In 1996, the highway mileage in southern Hunan Province was very small.It took three and a half hours to go through Qingshan Town to enter the provincial capital by taking the national highway.
Entering the city from the South Bus Station, the lights flashed all the way. The night in the city is as noisy and impetuous as Qin An’s impression, but there are fewer tall buildings, the luxury of the cars is a little less, and the walking passers-by are still wearing the imprint of the times, which is far less pleasing to the eye than the diverse trends of urban fashion men and women more than ten years later.
Before Wang Hongqi could wake up, Qin An opened his eyes and barely identified the familiar and unfamiliar road, pointing Wang Hongqi a shortcut.
Wait, I'll go buy something.Qin An asked the car to pull aside and ran to an alley with a small dim light but a long line.
The fragrance of stinky tofu floats far away. It is called the mother-in-law of the Four Egyptians. She has a good skill in making stinky tofu and is well-known far and wide. This situation has not changed after more than ten years.
Four Egypt sells stinky tofu every day, and it only sells for a while, and it is limited every day.
But her taste is a masterpiece of the provincial capital, and she often appears on various food programs and entertainment news and variety shows.
Qin An knew that the master of Tongguan Kiln loved this, so he rushed over and lined up, and was afraid that it would be gone when it was his turn. He ran to the front and bought a seat with ten dollars with a child with a shameless attitude. The child took ten dollars and ran to the team to line up.
In most parts of China, there were not many people who paid attention to the spirit of queuing at this time, but it was not possible in the Four Egyptians. No one would sell him if he didn't line up or who was in line, so everyone was very conscious that Qin An bought a seat with money, which was not considered to be a queuing place, and did not disrupt the order. No one blamed him, but some people felt that the young man had a lot of pocket money and was very greedy.
Four Egypt, I will give me one hundred dollars!Qin An didn't know how much the stinky tofu from the four Egyptians cost at this time, and thought about giving it to the master.Just try to buy as much as possible.
The old and dark hair is still blue. The energetic four Egypt stared at her eyes, "You little kid, why are you buying so much stinky tofu?"It costs 100 yuan, and I don’t have to worry about being overwhelmed. I’ve sold it to you, what else can I eat?
For Ah, what do we eat?
Where can I buy stinky tofu for 100 yuan?
Eat Ah as a meal, you will be exhausted!
The few people behind Qin An suddenly became dissatisfied. The stinky tofu made in the four Egyptians every day was not sold for a total of 100 yuan.
How much does it cost?I bought less... Qin An was embarrassed to take back the 100-yuan bill. Many years later, this delicacy, which was almost included in cultural heritage, rose to three yuan per piece, and only about thirty yuan per piece. Later, it even rose to four or five yuan, but it was still in short supply.
One cent per dollar, each person can buy up to two yuan. This is the rule that cannot be broken.The four Egyptians shouted, "Would you like, hurry up, are the people behind you still waiting?"
Qin An had no choice but to buy two small oil paper bags, and the steaming fragrance and the spicy taste of chopped peppers were emitted, making Qin An salivate.
Qin An ran into the car, Wang Hongqi pinched his nose and opened the window, Bss, can you finish eating first and get in the car?
You taste it, it's delicious.Qin An handed the oil paper bag to Wang Hongqi.
Wang Hongqi hurriedly avoided, thank you, you can eat more yourself.
It smells smelly first and then smells fragrant, and it is the same as bitter first and then sweet.If Wang Hongqi doesn't eat, Qin Anle will be able to eat alone.
The car drove to the entrance of Tongguanyao Alley, Wang Hongqi and Qin An got out of the car, and Qin An carried a bag of oil paper.
Walking in the wet alley after the rain, the bluestone streets were scattered with water, the old lanterns were shaking in a broken way, the dragon on the black rotten eaves looked east, but in the dark night, it was like a dormant monster, coveting pedestrians on the road.
This area is also well preserved, and the ancient city in Xi'an is also very good.Wang Hongqi sighed that many places in China are building new cities.
It means destroying old cities without protection. Many old buildings that have been around for hundreds, or even hundreds, or thousands of years have been turned into ashes in urban construction.
Qin An was extremely familiar when he walked here.
When he first came here to learn art, the street was still the same. After two years, the government made great efforts to repair it, transforming it into a cultural pedestrian street, and it also became a tourist attraction, but it no longer had the original flavor of the ancient house.
