Chapter 106
She still shook her head, "The level of detail that can be achieved by machines and handwork is completely different. You have to observe and watch at any time. Otherwise, no matter what industry, handmade is more expensive than machine-made mass production? It's not that there is no machine production, Yes, for another example, the next step is color separation. If the machine can only separate three layers of colors, but manual can separate four. Especially for azurite and stone green, it is really to spread the powder on the white On the paper, look at it with your eyes, and pick out the impurities one by one, which is impossible for a machine. This is what grandpa said about patience and conscientiousness.”

He had nothing to say, and was bored for a while, and saw that she had started to collect the ore, putting the orpiment and realgar into the black box.

"What is this for?" he asked again.

"Easy to oxidize, put it away." Her small body moved among the ore.

He steps forward to help, ignoring her warnings.

Xin Wan really frowned, "Don't touch these ores!"

His chest was a bit majestic, "What's the matter? It won't kill anyone! At worst, my face will be swollen again! I'm used to it! I haven't been swollen in the past few years abroad, and I don't feel like myself anymore. I feel that my personality is lacking." One side..."

Xin Wan couldn't help but burst out laughing after hearing this, isn't this called "offensive"?
"Wanwan, did you do all these things yourself?" He asked again.

"Ah."

"Why don't you hire a few workers? Hire more! Let the workers do the hard work like knocking stones and grinding!"

Xin Wan's soft voice sounded, "My place is not an established factory, it can be said that it is just a odd job, what kind of workers are hired, I don't expand the scale, I can do it myself. Besides, the cost has to be considered Well, the price of mineral pigments is already high, many times higher than that of ordinary chemical raw materials, plus labor costs, the price can't be higher?"

"Your thing is a matter of high and low. Only those who really understand it can know its goodness. The target you sell is not the majority of students from the Academy of Fine Arts, okay? Only great painters or museums will buy it? They can care about it. The price?" Su Rongxuan said straight away, "Besides, even if everyone comes to buy it, your output will not be able to supply it!"

After hearing this, she couldn't help admiring secretly. Fortunately, she is a child of the Su family. She is very sensitive to business, and she has finally grown up these years. "Yes, but few people are willing to do this. I have recruited before, recruiting apprentices. I also want to find an assistant and pass this craft on to more people, but there is no money and no future in this industry. Most people leave after less than a month, and few persist until a month. The wages are no longer coming. There are many ways to make money outside, this is too boring and hard..."

She was not paying attention and almost said "too hard", but suddenly thought of how to tell outsiders about suffering, and swallowed the word "bitter" in a timely manner.

However, he had already heard half of it, and his face became tense, "What's too much? It's too hard, isn't it?"

She was stunned and remained silent, which could be regarded as acquiescing...

Inexplicably, Su Rongzhen felt very dry in his heart, and threw the ore in his hand very fast, making a crackling sound.

"Take it easy..." She shot him a look.

The brows and eyes are light, but they are like gentle wind and drizzle. With just one glance, the restlessness in his heart gradually calms down. Yes, it is indeed hard work, but this is the handicraft left by grandpa to Xin Wan, and it is Xin Wan's inheritance of grandpa's cultural heritage. Isn't it similar to the career he wants to do?
(End of this chapter)

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