforcement, but also shapes the flower shape by the way. ?”

The cousin closed his eyes and thought: "Yes! This is absolutely no problem!"

Li Junge said again: "What I just said is one aspect, and the ratio of the mud is the best match? Is there any possibility of improvement? Have you tried various ratios? After the improvement is Isn’t it possible to obtain enough strength while maintaining the characteristics of the coal sand tank? Besides coal, can it be mixed with other substances? Have you tried all these?”

Grandpa and uncle and cousin both shook their heads.

Li Junge toasted his uncle again, and said, "Uncle bamboo craftsmen in our village have experimented no less than a thousand times just on the paint surface of the fishing rod. It really took a lot of work, and it took ten years! Is it worth it? I sold a fishing rod for 70 yuan in Japan last year!"

The three grandpas felt their hearts shake when they heard it, and they all felt dazzled. What is the realm of that skill? !

Li Junge toasted his cousin again: "This should be the goal of craftsmen. How much can we sell for a clumsy sand pot now? Twenty? Thirty? Even if we can make six thousand a year, it's not worth it." It's a fraction of a pole from the superior!"

Grandpa sighed, picked up the wine and said, "It makes sense, it does make sense! I'm afraid I won't dare to think about it, and I'm even more afraid that I won't do it after thinking about it! Boss, my dear grandson, Pi Wa has a point! How come I haven’t heard of this principle decades ago? At that time, some kind of soil was slightly measured, and the old ancestor’s yellow thorn stick fell down!”

(End of this chapter)