Pushing open the entrance of the yard with the plaque of Zui Taoju, Qin An walked in. Under the incandescent lamp, a strong, slightly wide-body and fat master in his fifties was directing several students to make pottery.
The master's name is Yang Niangu, the last true successor of Lingnan Tongguan Kiln. He is also a professor at the School of Art of Xiangnan Normal University. This professor's name comes from his status in the domestic ceramic art industry, not because of how many professional papers he has written and how many contributions he has made in the industry. Like most traditional old artists, he is proficient in craftsmanship and does not have much thought to pursue fame and fortune.
Because of his relationship with Xiangnan Normal University, many art students have easily stepped into the door of Zui Taoju with the convenience and were able to get his guidance.
However, as far as Qin An knows, he is one of the other, and only two or three others are so exquisite that Yang Niangu is willing to teach his skills and find a new generation of successors to the Tongguan Kiln.
Smelling the familiar and greedy smell of the four Egyptian stinky tofu, Yang Niangu turned around. In the yard, under the light, on the stone slab, there was a young man smiling and holding a bag of oil paper. Behind him was a middle-aged man in a straight suit, with a tough figure and expressionless face, which looked like a bodyguard that often appeared on TV, with only a pair of sunglasses.
You are... Yang Niangu wiped his hands and walked out.
Master Yang, who has long been famous, comes to take a look... This is a gift for you.
Qin An handed him the stinky tofu, and you won’t accept anything you give away. You always like to eat stinky tofu, which is a gift that is light and affection.
You kid is really interesting. How could you say that giving something is a gift that is less than affection?
Yang Niangu laughed and thought this child was quite interesting.
After smelling the scent of stinky tofu, he said: What's the matter with you? Tell me.Yang Niangu often encounters a noble man who asks him to make a statue of a Bodhisattva to worship. His works are rarely circulated on the market. They are usually introduced by friends who have friendship and can only be pushed and made into pottery.
Yang Niangu thought about which friend this child must have been introduced by him. He probably had some background and identity, and his generous and natural demeanor did not look like ordinary children.
I would like to share with Master Yang some experience in the making of pottery techniques.Qin An followed Yang Niangu to the incandescent lamp and said this.
Several students who were concentrating on making pottery raised their heads and looked at Qin An in surprise.
After seeing clearly that Qin An was just a teenage child, their eyes gradually became exaggerated and disdainful. Where did the child Ah come from? Sharing his experiences with Master Yang?
This tone is a bit too big. It’s not a well-known figure in the domestic ceramic art industry. Who dares to say such things?
Don’t you always ask for advice as the opening remark?
Yang Niangu was also a little surprised. He chewed stinky tofu in his mouth, squinted his eyes and looked at Qin An, and laughed: Making pottery is not about making mud.
The students who were squatting while making pottery smiled secretly.
A child in his teenage years old wants to share his experience in making pottery techniques with Master Yang. He is really not qualified. Even if he is making mud, he is not as good as Master Yang's skillful hands.
Use artistic techniques and clay, use artistic techniques to pick clay, use artistic techniques to shape, and grasp the details with an artistic perspective... Then, so you can only get one step away from the real art to burn a kiln.Qin An remembered this sentence when he was studying with Yang Niangu, and he often said that he would make pottery like this?
Yang Niangu was so angry that he said this very well. Isn’t it art to do something to the extreme?
This child is not simple. Yang Niangu pointed to the works of his students. If you want to communicate, please give me some guidance on the works of these children.Yang Niangu wanted to try how many things there were in his stomach. He would not believe that children of this age could master any real techniques. At most, they only had excellent theoretical level. If there were elders who played with pottery at home, they would probably have learned some of the basics after learning.
It's unbearable, like a child playing with mud.Qin An glanced casually without showing any mercy.
Yang Niangu didn't say anything, but these students couldn't help it. They were all top students in the Department of Fine Arts of Xiangnan Normal University, although they were just a beginner in ceramic art.
But I also felt that I would not be so ridiculed by the child. A boy wearing a work hat stood up and snorted. This is playing with mud. You can show us what you can see.
Qin An had no good feelings for these so-called students. During the days when he followed Yang Niangu, he had never heard of Yang Niangu missing him.
I have praised these students from the university, but they have wasted a lot of Yang Niangu's best clay. I stayed in the Zui Tao Curie for a while. After walking out, I didn't learn any skills, but I used the reputation of Yang Niangu's successor, which has affected Yang Niangu's reputation to a greater or lesser extent.
