Sui Xia

"Master Lin, why did you leave the hospital? When I visited you yesterday, didn't you say you would stay for a few more days?"

As soon as Lin Suixia walked to the gate of the small courtyard, she heard Zhou Qi talking to Lin Tao unexpectedly.

Lin Tao should have arrived at the studio one step earlier than her. When she opened the door and came in, she saw Zhou Qi was about to help Lin Tao up.

"I'm fine, I don't need to help you." Lin Tao waved his hand, looked at Zhou Qi, "how did you do the cooked mud slapping two days ago?"

After all, Lin Tao is a workaholic, since he came here because of work.

Zhou Qi was about to answer when he saw Lin Suishia walking in.

"Suishia, why are you here?"

Zhou Qi's voice made Lin Tao look back at her, but he didn't say anything, turned around and walked into the studio.

"Let me take a look." Lin Suixia recalled the conversation with Lin Tao just now, in the end it was her own bad tone.

After entering the studio, Lin Tao sat in front of the desk and began to work.

Zhou Qi nodded to her and said to Lin Tao: "Master Lin, I've finished patting a few pieces of cooked clay. You can see if it works. I'll continue patting the rest."

After Zhou Qi finished speaking, he picked up a ball of purple sand mud from another work table and handed it to Lin Tao.

Lin Tao did not come for two days, but Zhou Qi did not slack off.

Those mud balls are the results of Zhou Qi's previous scrubbing. They were made after adding water and mixing them evenly.

After two days of natural air drying, although the sand and slurry blend well, the air in the soil will make the mud ball too loose, and it must be beaten before it can be used.

But after opening the wrapping paper, Lin Tao looked at it and frowned slightly:
"How long have you been fighting this group?"

"Beat for a whole day." Zhou Qi replied truthfully, "According to what you said, keep beating until all the air in the mud ball is expelled."

"It's not enough." Lin Tao said, took a utility knife to cut open the mud ball, and pointed to him, "The cut surface must be flat and bright. Is there still some tiny air voids here? This also shows that the purple sand Mud is not tough enough."

Zhou Qi didn't expect that Lin Tao's method of patting for a whole day still failed to meet the requirements, but he didn't complain, and hurriedly took it.

"Okay, I'll continue to Paida."

Zhou Qi also sat in front of his work desk, picked up the mallet and continued to beat.

"Are there any lumps of mud that haven't been slapped?" Lin Tao turned his head and asked.

"There are still five yuan." Zhou Qi looked at the mud ball on the table and replied.

"Give me two yuan." Lin Tao said flatly.

"But I haven't finished shooting yet." Zhou Qi was a little embarrassed.

"I'm in a hurry to use this batch. Give it to me. I'll take pictures. I'll try to finish it tomorrow. It will take some time for me to be old." Lin Tao raised his hand to him, beckoning him to give it to him.

After Zhou Qi passed the mud ball over, Lin Tao began to pick up the wooden mallet in front of the table and beat it open.

Seeing this, Zhou Qi hurriedly picked up the mallet and began to beat it.

Patting the purple sand mud is an important step before making a purple sand pot.

Lin Tao's hammer was fast and heavy, with a steady rhythm, and the ball of purple clay became more and more rounded under his repeated beatings.

Zhou Qi also slapped very hard, but his hammers were light and heavy, and the tricks were not complete.

The difference between experienced and beginners is immediately apparent.

The two of them slapped the purple sand mud in their hands intently, as if they were playing a beautiful piece of music.

Lin Suishia stood where she was, completely like a superfluous person.

She wanted to turn around and go, but just as she turned around, she stopped again.

The sound of slapping penetrated into Lin Suishia's heart, driving out all the boredom in her heart.

"Give me a piece, and I'll come too." Lin Suixia turned around and walked to Zhou Qi's case.

Zhou Qi looked at her unexpectedly: "Are you coming too?"

He still remembered that Lin Suishia had told him that she had a dispute with Lin Tao because of learning how to make purple clay teapots, and because of this matter, the relationship between the father and daughter is still a bit stalemate.

