God-level Golden Hand

Chapter 442 is out

Xu Jingxing didn't wait for Tang Xianhai to explain, he waved his hands in an attitude that could not be refused, and said, "Don't say what's there, the mud is yours, the tools and the venue are also yours, and even the relatively precious pieces are yours." Ni came to let me practice, I have already taken advantage of it, how can I ask for your pot again, so, you can deal with this pot as you want, regardless of my opinions and ideas."

Tang Xianhai thought for a while, then nodded, "Okay, then I'll take advantage of you with the cheek, I have a hunch that this gourd pot will definitely become one of the most proud works of my life." Speaking of this, the same He said firmly: "So, you must leave an inscription and inscription."

"You can have this." Xu Jingxing picked up the metal carving knife with a smile, bent down to face the semi-finished gourd pot that had just been formed, thought for a while, and carved the poem that Tang Xianhai had recited before. Of course, it was carved on the gourd. On the other side of the pot, in this way, there are pictures on one side and words on the other, and the contents of the words and patterns complement each other, which is more elegant.

Carve verses, leave the year, month, day and your own name, and finally leave a "Xu" seal script on the inside of the lid.

In this way, no one can know that this pot is a collaboration between him and Tang Xianhai.

Such a combination was very common in ancient times. It was a combination of literati and craftsmen. The two of these combinations can often complement each other, making two people who didn't want to do it at first become well-known figures in the purple sand industry. Chen Mansheng and Yang Pengnian's combination is like this. Chen Mansheng's talent and Yang Pengnian's exquisite pot-making skills have made Mansheng pots famous.

Unfortunately, he is not Chen Mansheng, and Tang Xianhai is not Yang Pengnian. The two of them are still far from the old predecessors in history, so their cooperation will definitely not be as famous as the old predecessors in history.

But this gourd pot is indeed enough for the two of them to make others look sideways in a small area.

Of course, he didn't have much interest in getting involved in the circle of purple sand crafts. He would at most make some purple sand objects and sell them in his shop, instead of competing with Tang Xianhai's colleagues.Colleagues are enemies, and sincere people like Tang Xianhai are rare.

After he left his inscription, Tang Xianhai also left his own inscription, and this Duanni gourd pot, which amazed them, was sent to the shade box to dry, waiting to be fired in the furnace.

When Tang Xianhai put the gourd pot away, the three people in the room suddenly became nervous, because it was only about [-] minutes before the time Tang Xianhai said to turn on the stove.

Tang Xianhai waved and said, "Come with me."

Xu Jingxing followed Tang Xianhai into the workshop with An Xin, and came to the front of the electric furnace. The workshop was brightly lit, but very quiet, and only the humming sound of the electric furnace could be heard. The feeling of dizziness is not very good. It took him a while to get used to it before he felt better.

Turning to look at An Xin and Tang Xianhai, seeing that there was nothing unusual about the two of them, she was a little puzzled, and thought to herself: Could it be because my senses are too sensitive?

Thinking about it, it seemed that there was such a possibility, so he focused his attention on the electric stove a little depressed.

However, he has never operated such a big thing, and he can only understand that one of the numbers displayed on it is the temperature.

At this moment, the temperature of the electric furnace is slowly lowering from the previous 180 degrees. It took more than ten minutes to drop below 100 degrees. At this time, the electric furnace also cut off the power and stopped completely. run.But Tang Xianhai still didn't rush to open the way, but waited for the electric furnace to cool down naturally.

After the temperature is below 100 degrees, the cooling speed is significantly slower, and it may not be able to drop even 1 degree in a few minutes.

Fortunately, when it was fifty degrees Celsius, Tang Xianhai turned on the electric stove.As soon as the door of the electric stove was opened, a wave of heat rushed towards them, causing Xu Jingxing and An Xin, the master and apprentice, to subconsciously step back a few steps, while Tang Xianhai stretched his hand in with his eyes shining, and carefully held out a small and delicate cup. The Xishi pot was exactly the one made by Xu Jingxing, and it was also the first purple clay pot he made.

Of course, Tang Xianhai was wearing heat-resistant gloves.

Tang Xianhai just held the vermilion Xishi pot and looked left and right, his eyes were full of admiration and surprise, after looking at it for a while, he carefully placed it on the table, "Xiao Xu, you are really a genius, even though I I had expected that this jug would be very good, but I didn’t expect it to be so good. To be honest, if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed that this jug was your debut as a novice.”

Xu Jingxing hurriedly moved over to take a look, and could feel the heat emanating from the small purple clay pot when he got close, but the lovely vermilion color and the small, cute, plump and exquisite shape made people feel delighted, and there was a kind of forbearance. I can't help holding it in my hand, rubbing it and playing with it.

Not to mention, this small pot is really worthy of its name - Xi Shi milk pot.The shape of the whole pot is just like a real milk house, plump but not firm, plump but not bloated, and the small and round knob is even more image.

Realizing this, he wanted to have a joke with Tang Xianhai. Although Tang Xianhai is an old man, he is also a man. When men and men are together, there must be common topics in this regard.But when she opened her mouth, she suddenly realized that there was An Xin behind her. She turned her head and saw that the girl's face was glowing red, she was really cute, and when she met his eyes, she turned away instantly.

Ahem, it seems that the girl also realized what the shape of this pot represents.

But this thing about cultural people can only be regarded as elegant taste, yes, elegant taste, that's it, hehe.

He snickered twice in his heart, and said to Tang Xianhai as if he hadn't found anything: "Old Tang, thank you very much."

"I should thank you, you have helped me even more these days," Tang Xianhai asked with a smile, "Are you still satisfied?"

"Very satisfied," he nodded.

"Hahaha, as long as you are satisfied, I thought you were modestly saying that you were not satisfied," Tang Xianhai laughed.

He curled his lips, "My modesty depends on how good the environment is. I don't pretend to be humble when I shouldn't be humble. That's not called modesty, that's called acting." He originally wanted to say, "That's called pretending." However, considering that an old man like Tang Xianhai may not be used to this kind of Internet rhetoric, he changed the word "pretending to compare" to "pretentious", but the effect is the same.

Tang Xianhai praised with satisfaction, "This is very good. Be humble when you should be humble, and show off when you shouldn't be. Your pot is really good. I want to spend money to buy it," said Here, a bit unwilling to ask: "Sell it?"

(End of this chapter)