Modern educational methods cannot carry forward the essence of traditional art, and these students do not really want to learn ceramics. As soon as Qin An entered the door, he could tell from their lazy eyes and perfunctory attitude.
I said, I am here to share my experience in making pottery techniques with Master Yang, not with you...you guys go play alone.Qin An walked to Yang Niangu's workbench, Master Yang, lend your place to use.
Can you use the teacher’s workbench?Don't make trouble!When the work hat comes over, it is about to push Qin An away.
Wang Hongqi put one hand on the shoulder of the work hat, and used a little force, and the work hat was grinning in pain. You...you...what are you doing?
Stay while staying.Wang Hongqi smiled slightly.
Yang Niangu was about to speak when he saw Qin An picking up the pottery knife and raising it, and drawing circles in the air. This was completely the technique of Tongguan Kiln. He suddenly felt a breakdown and did not blame Wang Hongqi, stopping his students who stood up indignation.
Qin An cut the mud, patted his palms lightly, put them in the jar, and used a spoon to pick some powder in the first row of clay pots. Suddenly, Master Yang, you know the rules.
Yang Niangu was stunned. This young man actually knew how to adjust mud.
Most pottery arts have the habit of adjusting clay. The humidity, softness and stickiness of clay are the most suitable, making pottery easily, and the pottery produced is vaguely echoing personal temperament. Some special clay-adjustment materials can even improve the quality of the pottery more than just one step.
The techniques and material ratio of mud are all secrets of ceramic art. Of course, outsiders cannot covet and watch. At this time, Yang Niangu no longer dared to underestimate Qin An. He directed the students to go out and was ready to go out.
Master Yang, what I mean is just to let them go out.I said I communicated with you, and you went out, who would I communicate with?This mud-tuning technique is inspired by your recent works, and you can give me some advice.Qin An was much more humble when the group of students went out. The person in front of him was his real teacher and a real artist he admired and admired.
When Qin An followed Yang Niangu, the reason why he was able to obtain some true teachings of Yang Niangu was that Qin An and Yang Niangu jointly restored a lost clay adjustment technique called blood-silk porcelain. This new technique perfectly copied the lost skills of the Tongguan Kiln, and truly passed on the techniques of the Tongguan Kiln from all over the country.
In addition to the reason why Yang Niangu's countless experiments were very close, it was because Qin An made a mistake and confused two ingredients, but in the end he got the embryo mud with excellent quality. The fired ceramics had a faint red light, which could be seen in the sun. Bloodlines could be seen swimming in the flowing sun, hence the name Bloodlines.
Yang Niangu was a little surprised. This young man didn't seem to be pretending, but who would let others watch the precious and valuable clay-tuning technique? It was extremely difficult to figure out this technique. I think that if a master like Yang Niangu, he could guess the proportion of materials by just reading it once.
Qin An took not much mud, and he mixed it quickly. While talking about the proportion with Yang Niangu in detail, he finished nine parts of the mud. Qin An asked Yang Niangu to try the feel.
This... Yang Niangu was surprised and happy. He knew very well what an amazing treasure would be like for porcelain made of this quality clay!
This kind of soft and hard feeling on the skin is greasy but not sticky, which is exactly the quality he has always pursued!
Which master’s personal disciple are you?Mr. Yang is very grateful!Yang Niangu lowered his head and was about to bow to Qin An.
Qin An dared not bear it. He half-kneeled and held Yang Niangu's arm to prevent him from bent down. He just didn't want this master who was obsessed with ceramics to waste too much time. In his impression, Yang Niangu spent twenty years in order to reproduce the blood-stained porcelain.
If you are willing, I will tell people when I go out in the future that I am a disciple of Master Yang.Qin An has always been impressed by the spirit of an old artist like Yang Niangu, and has become a disciple again, sincerely.
Then I can't ask for anything.Seeing that Qin An had been reluctant to explain the background of his family, Yang Niangu was curious. At this time, he didn't know that this was the blood-stained porcelain lost in the Tongguan Kiln, but he felt that it might be related to the blood-stained porcelain and could no longer contain his excitement.
