National Treasure Artist

Chapter 84 Presenting Baitongtong!

China, to some extent, can be called a 'soil' civilization.

Soil has been abstracted in the minds of the Chinese people, and its meaning of endless life has already profoundly affected the thinking and real life of Chinese people.

From the fanatical worship of soil by the ancient ancestors to the proposal of the Confucian thought of "benevolence".

From the reverence for life in the form of "rituals" to the endless ideological background internalized in the flow of Chinese life, all of them deeply reflect the significance of the native endless thought to Chinese cultural traditions.

Ancient Chinese art reflects the return to the basics of the endless influx of thoughts. "Vividness and charm" is not only the highest state and goal of Chinese painting art, but also one of the outstanding aesthetic standards of Chinese classical aesthetics.

The musical sense of rhythm and rhythm is implied in art, which is "rhyme", which is the spirit of life.

However, soil is still a plain thing after all, and the secular spirit in Chinese culture comes from the reality of soil.

Practical rationality is the characteristic of Chinese traditional thought in its own character.Therefore, the interpretation of soil is another way to understand the mystery of Chinese culture.

Many people have asked why the churches and palaces left in Europe can shock people from the bottom of their hearts, but the ancient buildings in China appear low-key and simple?
Of course, being low-key and simple here is a kind of modest term. If you are impolite, you can use ordinary, ordinary, and inconspicuous instead.

Some people also want to ask, is it true that the architecture of the Chinese ancestors is not as good as the architecture of the Western ancestors?

of course not!
This is a fundamental difference.

The churches and buildings of Westerners are not made for man, they are built for God.

Its benchmark is God.

This is not the case in China. The Chinese are more pragmatic, taking people as the yardstick, and building a more comfortable house for themselves.

The entire aesthetic principle is also more about the artistic conception than the situation.

Clay pottery has a long history and is known as the 'art of clay and fire'.

It took more than two days for He Biao to build the clay pottery kiln.

After the completion, all the villagers who were free gathered in front of He Biao's house, looking at the new kiln with envy in their eyes.

The new kiln is built according to the old house, extending downwards, the height fluctuates, and the continuation of the sloping roof makes the clay pottery kiln and the house have an inexplicable unity and coordination.

For more than two days, what Gongtong said in the house has been spread by word of mouth, and the villagers in the whole village have heard of it.

"Designer Bai sent He Biao's family a hen that can lay golden eggs!"

"He Biao's family is about to prosper, and they are valued by Designer Bai."

"In the future, when people from the city come to visit our Banwan Village, He Biao's house will become the symbol of our village."

"Really, then you have to build a good relationship with Lao He."

"Designer Bai's hands can turn stones into gold!"

"What kind of blessings did Lao He's family cultivate in their previous lives to be able to look forward to Bai Designer."

In the open space in front of He's house, He's father and He's mother rummaged through the box and took out the clothes they wore when they got married.

Take out the melons and fruits bought in advance, and disperse the smoke and water for the villagers.

Followed by Lao He, he took out a bundle of firecrackers with hundreds or thousands of firecrackers from the house.

After letting go, he held the cigarette butt in his hand to light the firewood.

'Crackling.'

The ear-piercing sound of firecrackers sounded, and the firecracker crumbs exploded all over the ground, a piece of red.

Gongtong and Banxia stood beside He's father and He's mother.

The moment the firecrackers sounded, Gongtong sensitively noticed the change in Banxia's face.

His little face was a little pale, and he didn't dare to look into his eyes.

Even if I cover my ears with my hands, my body trembles slightly every time the firecrackers sound.

Seeing this, I didn't think much about it.

Gongtong directly took a step closer, in a half-embracing posture, stretched out her hand and gently covered the back of Banxia's hand, covering her ears.

Davidia involucrata could clearly feel that Banxia's body trembled violently at first, but then seemed to regain her composure and became steadfast.

Ban Xia noticed the person behind her, felt the familiar temperature, and suddenly she was not afraid.

"Thank you."

Regardless of whether Davidia involucrata heard clearly or not, she murmured softly.

She opened her eyes, and looked straight at the burning firecrackers for the first time since she was injured when she was a child.

Her face was dyed bright red, and her eyes were fascinated by the red firecrackers.
"It's a lot of money for firecrackers, and a lot of money for the tobacco, alcohol, and melons and fruits. The old He family has spent a lot of money!"

"What is this? When the kiln in their house is put into use, there will still be a lot of money."

"Hey, not necessarily."

"Although Designer Bai gave his family such a good condition, if He Biao doesn't live up to expectations, he won't give up."

"Yes, if this is the case, it still won't work!"

"Haha, then I'm just ignoring the designer's effort, ignoring the cigarettes and alcohol, and ignoring the thousands of firecrackers."

The sound of firecrackers continued for several minutes before finally stopping.

