Heavenly Master, I have a different world.

Chapter 46 Kiln mouth
Fang Zheng has an erhu, which was bought by his uncle Fang Jian when he was a child.

That erhu is a second-hand item, dilapidated.

The handle of the piano is blackened, the tube is cracked, the skin is made of the worst snake skin, and the horsetail bow may break if you use a little force. Throat, but howling with throat.

But it was because of that erhu that he was able to be admitted to the University of Arts under the condition of a serious decline in cultural subjects.

And for a long period of time in the future, it will survive.

The one in my hand now has a round piano tube made of rosewood, a mahogany piano pole, a python skin, a long and straight bow, and silk strings.

The price is expensive and the shape is exquisite.

But after getting it, I no longer had the joy from the bottom of my heart.

His skills have also been mastered thanks to years of training.

Pull the strings.

The melodious erhu sounds.

Sorrowful, desolate, thready, such as misty clouds and mist that are elusive, such as the uncertain breeze without a trace, deep and hoarse, tear-jerking.

"Master!"

Wu Hai sighed:

"Can you change to a more cheerful song?"

"Hey!" Fangzheng stopped, shook his head and said:
"I'm broken in love, I feel uncomfortable, I can't play a happy feeling, besides..., you can just listen to what you have, and you can pick and choose."

You think I'm willing to listen?
Wu Hai was speechless.

Obviously you are the one pulling me to listen to the music, it’s not good if I don’t listen to it, I would rather not listen to this kind of music, but what does it mean to be broken in love?
"Speak up."

Fangzheng stroked the bow and said:

"Since practicing martial arts, especially after building a foundation in a hundred days, I have controlled my body much more finely than before."

"How do you feel?"

"Jerking people to tears." Wu Hai said sincerely:
"It's much better than the songs I've heard before. Even if the club is in ruins in the future, this skill is probably enough to fill my stomach."

As they got to know each other better, he sometimes joked and became less restrained.

"is it?"

After being praised by others, Fangzheng finally felt better, but he didn't care about the little sarcasm in Wu Hai's mouth:
"I haven't heard other people playing music yet. Is there any place similar to Goulan in Gu'an County? If I have time, I'll treat you and let's go shopping together."

"Master!"

Wu Hai shook his head:

"Our Fangci has been in business for so long, and we have only sold two sets of porcelain, and we have been unable to make ends meet. This is not the way to go. You should put your mind on it."

"Oh!" Fangzheng's voice was flat.

"What's the boss's idea?" Wu Hai asked.

"No." Fangzheng bowed his head and fiddled with the erhu.

"How could it not be?" Wu Hai was a little anxious:

"Business is unsustainable with us like this."

"You are the boss and I am the boss?" Fangzheng rolled his eyes:

"I'm not in a hurry."

It is because you are not in a hurry that I am in a hurry!

Watching the empty shop every day, spending money like running water but not receiving money, Wu Hai has to worry about his future.

"Master."

After thinking about it, Wu Hai said:
"Our porcelain is in excellent condition. Anyone who comes here will give a few compliments, but it's really too expensive for a set of dishes to cost a few taels of silver."

"If the price can be lowered, many people will definitely buy it."

"Price reduction?" Fangzheng shook his head:
"I don't like being in the poor man's business."

"What?" Wu Hai subconsciously felt uncomfortable:
"My boss looks down on the poor."

"No." Fangzheng said:

"It's not easy for poor people to earn money. When they spend it, they have to count pennies and pennies. If the things they buy are even slightly defective, they will ask for replacements. It's too troublesome."

"Medium homes are slightly better, but they will think twice."

"Only money from rich and noble families can be earned."

"Uh..." Wu Hai said hesitantly:
"My boss is saying that poor people are narrow-minded?"

"I didn't say that!" Fangzheng put away the erhu and patted his buttocks to stand up:
"go!"

"Where?"

"Study the market."

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The carriage rolls.

Wu Hai drove the car, put it in the carriage, and headed towards Dingseng Mountain outside the city. Fortunately, the court cleaned up the Qinglang Gang a few months ago, otherwise they would not have been so bold.

