God-level Golden Hand

Chapter 372 Teach

Tang Xianhai took a look at An Xin, but did not refuse. He handed the purple sand pot to An Xin, sat back on the sofa, and asked Xu Jingxing, "Who are you, little girl?"

"My apprentice," Xu Jingxing replied with a smile, showing no sign of embarrassment, but in fact, he was only in his early twenties, but it was a very strange thing to have an apprentice who was almost 20 years old.

Tang Xianhai frowned and asked, "What did she learn from you?"

"Of course it's woodcarving. I'm best at woodcarving. Of course, I'll also lay the foundation for her, asking her to write, paint and recite ancient poems."

"That's not bad," Tang Xianhai said a rare kind word, but he frowned quickly, "However, the foundation should be laid from an early age, and it's not too late to lay the foundation now?"

"Late? I don't think so. On the contrary, I think as long as you are willing to learn, it's not too late to lay the foundation even if you are in your late teens. If you are willing to work hard, you will have a foundation in two or three years."

"That's what I said, but that's the result of being guided by a famous teacher. If there is no good teacher to guide, let alone two or three years, even two or 30 years may not achieve anything."

Hearing Tang Xianhai's words, Xu Jingxing was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that the old man was questioning his level.This sentence, on the surface, means to doubt that Xu Jingxing is not a famous teacher, but in fact it is to doubt Xu Jingxing's basic ability.

It is true that Xu Jingxing's craftsmanship may be really good, but craftsmanship itself and basic ability are two different concepts. What is the basic ability of an artist?Profound cultural background, and those people with profound cultural background, all of them are old men in their seventies and eighties, and those in their 50s and [-]s can be regarded as young people. people with background.

Realizing this, he was not angry at all, but felt that Tang Xianhai's character was really a bit stunned.That is to say, he knew that old man Tang was not malicious, and if someone else came over, he might have slapped the table long ago.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a little funny, and said with a smile: "Mr. Tang, a qualified teacher does not necessarily have to be a learned scholar, as long as he can teach students how to learn, how to think, and how to develop their potential, that is enough. Mr. Yunhai's achievements are big enough, right? But his first teacher is just the head of a theater troupe."

Tang Xianhai was stunned for a moment, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his dull face, and then he forced a smile, "I've been taught."

"..." Xu Jingxing was also dumbfounded. The open-ended style of this conversation seems to be incorrect. How could this old man Tang admit his mistake so readily?Shouldn't you take the opportunity to test yourself?
Old man Tang questioned his teaching level just now, why did the old man admit his mistake just as soon as he refuted it?His counterattack has just begun, is it over?
But Tang Xianhai, an old man with status, status and ability, can admit his mistakes to an unknown junior like him, which is really worthy of respect.

So he quickly said: "Mr. Tang is too polite, I just said so."

"No, what you said is very reasonable," Tang Xianhai said firmly, "If you hadn't awakened me, I might have gone further and further down the wrong path. Over the years, I have paid more and more attention to the spread of skills. But I have never taught students how to think and learn, ashamed."

Well, can this conversation continue?

Xu Jingxing was a little embarrassed, he couldn't really pretend to be a big clove of garlic in front of an old man like Tang Xianhai, could he?He didn't want to pretend to be big, but old man Tang put his posture so low that he couldn't take it down at all.

It is said that the bridal sedan chair is meant to be lifted up, but although Tang Xianhai had a good attitude, he kept putting the sedan chair down, which made him quite embarrassed at the other end.

Fortunately, Yu Zecheng is a shrewd person, and he laughed when he saw this, "You two are enough, can't you talk well? Especially you, Old Tang, you can suffocate people when chatting with you, and you can kill the world when you talk It's a kind of skill," he said, taking out the pumpkin pot and putting it on the coffee table, "Look, do you know me?"

Tang Xianhai glanced at it, "I made this on the 22nd of the twelfth lunar month years ago. How could you not recognize it? How did you buy it? If you want a pot, just come to me and get it. I have a lot of them here."

Yu Zecheng laughed and said, "You have quite a few teapots here, but not many as outstanding as this one."

Tang Xianhai's eyes lit up, "Can you see that?" He frowned again as he spoke, "Old Yu, it's not that I look down on you, you just write well in big characters, and you don't have such a deep understanding of purple clay pots."

Yu Zecheng pursed his lips, then straightened the pumpkin pot like offering a treasure, and then slowly turned the lid of the pot so that the curved melon stem-shaped knob was aligned with the spout.After completing this series of actions, he proudly raised his head to look at Tang Xianhai. The expression on his face was very complacent, with a hint of provocation, as if he was responding to Tang Xianhai's contempt.

Tang Xianhai let out a "Huh", glanced at the pumpkin pot on the coffee table, then raised his head and kept looking at Yu Zecheng, "Can you really see that?" He murmured with his brows tightly furrowed, "It shouldn't be, your level You haven't fallen to that level, when I met you years ago, you weren't so powerful, it's impossible for you to be reborn after a year, right?"

Seeing this scene, Xu Jingxing almost couldn't laugh out loud. He didn't expect Yu Zecheng to have such a playful heart, no different from a playful brat.

An Xin, who just came back with a teapot, couldn't hold back even more, and burst out laughing out loud.

Seeing An Xin's reaction, Yu Zecheng was a little annoyed.

Tang Xianhai's eyes lit up, "Master Xu saw it?"

Yu Zecheng nodded, "Do you believe in his level now? I told you, if you can serve Xiao Xu as an apprentice, you will be so happy that you won't be able to sleep. It's a pity that Xiao Xu has no plans to become a teacher."

Tang Xianhai ignored Yu Zecheng, but jumped up and ran into the room, and after a while came out with a wooden tray on which were placed six or seven pairs of purple clay pots of various shapes and colors. After placing the tray in front of Xu Jingxing, he stared at him and said, : "Look at these."

Xu Jingxing raised his eyebrows, "You mean..."

"These are old pots I collected from the antique market, but I'm not sure about the level of these pots," Tang Xianhai explained hastily.

"That's it," Xu Jingxing felt relieved, and reached out to hold a handful of dark brown Qin Quan pots.

The so-called infringement pot is a pot shape that combines the weights of the Qin Dynasty with the purple sand pot. The pot that Tang Xianhai used to make tea is a typical Qin Quan pot.

(End of this chapter)