The surrounding villagers started talking again, some hoped for the good, and of course hoped for the bad, it's just human nature.

Many families were so envious of He Biao's opportunity that they felt sour, and naturally longed to watch a joke.

"He Biao."

Gongtong let go of the hand covering Banxia's ears, and shouted to He Biao with a smile: "How's the preparation going?"

"Give it to the big guy, show off!"

Gong Tong didn't notice, the moment he left Ban Xia, Ban Xia's beautiful eyebrows inadvertently frowned, feeling empty in her heart.

"Brother Gongtong, please knock!"

He Biao knew that Davidia Davidson was making him feel proud, and he was not humble, and he responded with sharp eyes.

After finishing the words, he trotted back to the main room, and when he came out again, he was holding an old wooden box.

Cleared an open space among the firecracker crumbs all over the floor, opened the Mazha, and sat down.

Open the wooden box, which is the tools for pottery, such as potter's wheel, pottery cart, soil prepared in advance, etc.
He Biao's actions immediately attracted the attention of all the onlookers. No matter what kind of sarcastic remarks were being said, they were all quietly focused.

He Biao let out a breath slowly, his expression became solemn, and he opened his posture.

Put mud in the prepared vessel and pour water.

The hands clap or slap, and there is a rhythmic slapping sound.

"Heh, this kid has two tricks."

When Gongtong saw it, she grinned and said with satisfaction.

Seeing Banxia's puzzled eyes, he explained: "Pottery making is divided into six processes: mud mixing, casting, drying, glazing, kiln kiln, and firing."

"He Biao is taking the first step, Heni."

"Of course, this mud can't be made by anyone. There are specialties in it."

"It is not enough to mix the mud with water until the clay is soft, thick and tough"

"There is nothing missing, it will affect the quality of the final product."

Davidia involucrata is not only explaining to Pinellia, but also explaining it to the villagers.

I saw Davidia involucrata paused, and then continued: "Listen to the sound of beating the soil, isn't it very rhythmic and rhythmic?"

"This is the level, revealing the foundation."

"This kid, among other things, I dare say he has the aura of a master just because of his posture!"

The words were overheard by the villagers, who made sarcastic remarks, and the jealous people who were about to watch the excitement suddenly fell silent and shrank their heads quietly.

He Biao was very attentive, devoting himself to it, his eyes were only on the lump of dirt.

Patting over and over again, it seems to be repeated, but it is not repeated.

After confirming that it is correct, put the reconciled mud on the potter's wheel.

This potter's wheel controls the speed of the turntable completely by pedaling, not the electric drawing machine commonly used outside now.

He Biao stepped on the potter's wheel, and the turntable began to turn, followed by gently sliding his finger
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the soil spread on the pottery cart began to take shape gradually.

The speed and time of He Biao's finger sliding are changing quietly, he has his own set of things.

Over and over again, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, calm and not afraid.

His demeanor made Gongtong's eyes shine, and he felt that he had really dug up a treasure.

Although the villagers couldn't see much, they didn't dare to say more just seeing He Biao's aura when he was making clay pottery.

The first clay pottery made by He Biao was looked at by everyone. It can be seen that it is a tea cup with its own unique texture.

It needs to be dried, glazed and other steps just after it is formed, and outsiders can't tell whether it is good or bad for the time being.

At this point, today's presentation is basically over.

Father He and Mother He, who were nervous on the side, were relieved, not seeking surprise, but seeking safety.

But they didn't expect that He Biao didn't just put the earthenware teacup to dry, but took out another wooden stick from the box.

Holding the wooden bar with his right hand, he leaned slightly to look at the teacup.

Then, under the shock of everyone, the wooden stick fell on Chazhan's body.

The clay pottery that has not been dried is just a light scratch, and the masters are often very careful.

He Biao was different, his eyes lit up, and the speed of his hand holding the wooden stick suddenly became faster.

Almost in the blink of an eye, he stopped and let down the stick.

Holding the teacup in his hand, He Biao stood up.

There is no cover, and in order to show it to everyone, I deliberately brought it close.

Under the sun, the teacup appeared in front of everyone.

When everyone saw it clearly, they all showed shock.

Hey!
As expected of being the only college student in the village in recent years, this skill is simply amazing!

The wall of the small and exquisite tea cup has textures with ancient charm, and there are six small characters that are vigorous and flamboyant, "To the benefactor Baitongtong".

If it's just adobe, it's just the texture. The villagers still can't see the foundation, but this line of small characters engraved really shows the craftsmanship.

From the strength of the pinch to the skill, it is a must.

Davidia involucrata also laughed.

He has really unearthed a great talent for the traditional pottery of the Buyi nationality!
"Big Brother Davidia, this teacup will be given to you after it is fired."

He Biao said gratefully.

"Row!"

"I am looking forward."

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(End of this chapter)