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

Chapter 75 Heaven and Earth Pot

Zhang Zhengde and Sister Cha are chatting here.

After a while, Qin Luo hugged the computer and came down in a hurry.

On the computer screen was the picture he had just designed.

After being inspired by the diamond facets, Qin Luo had a thorough idea of ​​the design of the pot body.

square pot.

round cover.

The body of the pot is like a diamond facet, 365 cuts.

The pot body, which was originally clumsy because it was too square, suddenly became ingenious and elegant after adding facets.

Although this is a square pot, to a certain extent, it is similar to Gongchun.

The beauty of spring pot...

Beauty is irregular.

Beauty is judging ugliness.

The beauty is that there is almost no similarity in the body of the pot.

But this pot shape I created...

Beauty is in the rules.

Beauty lies in obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Beauty is the same everywhere.

Qin Luo immediately mixed the mud, made embryos, and began to try out the production techniques.

To tell the truth, it is as difficult as climbing the sky to make the body of the pot to the extent that it is almost diamond-cut.

Making such a pot may be more difficult than making a spring pot.

However, as long as it is created, it must be an innovation.

Because... no one has ever designed a pot like this.

Definitely not in ancient times.

Without a computer, the design of the five sections of 360 cannot be made on the drawings.

modern……

I have never heard of it so far, and the technique is far from enough.

Only myself, who not only inherited the various techniques of Zisha masters from ancient times to the present, but also assisted by scientific and technological means, can completely implement such a design.

Zhang Zhengde couldn't help but glance at Qin Luo who was making mud, and asked, "Brother Luo, can you show me this blueprint?"

He was very curious.

I don't know what kind of inspiration Qin Luo gave birth to.

"up to you."

Qin Luo said without raising his head.

After getting permission, Zhang Zhengde looked at the computer screen, and when he saw the three-dimensional picture full of geometric beauty, he was completely stunned.

Scalp tingling.

The whole body seems to be electrified.

Zisha...

Zisha can still do this?
The body of the pot can still do this!
He felt... like a door to a new world, opened in an instant before his eyes.

This idea is not complicated to say.

But how difficult is it to do it?
its difficulty...

The simplest analogy is at least equivalent to taking a complete three-dimensional sphere and polishing it into 360 five identical cut surfaces with a little bit of fine-tuning.

Consider the angle.

Consider thickness.

Consider vision.

To think about how to be complicated without looking messy...

If this can really be done, it can be called the pinnacle of handicraft art.

Zhang Zhengde trembled just thinking about it.

To achieve such an effect, it is difficult even for a machine.

He has a diamond business.

Compare diamonds...

Most of the mainstream diamonds currently on the market have 57 or 58 facets.

Further up, you can achieve 89 sides and 107 sides.

The highest is 121 faces.

This is already the limit of the craft.

Of course, a purple clay teapot is bigger than a diamond.

But even so, upgrading the cutting surface to 365 surfaces, the difficulty of craftsmanship is still exponentially superimposed.

If I had known earlier, the purple clay teapot is not a perfect ball!

Rather, it approximates an ellipse.

Qin Luo's design for the shape of the pot is still square, gradient, and superimposed!

All these difficulties add up...

Zhang Zhengde really couldn't imagine it.

Is this data that the human brain can process?

Is this the accuracy that can be achieved by human hands?

He once heard that in the aviation industry, there are national treasure-level masters, and the precision of parts processed by hand is more perfect than those made by machines.

If Qin Luo really made this pot, he would be a craftsman of this level.

Such a pot can be called... a wonderful workmanship!
Completely push the craftsmanship of the purple clay teapot to an unprecedented peak!

Its complexity may only be comparable to that of the Spring Pot!
He watched intently.

After thinking about it, I asked if I could take a photo.

Qin Luo still didn't look up, and agreed casually.

Just shoot it.

No big deal.

I'm not 100% sure about this thing.

