Craftsman: I continue to learn for the sake of the saints

Chapter 74 "Small"

"Brother Luo?"

Zhang Zhengde was a little puzzled and called out softly.

Qin Luo looked up suddenly.

Confessed to Sister Cha: "You greet me first, I suddenly came up with some ideas. Brother Zhang, you sit down first."

I don't know if this is polite or impolite, but after leaving a word, Qin Luo took the diamond and hurried upstairs.

It doesn't matter about the live broadcast room.

People at the scene:  …

Speechless.

Sister Cha couldn't help smiling, her smile was a little helpless, and her eyes were full of doting: "That's how he is. He's been working on inspiration for a new pot for the past two days, and he's tormented by the fact that he doesn't think about food. Brother Zhang, please forgive me."

"Come on, drink tea."

Greeting generously, Sister Cha sat in front of the camera in the live broadcast room and slowly brewed a pot of tea.

Zhang Zhengde smiled and took his seat immediately.

"Crazy... crazy."

"However, artists should be idiots. If they are not idiots, they will not be able to produce good works."

"Can I get started and take a look at these pots of Luoge?"

It's right there on the table.

Each one is very eye-catching.

Zhang Zhengde has appraised countless pots, and now at a glance, he feels that they are all high-quality goods.

For those who have seen many pots, the temperament of a big boutique is obvious, like a pearl in the gravel, or a beauty in the crowd.

"light."

Sister Tea makes tea by herself.

Zhang Zhengde first picked up the gossip faucet and a bundle of bamboo, just touched the handle of the pot, seemed to think of something, said something to the bodyguard, and the bodyguard quickly brought over a pair of white gloves and wet paper towels.

He wiped his hands again, using a dozen wipes before putting on his white gloves.

This action, just two words... exquisite!
Of course not because I was worried about getting my hands dirty with the pot.

Instead, worry about your hands, getting the jug dirty.

At this time, there was a circle of people around, and they were all amazed.

This brother Zhang... is definitely the big boss.

Steadily picking up the eight trigrams faucet and bundle of bamboo pots with both hands, Zhang Zhengde examined it carefully, his expression was still calm, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"This pot... this pot... formed in one piece?"

He said with some shock.

Sister Cha poured him a cup of tea, and said cutely: "Aren't all purple sand pots like this?"

Zhang Zhengde: ...

Dumbfounding.

have to.

She is also an outsider.

Other purple clay teapots may be fine, but how can a Bagua faucet and a bundle of bamboo be formed in one piece?
These "bamboo strips" are clearly defined.

But he couldn't find any trace of "stitching".

"Brother Luo actually made an innovation in the shape of the pot?"

He suddenly said again.

Sister Cha was slightly embarrassed, she smiled like a flower and said, "I really don't understand these things, you can see for yourself."

There was some pride in his tone.

Gee.

Made by my own man!
"Brother Luo has modified the pattern of the bamboo joints, and he has become more and more skillful in the details. Every bamboo is unique. Wow...it's amazing."

"There are hexagrams on each bamboo... This arrangement should be carefully designed, let me think about it again."

"Such ingenuity, this craftsmanship, maybe I will never find another person."

Zhang Zhengde said with emotion.

Although Qin Luo's purple sand teapot is a modern handicraft, it may be better than the original one in terms of technique.

Just because there is no historical and cultural value bonus brought by the age.

Cha sister...

Smile.

Nod lightly.

Very reserved.

But in my heart I was crazily shouting: Praise!Hurry up and praise!Continue to boast!Big praise!I just love hearing that!

"Brother Zhang, can a pot like this really sell for 50?"

Someone next to him suddenly asked.

Zhang Zhengde glanced at him and smiled: "I made a bid earlier, Brother Luo smashed it... As for this one, in my mind, it must be worth it. If I take it to the auction, it will definitely sell for a higher price." .”

“However, the embarrassment of contemporary art is that when the artist is still alive, the price is often not very high.”

"This is a stinking custom in the collection circle, because rare things are more expensive, and only when the total amount of them is constant, the price will get higher and higher."

"It depends on what Luo Ge thinks... If he wants to make more, the unit price will be lowered. If he only makes this one in his life, it will be a sky-high price. The price will eventually be affected by the relationship between supply and demand until it reaches market balance."

He explained patiently and in detail.

These words are not only for those who ask, but also for Sister Cha.

Hope to enter Qin Luoer.

A group of people gasped in admiration.

Zhang Zhengde continued to observe.

After looking at it for a long time, he picked up the kettle on the table and poured some hot water on the joint between the lid and the body of the teapot.

Visible to the naked eye, these waters are completely impermeable, not a single drop.

Pour it out again, dry the lid of the pot, open the body of the pot, and look inside, the inner wall is dry without any moisture infiltration.

On the inner wall, there are faintly engraved writings.

This is the most unique anti-counterfeiting mark of each handmade pot.

When making clay embryos, personal marks will be engraved on the inner wall of the pot.

After the pot is fired in the kiln, the clay will shrink and the imprint will be slightly deformed. This kind of deformation caused by fire cannot be imitated at all.

Zhang Zhengde recognized the two characters after careful identification—Xiaode.

Ok?
He frowned slightly.

What does it mean?
How could it be these two words?

Shouldn't it be Qin Luo's name?

Or, at least a nickname.

Concentrating on thinking, Zhang Zhengde took out the cigarette involuntarily, and was about to light one when he suddenly thought of something and looked at Sister Cha.

Sister Cha waved her hand and only moved the phone camera slightly: "Anything you want."

He just lit it, exhaled a long puff of smoke, put the pot on the table, put it away, and thought about these two words.

This is an invisible battle.

There is no rivalry.

Qin Luo made all the pots.

Zhang Zhengde prides himself on being a master collector of purple sand, and now that he has seen it, he must appreciate all the thought Qin Luo put into this pot.

But now, the word "Xiao De" really made him puzzled and embarrassed.

The most direct way, of course, is to ask Qin Luo.

However, Qin Luo is busy now, and Zhang Zhengde also has his own pride.

Guess first.

If you really can't figure it out, ask again.

"Does Brother Luo have another nickname? It's called Xiaode? It's small in size, so you can get it?"

He couldn't help but looked at Sister Cha and asked.

Sister Cha thought for a while and said with a smile: "Well, I really don't have one, but I have seen this square seal before. Every time he makes a pot, he will make a square seal. He said it is matching. I also know the meaning of these two words. , do you want to know?"

Zhang Zhengde quickly waved his hands.

"No, I'll think about it again."

"Don't get angry, don't get angry, don't get angry."

He seems to have a high level of classical rhetoric.

Sister Cha naturally didn't care, drinking tea leisurely, her heart became happier.

Hahaha……

stumped.

He will not.

After a long time, when the pot of tea was completely cold, Zhang Zhengde finally couldn't help taking out his phone, and started searching with a wry smile.

admit defeat.

Knowledge reserve is not enough.

Check the search engine.

After this investigation, he quickly found out.

——Small too.

From the "Book of Changes", the second hexagram of the Kan hexagram, there are dangers in the Kan, seek small gains.

In the Eight Diagrams, Kan corresponds to water.

Fill the jug with water.

"Xiaode" town.

interesting.

Zhang Zhengde couldn't help but burst out laughing.

What he doesn't know is...

These two words actually have another meaning for Qin Luo... small enough to be content and always happy.

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(End of this chapter)