Thank you, Master, and I will give you a teacher's ceremony another day.I will stay in the provincial capital for a few more days and I will make a piece of pottery at that time. I hope you can help me cook it with your own hands and watch the fire with patience. I really can't do it well.Qin An made a small request. Although he could make good mud embryos, firing was also an extremely technical task.
This experience is purely the accumulated water-melting skills, and it cannot be compensated by his memory and some prescient wisdom.
No problem... I also want to see your ability to make Tao.At this time, Yang Niangu did not underestimate Qin An.
Well, let me see you again next day.
Yang Niangu personally sent Qin An out. The students who were staying at the workshop were muttering, all of whom were dumbfounded and opened their mouths in surprise. When did they see Yang Niangu sending guests so enthusiastically?
Professor Yang, what is the origin of this child?The work hat was kneading Wang Hongqi's shoulder that was hurt when he grabbed it.
He was arrogant and looked amazing.Another student snorted, "Stupid!"
Yang Niangu glanced at a few students, looked at the taillights of the car that gradually disappeared at the intersection, and praised, "Successor of the Master, the style of a famous master!"
If it weren't for the successor of the master, how could it be so skillful at a young age? Is this kind of deed that he can't cherish himself without raising his hands to show off his secret skills?
Yang Niangu could not think of who Qin An had learned from, nor did he know that this master was himself.
Bss, you are the second freak I've ever seen.Wang Hongqi shook his head.
Since the first meeting, Qin An has brought him a sense of surprise, putting aside his calm and steady temperament.
His hands when he played with tea raised his hand from the half-meter-long pot, pouring the tea cup not a single point.
Not a single loss, even though Wang Hongqi has good hands and arms strength and has practiced the accurate shooting skills, he can't do this.
Wang Hongqi later asked if he had practiced this technique in particular. He could not reach this level for a year or two. A teenager was able to have such patience to do such things, which was enough to make Wang Hongqi feel inexplicably moved.
As for making pottery, Wang Hongqi would not understand that this can be played by playing with mud, and he has never seen him do such things on weekdays. Where did he learn it?
Who was the first freak you've ever seen?Qin An didn't mind Wang Hongqi describing him like this, but was curious about this question.
Wang Hongqi shrugged and told you that you don’t know each other either.
Freaks were everywhere, and Wang Hongqi only saw two of them. They had too little knowledge. Qin An did not ask any further. Looking at the lights outside the car, the car stopped in front of the hotel.
Santana is also a good car in the provincial capital. The price of 200,000 yuan is worthy of the word luxury in the eyes of ordinary people. Wang Hongqi ran out of the car and opened the door for Qin An, but this attitude was even more eye-catching.
Qin An was stunned for a moment, and Wang Hongqi opened the door. Qin An woke up in a daze and walked into the hotel with Wang Hongqi.
Entering the city from the South Bus Station, the lights flashed all the way. The night in the city is as noisy and impetuous as Qin An’s impression, but there are fewer tall buildings, the luxury of the cars is a little less, and the walking passers-by are still wearing the imprint of the times, which is far less pleasing to the eye than the diverse trends of urban fashion men and women more than ten years later.
Before Wang Hongqi could wake up, Qin An opened his eyes and barely identified the familiar and unfamiliar road, pointing Wang Hongqi a shortcut.
Wait, I'll go buy something.Qin An asked the car to pull aside and ran to an alley with a small dim light but a long line.
The fragrance of stinky tofu floats far away. It is called the mother-in-law of the Four Egyptians. She has a good skill in making stinky tofu and is well-known far and wide. This situation has not changed after more than ten years.
Four Egypt sells stinky tofu every day, and it only sells for a while, and it is limited every day.
But her taste is a masterpiece of the provincial capital, and she often appears on various food programs and entertainment news and variety shows.
Qin An knew that the master of Tongguan Kiln loved this, so he rushed over and lined up, and was afraid that it would be gone when it was his turn. He ran to the front and bought a seat with ten dollars with a child with a shameless attitude. The child took ten dollars and ran to the team to line up.
In most parts of China, there were not many people who paid attention to the spirit of queuing at this time, but it was not possible in the Four Egyptians. No one would sell him if he didn't line up or who was in line, so everyone was very conscious that Qin An bought a seat with money, which was not considered to be a queuing place, and did not disrupt the order. No one blamed him, but some people felt that the young man had a lot of pocket money and was very greedy.
Four Egypt, I will give me one hundred dollars!Qin An didn't know how much the stinky tofu from the four Egyptians cost at this time, and thought about giving it to the master.Just try to buy as much as possible.
