Senior Superstar

  Chapter 851 Opening the Kiln

   Chapter 85

  In front of the factory building, the people who came to accompany Li Shixin on the tour had no strength, and then snatched the broomstick from Zhou Pingyu's hand.

   However, after learning that Li Shixin was the culprit who broke the peerless Song Qinghua, Zhou Pingyu completely forged a son with Li Shixin.

  For a craftsman, this kind of damage is absolutely unforgivable waste.

"Do you think you are very caring. The act of dropping a pair of bottles and artificially turning it into a peerless orphan is very great? I tell you, you don't even know! A porcelain maker can make one in a lifetime It’s not easy to spread the works of the ages. You don’t even know that this piece of his hand-made embryo, chain link fence, glaze, kiln, the final product, can experience natural and man-made disasters in the long river of history. It’s not easy to pass down thousands of chances and coincidences! Did you break a bottle? What you broke was a dream that was realized by a craftsman or a group of craftsmen thousands of years ago! Unforgivable , Absolutely unforgivable!"

   Gasping for breath, Zhou Pingyu pushed the people in front of him hard and walked towards the factory.

   Seeing her father's back, Zhou Pingyu's daughter looked at Li Shixin in embarrassment.

  "Lord Xin, don't mind, my dad is just such a temper."

  Looking at Mo, who was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a little girl who was almost as immature as Chen Boshi and others on her face, Li Shixin smiled slightly.

   "Understand, your father may not be a good businessman, but he is a good craftsman."

  Seeing that Li Shixin seemed really lifeless, the little girl patted her chest, and then returned to the excitement she was just now.

   "Oh, by the way, Lord Xin, you are here to visit! I, I will take you there! Ah! By the way, my name is Zhou Qianqian!"

   Faced with the enthusiasm of the little girl, Li Shixin nodded and smiled. Following Zhou Qianqian's enthusiastic guidance, he took a group of old fans who had been really taken aback just now and walked to the factory.

  Zhou’s porcelain factory looks sparse from the outside, and it is quite ancient to the surrounding environment where you can smell aura.

  But it is indeed as messy as Zhou Pingyu said on the road when he came here.

   is not caused by the workers' human negligence, but the business of making porcelain, which is not a clean and orderly job in itself.

   "Mr. Li, this is the embryo-making workshop, where the porcelain is shaped."

   Pointed to the workshop filled with embryo mud and the ground is full of mud that cannot be wiped off for Li Shixin and others, Zhou Qianqian introduced it warmly;

"Strictly speaking, this aspect is not our first production link. The embryo is made before the mud is made. We also have a porcelain stone clay workshop in the lower reaches of the river, but it is too far away. If you want the embryo to look good, the soil is heavy. The most important thing. Porcelain stone has to be hammered into subdivisions. After sieving and filtering, we must add our specialty kaolin to improve plasticity and fire resistance. It must be beaten repeatedly to remove pores, and then dried into powder in the shade. The conditions here are not suitable. So it can only be delivered after the side is ready."

  Looking at several workers in the workshop whose hands were covered with white mud were busy, Li Shixin nodded.

  Although he has no experience in making porcelain, he still knows about porcelain clay.

  The locals named this thing kaolin after its place of production, but in fact it has a more well-known name-Guanyin soil.

   Picked up a handful of mud, feeling the cold touch and milky silky, Li Shixin turned around and smiled faintly at his old fans;

"This play should be Guanyin soil. The hungry people who were starving earlier often use this play to fill their stomachs. Although this thing looks like rice noodles, it has no nutrition at all. After eating it, you can only die. Quick. But in a sense, the dead are considered dead. Anyone who can't survive anymore will die on the left and right, and will eat a few handfuls of Guanyin soil and barely become a dead ghost."

   Seeing the soil in Li Shixin's hands, several teenagers in the team trembled with their pony tails.

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  "This is the legendary eating soil?"

   Liu Feng nodded.

"I've heard, and we've seen this thing when we were in North Korea. At that time, the instructor said that you can't eat it even if you starve to death. After eating, you can't vomit up and can't hold it down. People are swollen to death. "

  (?′^`?)(?′^`?)(?′^`?)(?′^`?)!

   "The evil old society!"

   "Master Xin still knows this?"

   Seeing Li Shixin's words to tell the true identity of kaolin, Zhou Qianqian pursed his mouth and smiled:

"Yes, this thing is Guanyin soil. But there are always two sides to it. It can also kill people invisible, and it can also make fine porcelain. This thing can increase the temperature resistance of the soil embryo and make the kiln The temperature can reach thirteen hundred degrees, so that the color can be used to burn the most correct blue and white and the whitest porcelain. It is a pity. My dad said that after the 18th century, this dual earth formula was stolen by Westerners. Then the British modified the ternary formula based on this, that is, adding 25% animal bone meal to the soil, the bone china made out of the whiteness surpassed our blue and white. Since then, Jingdezhen began to decline. Up."

  The emotion of the little girl also made everyone present sigh for a while.

   There is nothing, it’s even worse than being robbed of your own things by outsiders, and it’s worse to turn around and drive yourself to a dead end.

  Seeing that everyone was plunged into indignation, the little girl smiled and waved.

   "Now, let's not talk about these unhappy things. This is the sketching workshop. Our painters work here. You see, Lord Xin, this is our blue and white paint!"

  Introduced to Li Shixin, the little girl picked up a bowl of reddish-brown, adjusted mud from the side and held it in front of Li Shixin.

   "Girl, this is obviously red. Are you not burning blue and white porcelain?"

  Aside, looking at the color material in the little girl's hand, Mr. Liu Feng rubbed his old eyes suspiciously.

"Grandpa, you don't know about that. This material, it was in this color before it was burned. When it really enters the kiln, it will be heated to 1300 Baidu in the cave. If there is no accident, it will show up. The blue and white colors you often see. Look, that side is our kiln!"

  Following the little girl’s fingers, everyone looked around and they saw several low grave-shaped buildings.

  And there, a ceremony is going on at this time;

  Before the small offering table on one side, a group of men, naked in the temperature of only a few degrees above zero, lifted the sea bowl above their heads.

  In front of a group of kiln workers, an old man who was also shirtless and with a pipe pot in his waist threw the big bowl in his hand to the ground.

  With a loud shout, the wine and the fragments of the big bowl burst into brilliant white flowers in front of the earth kiln.

  "Grandpa kiln god, bless you, the weather will be smooth and the kiln will be open!" "The weather will be smooth and the kiln will be open!" "The kiln will be open!"

  Between the mountains and rivers, the prayers of the potters, crossing the river and through the forest, echoed among the mountains.

  (End of this chapter)