Mountain Village Xiao Shennong

Chapter 205 A rich family is not as good as Ruci!
The old man walked up to him and looked at the various shapes of porcelain He Chang was making with his own hands, as well as his molding machine on the ground that could keep turning without being plugged in.

With a look of shock on his face, he looked at him in shock.

Anyone who plays art, if he really loves it.

Then he must have a vision in his own field, he is quite demanding on art, and his mind is even more loving and pious.

The old man is this kind of person, he stood aside, watching He Chang making porcelain, afraid of disturbing him, even his breathing seemed very light.

He looked at He Changzai's skillful kneading skills, as well as the dazzling and dizzying knife skills.

The more I look at it, the more I feel ashamed and amazed.

While kneading porcelain, He Changzai thought to himself that these porcelains alone can only attract people who are interested in this aspect to come and appreciate them, which is far from enough.

What he wants to attract is people from all levels of society, from all walks of life, who are pursuing beauty, to come and watch.

So, I made some more flowerpots, and prepared to wait for this batch of porcelain to be fired successfully.

Then buy some bamboo seeds and flower seeds from Mr. Xu Xing.

Give birth!
Build a bamboo house, put some bonsai flowers in it, and create a paradise, a fascinating and clean place.

For people to enjoy and play.

Gradually, the old man turned his attention from He Changzai's production skills and molding machine to the cave dwelling beside him.

For a moment, his jaw almost dropped in shock, and he couldn't help but swear.

"Fuck, what's the situation? There's no fire in this cave, and some stones are used to fire porcelain!"

The old man stretched out his hand to explore the cave carefully, and as soon as he reached the entrance of the cave, he was scorched back by the scorching heat, and put it in his mouth to suck.

He Changzai smiled lightly, "Fortunately, you didn't put your hand in directly, otherwise, your hand must be familiar!"

The old man looked at He Changzai in surprise, and asked with a trace of doubt: "Why are you all right?"

He Chang thought to himself that I am a master of the Acupoint Realm, and the moment I enter the cave with my hands, I can use my true energy to isolate the temperature, so naturally I won't be afraid of the heat.

However, he didn't explain too much to the old man, and smiled mysteriously, "Because we are different!"

After all, He Changzai didn't talk to the old man any more, and continued to knead porcelain and carve some pictures on it.

The old man didn't say anything about He Changzai, nor did he delve into it.

As an ancestor, he is a rare kiln master in modern times, and He Changzai's craftsmanship in making porcelain can be said to be unquestionable.

Now I am staring at the cave, looking forward to the appearance of the things burned inside.

……

Time flies by, like a fleeting moment.

Gradually, from day to dusk.

Murong pinched the ground, there were many villains with different postures, all of them looked good.

The first batch of porcelain He Changzai fired came out one by one, and he placed them on boards made of mountain wood to cool naturally.

The old man looked at the plates, bowls, bottles, washers, statues, flowerpots and other items in different shapes and shapes in front of him.

His eyes flickered, and he couldn't put it down. With an excited look on his face, he exclaimed:
"Ru Kiln, these are actually Ru Kiln porcelains. Isn't this kind of craftsmanship lost? How can anyone still make it? It's really unbelievable!"

The book He Changzai bought on ceramic techniques only described some ancient ceramic firing techniques, and did not mention much about other things. Looking at the old man, he asked:

"This Ru kiln is not difficult to make, how could it be lost?"

The old man couldn't help but twitched when he heard He Chang said that it was not difficult to do three words.

After being stunned for a while, he opened his mouth and said:

"Because the Ru kiln is from the Song Dynasty. It has been fired for more than 800 years, and the craftsmanship has been lost. Even if people fire it, they don't know the ratio of its ingredients, and they can't control the heat. It can be said that Ru kiln is the most difficult to imitate, even if it is a master forger. , I can’t make the charm of this kind of thing!”

He Chang looked at the old man with a hint of playfulness on his face, and said with a smile:

"Look at the thing I baked!"

The old man stared at the pieces of exquisite porcelain made by He Changzai, and murmured:
Legend has it that Huizong once had a dream. In the dream, after the heavy rain, the sky in the distance was cloudy, and there was a mysterious azure color, which was particularly fascinating.

After waking up, I wrote a poem, "After the rain, the sky is clear."

Little brother, these porcelains of yours are glazed, elegant and pure.Whether you can see the lavender ash tire from the edge, or the soft and pleasant crab claw pattern on it.

They have all achieved the characteristics of godlikeness, which is enough to confuse the real with the fake.

He Changzai took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a puff, smacked his lips, and asked:

"Old man, do you know the value of these things!"

The old man said:
The "Five Famous Kilns" of the Song Dynasty, Ru, Guan, Ge, Jun, and Ding, are not in random order. Ru kiln is at the top, which shows its high artistic value.

As the saying goes, even if you have a lot of money, you are not as good as a piece of Ru porcelain. There are only 67 pieces of Ru porcelain registered in major museums around the world.

Although there should be folks, but not many.

Each piece of Ru porcelain is worth hundreds of millions, little brother, if you take this thing out, it will definitely cause a sensation at home and abroad.

He Chang did not make many things in this batch, about 50 pieces.

I am going to finish work here today, and come back tomorrow to make some flower pots and create the clean place I imagined.

So, he took Murong and began to move the cooled porcelain to Han Shuang's wooden house.

"Little girl, be careful and run slowly, this thing is very valuable!"

The old man looked at Murong with a porcelain bowl in one hand and a bottle in the other, his heart skipped a beat, he was afraid that she might break these things.

When He Changzai called Han Shuang, the group of people had almost moved the things, and there were almost few items.

The old man couldn't hold back his temper, rubbed his hands together, looked at He Changzai, his face flushed, like a big girl on a blind date, and said shyly:
"Little brother, I want to buy a piece of your porcelain, I don't know if it is possible!"

He Changzai licked his lips, thought for a while, and said, "Today I'm going to pack up and go home. If you want to buy something, come over tomorrow!"

"Okay, little brother, it's a deal, it's getting late, and it's time for me to go back!"

Originally, the old man thought that why Chang Zai would refuse, but unexpectedly he agreed to the matter outright. He was so happy that he turned and went down the mountain.

"Han Shuang, you have to take good care of these things. They are worth the old nose's money. If you want anything at that time, I will give you one!"

After He Chang put the tools on the ground into the wooden house, he said something to the cold-faced Han Shuang, and brought Murong down the mountain.

(End of this chapter)