"Master."

"There is a stone on Dingseng Mountain, which looks like a monk sitting in meditation. Later, some monks built a temple on the mountain, and gradually became famous."

Wu Haidao:
"That temple is called Ci'en Temple."

"Ci'en Temple?" Fangzheng thought thoughtfully:
"I remember hearing Taoist Zhang from Sanqing Temple say that Master Wuyuan of Ci'en Temple is superb in Buddhism, and he is still a first-class master."

"I don't know." Wu Hai shook his head:
"My master can go to visit. The Ci'en Temple keeps burning incense, which does not hinder the believers, but the mountain road is difficult."

"Let's look at the kiln first." Fangzheng had nothing to say:

"Are there many kilns nearby?"

"I've inquired about it, but it's actually not too many." Wu Hai replied:
"Firing porcelain requires soil, and there is a suitable soil layer near Dingseng Mountain. For convenience, some kiln openings were built there."

"However, there are not many porcelain-burning merchants in Gu'an County, and naturally there are not many kiln openings. Most of the so-called many kiln openings are abandoned."

"Ah."

Fangzheng nodded slowly:

"Have a heart."

"It should." Wu Hai scratched his head:

"Since I want to help my boss manage the business, of course I have to learn about the ways of the business. You are an expert in this area, so you should ask my boss more."

"It's easy to say." Fangzheng opened the curtain of the car and asked:
"Wang's kiln is also here?"

"Yes." Wu Hai nodded:
"It's near the top of the mountain."

"The top of the mountain?" Fangzheng raised his eyebrows:
"Why?"

The firing of porcelain is inseparable from soil, wood, and water, so the kiln mouth is usually outside the city, but the transportation is also inconvenient.

Built on the top of the mountain, no matter how you think about it, it is inconvenient.

On the contrary, in modern society, with the existence of gas kilns, the restrictions are much less.

"It is said that..."

Wu Haidao:
"I just heard that the Wang family needs lightning to make porcelain, so it needs to be built at a very high place to attract the power of thunder."

And this kind of porcelain firing technique?
Fang showed surprise.

However, the Wang family's "Lei Zou Hong Porcelain" is also unique in modern society, and the kiln is built on the top of the mountain. Maybe there is a unique secret method.

Close to Dingseng Mountain, you can already see the abandoned kiln mouth of the predecessors.

"Burn?"

Fangzheng walked around a kiln entrance, picked up a few pieces of pottery from the ruins, and shook his head:
"Still using this technology."

The so-called stack firing is to pile up the wood for firing. This method will cause heat loss and porcelain will not be fired at all.

Pottery is burned!

And it's poor quality pottery.

However, ordinary people use pottery in the first place, and there are very few porcelains, so it can be justified.

After searching upwards, I finally came across a kiln mouth similar to an egg kiln. It must have been abandoned because of a collapse.

"The technology is very primitive!"

Touching his chin, Fang Zheng was thoughtful.

Egg kilns, dragon kilns, and later town kilns all need to control the flame and increase the temperature to make the porcelain and glaze better, but the construction techniques are somewhat different.

The egg kiln here is still at a very early stage, and Fang Zheng can see a lot of room for improvement.

The entrance of the Wang family kiln on the top of the mountain is not allowed to enter, but the building on the top of the mountain is naturally not very large. It looks the same as other kilns in appearance, and it should be not bad. In short, the technology is backward.

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"Who are those two?"

Wang Qian took a sip with the teapot in his hand, looked at the back of the faraway figure, and asked.

"It's from Fang Ci." One person bowed and replied:
"It seems to be here to see the entrance of the kiln."

"Fang Porcelain." Wang Qian paused:
"The one that just opened in the county a while ago?"

"Yes." The servant nodded:
"That young man is the owner of Fangci, but it has been open for so long and has not sold a few pieces of porcelain. I think it will close sooner or later."

Wang Qian narrowed his eyes.

He doesn't think so.

He has seen Fangci's porcelain before, it can be called...

fine!

(End of this chapter)