How did I become an old artist?

Chapter 1 story, start here!
2022, summer.

The setting sun is like overturned paint, dyeing the clouds in the sky red.

The golden afterglow sprinkled in the village among the mountains and forests, and fell on Zhao Chen's body, adding a bit of golden luster to his body.

Zhao Chen set up a tomato shelf in the vegetable garden and planted some green pepper seeds.

After finishing all this work, he stood up and patted the soil in his hands, looking at the setting sun in the distance.

The scenery in the mountains is beautiful.

The place where Zhao Chen was located was a beautiful mountain village called Nuwa Village.The mountain where the village is located is called Nuwa Mountain.

Nuwa Mountain is located in Tianmu Mountain, Hangzhou City, China. It is rich in species and resources, and it is a rare treasure.

No one would believe that Zhao Chen was a time traveler.

It has been 10 years since Zhao Chen traveled to this world, and he likes this world more and more.

Advances in technology, convenience in life, basic necessities of life have undergone earth-shaking changes.

He is from the Southern Song Dynasty of China, and his father was the prince of the Southern Song Dynasty, who was in charge of the [Xiu Nei Si Guan Kiln], which is the best place to produce porcelain in the Southern Song Dynasty.

The pinnacle of China's porcelain is the porcelain from the official kilns of the Southern Song Dynasty.

Zhao Chen has been exposed to the firing of porcelain since he was a child, so he has a very good understanding of porcelain, and it can even be said that he knows it by heart.

When Zhao Chen was 12 years old, the court was in turmoil, Xiu Neisi’s official kiln was destroyed, and the prince’s mansion was on fire. Zhao Chen woke up in his sleep, only to see endless fires and loud cries, and then he fainted for no reason. past.

When he woke up again, he traveled to China in 2012.

He lay weak and helpless in Nuwa Village, and was later adopted by an old man in Nuwa Village.

Now, 10 years have passed, the time is already 2022, and he is also 22 years old.

In the past ten years, at first he didn't understand anything and didn't speak much, so he was called a "little dumb" by the local children.

Later, he studied hard, spent three years reading and writing, finished junior high school, and integrated into the new world.

After being admitted to the high school in the town, he entered the history department of Kyoto University with the No.1 score in the college entrance examination.

Now, he just came back from college.

The old man who adopted him passed away last year. Zhao Chen asked for a month's leave to bury him in the back mountain, and knelt for 3 days and 3 nights to see him off. During this period, he only ate some biscuits and drank some water.

He thanked the old man for taking him in this world.

The old man applied for his identity at the local public security bureau, allowing him to have a home in this world.

Now, he just wants to spend his life quietly in the mountain village.

His plan is to burn some porcelain by himself, practice woodcarving, learn embroidery, or make some oil-paper umbrellas, weave some bamboo baskets and so on.

He has an inexplicable love for traditional Chinese crafts.

When he was in college, he saw the bustling feasting outside, and appreciated the rapid changes that technological changes have brought to the world.

This feeling made him really gain insight.

Compared with the Southern Song Dynasty, this era is really good.

Looking around, the streets are full of traffic, the crowds are bustling, and the smell of fireworks is everywhere.

However, although life outside is wonderful, he still prefers life in the mountain village.

In a mountain with beautiful scenery, I have my own small yard to do what I like to do.

Plucking chrysanthemum under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

Since I came by the wind, I am free in the mountains and rivers.

Recalling the past, Zhao Chen still felt a little unreal, those memories in the Southern Song Dynasty were like his previous life.

He learned about what happened later in the Southern Song Dynasty in history books. The Han people in the Southern Song Dynasty always wanted to conquer the Central Plains, but in the end they still failed to complete the great cause of family and country unification, and were finally destroyed by the Yuan Dynasty.

Such a prosperous dynasty has finally disappeared in the torrent of history.

He no longer has any marks of the old era on his body. In this strange but familiar world, he just wants to spend his life in peace.

The evening breeze blows gently, bringing a bit of coolness to the person's body.

June is the midsummer season, and at night, it is the most comfortable time in the mountains.

Zhao Chen took out the drone and mobile phone holder, and started playing around in the yard.

He is very fond of traditional culture and traditional crafts. Since he was a child, he has learned the skills of making porcelain from the master masters of the Shunesi official kiln. His talent surprised these masters of porcelain.

Zhao Chen is very talented in craftsmanship, his hands are completely born for craftsmanship.

Nowadays, traditional Chinese folk crafts are gradually declining, and excellent culture is being lost. After Zhao Chen returned to the mountain village, he wanted to let more people understand these cultures through live broadcast and video production.

The video will be released simultaneously on Douyin and Bilibili. He is not only the blogger of Douyin, but also the UP owner of Bilibili.

High-quality video material is very helpful to promote culture.

For example, the food anchor [Li Ziqi], the videos she made are very beautiful, and many people are vying to imitate her food. Her fans are as high as tens of millions, and she can also be ranked among the top ten in Douyin.

He likes Chinese traditional crafts very much.

Ceramics, sculpture, traditional Chinese painting, embroidery, shadow puppetry, oiled paper umbrellas, Chinese food.
"Let's start slowly from the live broadcast. There must be someone willing to appreciate the traditional craftsmanship."

Zhao Chen secretly said.

Now the field of live broadcasting is already a red ocean industry. Because the big anchors can earn a lot of money, countless people have poured into this field, resulting in many monsters and ghosts.

The society's evaluation of the anchor is not very good.

There is one thing to say, live broadcast itself is a good form of media that allows many people to discuss and appreciate a certain thing together across geographical boundaries.

However, many anchors who play side-by-side and some unscrupulous media organizations have made this field a mess.

It is even more difficult for ordinary people to start live broadcasting.

Zhao Chen knows that the general way for anchors to live broadcast is to make short videos first to attract followers, and then start live broadcasts to make money after attracting enough traffic.

However, he didn't think so.

"Tomorrow, I will start live broadcasting the process of firing porcelain. I will do what I like to do. If no one is watching, let no one watch. Take your time."

Zhao Chen is very open-minded, he has always been more Buddhist.

For him to be reborn, every extra day he lives is a gain, so naturally he should enjoy the life in the world to the fullest.

Then, Zhao Chen came to a large one-story house in the yard, which was his workshop. There was clay and a small kiln in it, and he processed the clay briefly.

Then, Zhao Chen went back to the kitchen to cook.

In the sky, the setting sun is about to be swallowed by the end of the horizon, leaving only a large cloud dyed red, which is as beautiful as a splash-ink landscape painting.

Not long after, smoke rose from the yard, and a few unknown birds landed on the branches outside the yard, tilting their heads to look at the yard.

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