Free Days in Siheyuan

Chapter 493 The Purple Clay Pot Was Stolen
For this reason, Zhang Yu had to ask the school for a few days off to devote himself to this teaching activity.

Fortunately, the vice-principal of the school is Director Wang's father-in-law. Before Zhang Yu asked for leave, he learned about it from Director Wang. Without Zhang Yu's elaboration, he readily granted his leave.

However, it is not without some benefits for so many technicians to come to study. At least Zhang Yu used the name of teaching these technicians to train them, and led them to maintain all the machines in the Red Star Rolling Plant. The joining of these people can save him a lot of effort and time.

Because of this accident, Zhang Yu had to postpone the birthday that Zhang Yu had planned for Zhao Wenzhuo for a few days.

Because of the delay in the past few days, another gift that was originally ordered was snatched away.

God knows, when Zhang Yu excitedly came to a folk craftsman's house, ready to pick up the purple clay pot he had ordered a long time ago, he realized that the purple clay pot had been taken away a few days ago.

After listening to the master's words, an expression of disbelief appeared on Zhang Yu's face for a moment.

That pot is the raw material he provided, and the deposit has already been paid, right?

Seeing Zhang Yu's slightly unhappy face, the master rubbed his hands anxiously, the family is unlucky!
All of this is the family's misfortune. The past few years have been bad, and there are fewer people who buy this. Many antique shops on the Liulichang that needed his supplies in the past have closed their doors. In addition, he is getting older and has The thought of stopping.

When Zhang Yu came here a few days ago, he was not going to take this job, but the raw materials Zhang Yu provided him were so good that he was very greedy.

With such high-quality materials and his craftsmanship, the finished product will surely amaze everyone.

The result is indeed the same, after his careful carving, this purple clay pot is definitely the best one he has made in his life.

But he never expected that when his son's friend came over to play once, he would stare at the purple clay pot that he had just finished and had not had time to put away.

He pestered him to buy the purple clay pot, but after he refused, he bribed his son and stole the purple clay pot.

By the time he found out that the purple clay pot had been stolen, it was too late when he went to the door, and he had already given away the purple clay pot.

Seeing the guilt on the face of the old master in front of him, and his trembling hands that were steady and strong some time ago, Zhang Yu didn't know how to speak for a while.

Zhang Yu's silence made the master feel even more guilty. He has never done such a thing in his life.

Shame!
His reputation has been ruined all his life!
The old master took out the money that he had already prepared from his pocket, and handed it to Zhang Yu: "It's because I have no way to teach my son that this happened. You collect this money first. If it is not enough, I will find a way."

Looking at the teacher in front of him who was at least ten years older than the last time he met, Zhang Yu couldn't be too harsh. He handed over the money from the teacher and pushed it back, and comforted him: "No one has committed a crime in this life. It's a mistake, besides, I don't blame you for this matter, but the person who used the means.

I still have two sets of raw materials. Take good care of your body, and when your body is well, make another set for me. This money will be regarded as a deposit. "

As soon as Zhang Yu said this, the master's eyes suddenly lit up, and then went out again.

The master smiled wryly and looked at his trembling hands, and made another set. Can he make another set with his hands?

"This is the end of the matter, don't think about it when you are old. The most important thing now is to take good care of your body. Only when you are healthy can you have a future. Besides, master, your craftsmanship has not been passed down yet, so you are so willing to be alone Haven't qualified successors been cultivated?"

Zhang Yu's words seemed to be a shot in the arm, which suddenly cheered up the depressed master.

He clenched his fist, is he willing?
No, he is not reconciled, he is not reconciled to the craftsmanship that he has studied all his life, just to be cut off from him.

Seeing the revived old man, the old woman standing aside had reddened eyes and couldn't help but shed tears.

In the past few days, not only the old man has been tortured, but she also feels bad. She never imagined that her son, who has always been obedient, would do such a thing.

Seeing the old man's decadence day by day, she felt uncomfortable.

People say that young couples come to accompany their children all the time, the old man has a good temper, and he has never disrespected herself in this life. She simply can't imagine, how will she live if the old man is gone?
But people have to look forward, what can we do now that things have come to this?
The old man had fallen, and she could not fall again.

She has to hold on, hold on for the old man, only in this way the family will not be broken up.

At this time, seeing the old man cheer up again, the old woman breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Yu always felt familiar when he learned the name of the person who robbed him of the purple clay pot from the teacher.

I just thought about it for a long time, but I didn't remember where I heard this name from?
Zhang Yu couldn't bear to criticize the old master in front of him, but he kept the name of the guy who robbed him of the purple clay pot in his heart.

Sooner or later, he will let that person spit out his purple clay pot.

Faced with this result, no matter how angry Zhang Yu was, he had to look for another gift.

Hearing that he was looking for another gift, the master told him a place.

"In the past two years, Liulichang has no business to do, and many shops are going to close because they can't survive.

I have a few old friends who opened a shop in Liulichang. Recently, I plan to clean up the things on hand and go back to the book.

So if you still want to look for this kind of thing, why not go over there and see if there is something you like? "

As soon as he said this, Zhang Yu's eyes suddenly lit up.

Liulichang!
He actually forgot Liulichang, which travelers must go to!
You must know that for those who have traveled through rebirth to the era, Liulichang and the waste collection station are must-see places.

He remembered that Liulichang could still easily buy paintings by many famous modern painters in later generations.

Seeing the intention on Zhang Yu's face, the master smiled and introduced him to several reliable shops.

After coming out of the old master, Zhang Yu excitedly prepared to go to Liulichang. Nanluoguxiang where he lived was only eleven or twelve kilometers away from Liulichang, and it was even easier to go to Liulichang from the old master closer.

With his bicycle speed, one hour is enough to reach Liulichang.

Just when he was halfway through the ride, silently humming the lyrics of later generations to encourage himself, he suddenly remembered why he felt the name that the old master said sounded familiar.

The surname is Shi, WC, isn't that the father of that lunatic Shi Liying?

(End of this chapter)