But now Lin Suixia said that she also came to slap the purple clay?

He heard it right.

Lin Tao also stopped his movements suddenly.

But he didn't look back.

"Aren't you in a hurry to use it?" Lin Suishia also glanced at Lin Tao's figure, then his eyes drifted back to Zhou Qi and said, "Why, are you afraid I can't take a good picture?"

Zhou Qi also looked at Lin Tao.

But Lin Tao didn't say anything, but the gavel in his hand began to beat rhythmically again.

Seeing that Lin Tao didn't say anything, Zhou Qi handed Lin Suixia a piece of mud, and couldn't help being happy.

"Great, I'll find you a gavel."

***
In 5 minutes, in Lin Tao's studio, in front of three working tables, three wooden mallets were beating rhythmically on their respective purple sand mud balls.

Lin Suixia has never slapped purple sand clay in a serious manner, but when she came to Lin Tao's studio when she was a child, she saw Lin Tao doing it.The long-term slapping experience allowed her to get used to it very quickly. After a few minutes, she slapped more rhythmically than Zhou Qi, a novice.

When Lin Tao was slapping before, Lin Suixia asked him how many slaps should be made for a ball of mud.

Lin Suixia still remembers what Lin Tao said, as the basic material of the purple clay teapot, the mud ball has to be slapped thousands or tens of thousands of times, repeatedly, until all the air in the mud ball is patted out.

Only in this way can air bubbles be prevented when making purple sand pots, and the plasticity of this group of purple sand mud can be achieved to a better effect.

At that time, Lin Suixia thought it was fun, but she quit after taking a few shots, because not only her arms were tired, but also boring.

But Lin Tao persisted in this matter for decades.

Lin Suixia looked up at Lin Tao's figure, and found that he had been beating for so long and hadn't stopped. The arm holding the mallet, viewed from behind, was swinging at a balanced speed and strength.

Simply incredible.

"I know, you are worried about Master Lin's back injury." Lin Suixia was distracted, when Zhou Qi came over and whispered to her.

Their work cases were side by side, Lin Suixia turned to look at him, without speaking, the gavel in his hand fell rhythmically again.

When Lin Suixia patted the purple sand mud ball, she seemed to smell a natural mud smell emanating from the mud ball. The smell was very light, but she felt very comfortable.

Half an hour passed, an hour passed.

As she kept patting the ball of mud in her hands, Lin Suixia felt more and more peaceful in her heart.

Yes, it is calm.

Because of Mr. Huang's affairs, he disrupted all of Lin Suishia's plans.Not only was it disturbing, but she was even beaten to the point where she didn't know how to deal with it.

Lin Suixia has been replaying what happened these days in her mind, and also thinking about what to do next so that the live broadcast can continue as soon as possible, and successfully sold out the hundreds of thousands of catties of yellow peaches. The fruit farmers in Chunguang Town who trusted her confessed.

But to be honest, she was actually a mess in her heart.

The more you think about it, the more chaotic you become.

Until now, amidst the rhythmic flapping, she hadn't thought about these things that bothered her.

In fact, she understood what Wu Ying said to her last night, eat well and sleep well, it's not that she can't solve it, but to adjust herself first, and don't let herself get confused before she can come up with a good solution.

"After patting for so long, how do you feel? Is it a sore back?" Unknowingly, two hours passed, Zhou Qi poured Lin Suishia a glass of water, and asked her with concern.

"Fortunately."

Lin Suixia used to spend up to six hours in a live broadcast, and these levels of physical exertion were nothing to her.

But she checked the time, stood up and walked to Lin Tao.

"Dad, it's time to go to the hospital." Lin Suixia asked Wu Ying when she went to the toilet just now.

The reason why she stayed here was because she was afraid that Lin Tao would fool Wu Ying into not going to the hospital for massage treatment.

Lin Tao heard her words and looked at the mud balls on the table that were not slapped.

Lin Suixia knew what he was worried about, and hurriedly said:
"Don't worry, Zhou Qi and I will finish the rest tomorrow."