To be honest, even if someone watched him face to face, handed him all the principles and skills, and taught him by himself, he might not be able to teach him well.

It's that hard!

Just like... from the birth of Gongchun Pot to the present, how many people want to imitate it?
But there are only a few that can be called successful imitation.

In the past 100 years in modern times, Gu Jingzhou, the master of Zisha, has been the only one.

……

About an hour later, Qin Luo had reconciled with Ni.

This time, he mixed the mud very hard.

Because you have to cut the noodles by hand.

If the mud is slightly soft, it will be easily deformed.

After looking at the design drawing again, Qin Luo moved his hands quickly, the only tool in his hand was the "clear needle".

Mingzhen, a special tool for refining the mud embryo of the purple sand pot, commonly known as horn slices, is actually a film polished with horns, similar to the urging knife in the hands of Tushui masters.

There is a saying to describe the bright needle - when the hand is released, the light can shine on the face, and when it is released, the posture is as solid as copper.

Zhang Zhengde is no stranger to Mingzhen.

However, looking at Qin Luo's actions at this moment, he was completely speechless.

Qin Luo has already used Mingzhen to a superb level.

There wasn't a single extra movement, and there wasn't even a trace of extra space. She was proficient, comparable to...an oil seller.

This metaphor instinctively popped up in Zhang Zhengde's mind.

Without it, only hands are familiar with ears.

How many years does this take?

To practice to this level?

How old is Qin Luo?
Even if you start practicing from the womb, that's the most you can do, right?

He was silent for a long time.

At this time, Qin Luo started from the bottom of the pot. The gradient and the cut surface were made together, and countless lines were mixed together.

You need to add the bright needle in your hand and your own hands to regularize all the lines and "weave" the body of the pot.

According to the data given on the computer design drawing just now, Qin Luo calculated that there are more than 1 lines to be processed in total.

Moreover, it is in an extremely narrow space.

He was doing it with great patience...

In doing so, it was late at night.

The onlookers gradually left, and there was no moon tonight, but Sister Cha turned on all the lights that could be turned on.

Even the car started, and the headlights of the car illuminated the place like daytime.

She held a straw in her hand, as if serving a quadriplegic patient, from time to time she would feed Qin Luo a couple of mouthfuls from behind her.

milk.

Cooked eight-treasure porridge.

And beef soup.

Zhang Zhengde was always watching from the side.

He knew that this process could not even be interrupted.

It's really like weaving an extremely complicated and delicate net. Once you stop, maybe you will come out of that state, and you won't be able to find the point of entry.

He watched patiently.

Seeing this, it was the next afternoon.

About two o'clock in the afternoon...

Qin Luo felt that his physical strength and spirit had reached a limit, and his eyes were so red that he was about to bleed.

but……

This square pot is finally done.

Even though it has not been fired in the kiln yet, it has already felt its incomparable!
The sky is round!

Pot body gradient!

Zhoutian 360 five aspects!

Everywhere is beautiful!
Carefully put the clay pot into the kiln for firing, and the moment the kiln door was closed, Qin Luo felt that there were stars in front of his eyes.

Staggered, almost fell down.

The heartbeat was even more like a drumstick, beating violently.

Sit down, slow down for a while, and then gradually relieved.

There was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I didn't want to go to work at first, but I didn't expect that now that I started doing art, it would make me even more angry..."

Sister Cha gave him an angry look: "You really... don't want to die!"

"From now on, let's exercise every day. This kind of cooking method can only be boiled once a month at most..."

Qin Luo nodded with a smile.

Then he looked at Zhang Zhengde: "Brother Zhang, what do you need from me?"

Zhang Zhengde: ...

Rubbing his sore eyes, he felt tired all over his body, and couldn't laugh or cry in his heart.

"Boss, I've been here watching you all day!"

"Just remembered?"

"However, to witness the birth of such a pot, it is worth a year."

"It's just that I can't stand it anymore, my head is like a paste, trouble, arrange a room for me, sleep first..."

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(End of this chapter)