The old and dark hair is still blue. The energetic four Egypt stared at her eyes, "You little kid, why are you buying so much stinky tofu?"It costs 100 yuan, and I don’t have to worry about being overwhelmed. I’ve sold it to you, what else can I eat?
For Ah, what do we eat?
Where can I buy stinky tofu for 100 yuan?
Eat Ah as a meal, you will be exhausted!
The few people behind Qin An suddenly became dissatisfied. The stinky tofu made in the four Egyptians every day was not sold for a total of 100 yuan.
How much does it cost?I bought less... Qin An was embarrassed to take back the 100-yuan bill. Many years later, this delicacy, which was almost included in cultural heritage, rose to three yuan per piece, and only about thirty yuan per piece. Later, it even rose to four or five yuan, but it was still in short supply.
One cent per dollar, each person can buy up to two yuan. This is the rule that cannot be broken.The four Egyptians shouted, "Would you like, hurry up, are the people behind you still waiting?"
Qin An had no choice but to buy two small oil paper bags, and the steaming fragrance and the spicy taste of chopped peppers were emitted, making Qin An salivate.
Qin An ran into the car, Wang Hongqi pinched his nose and opened the window, Bss, can you finish eating first and get in the car?
You taste it, it's delicious.Qin An handed the oil paper bag to Wang Hongqi.
Wang Hongqi hurriedly avoided, thank you, you can eat more yourself.
It smells smelly first and then smells fragrant, and it is the same as bitter first and then sweet.If Wang Hongqi doesn't eat, Qin Anle will be able to eat alone.
The car drove to the entrance of Tongguanyao Alley, Wang Hongqi and Qin An got out of the car, and Qin An carried a bag of oil paper.
Walking in the wet alley after the rain, the bluestone streets were scattered with water, the old lanterns were shaking in a broken way, the dragon on the black rotten eaves looked east, but in the dark night, it was like a dormant monster, coveting pedestrians on the road.
This area is also well preserved, and the ancient city in Xi'an is also very good.Wang Hongqi sighed that many places in China are building new cities.
It means destroying old cities without protection. Many old buildings that have been around for hundreds, or even hundreds, or thousands of years have been turned into ashes in urban construction.
Qin An was extremely familiar when he walked here.
When he first came here to learn art, the street was still the same. After two years, the government made great efforts to repair it, transforming it into a cultural pedestrian street, and it also became a tourist attraction, but it no longer had the original flavor of the ancient house.
Pushing open the entrance of the yard with the plaque of Zui Taoju, Qin An walked in. Under the incandescent lamp, a strong, slightly wide-body and fat master in his fifties was directing several students to make pottery.
The master's name is Yang Niangu, the last true successor of Lingnan Tongguan Kiln. He is also a professor at the School of Art of Xiangnan Normal University. This professor's name comes from his status in the domestic ceramic art industry, not because of how many professional papers he has written and how many contributions he has made in the industry. Like most traditional old artists, he is proficient in craftsmanship and does not have much thought to pursue fame and fortune.
Because of his relationship with Xiangnan Normal University, many art students have easily stepped into the door of Zui Taoju with the convenience and were able to get his guidance.
However, as far as Qin An knows, he is one of the other, and only two or three others are so exquisite that Yang Niangu is willing to teach his skills and find a new generation of successors to the Tongguan Kiln.
Smelling the familiar and greedy smell of the four Egyptian stinky tofu, Yang Niangu turned around. In the yard, under the light, on the stone slab, there was a young man smiling and holding a bag of oil paper. Behind him was a middle-aged man in a straight suit, with a tough figure and expressionless face, which looked like a bodyguard that often appeared on TV, with only a pair of sunglasses.
You are... Yang Niangu wiped his hands and walked out.
Master Yang, who has long been famous, comes to take a look... This is a gift for you.
Qin An handed him the stinky tofu, and you won’t accept anything you give away. You always like to eat stinky tofu, which is a gift that is light and affection.
You kid is really interesting. How could you say that giving something is a gift that is less than affection?
Yang Niangu laughed and thought this child was quite interesting.
After smelling the scent of stinky tofu, he said: What's the matter with you? Tell me.Yang Niangu often encounters a noble man who asks him to make a statue of a Bodhisattva to worship. His works are rarely circulated on the market. They are usually introduced by friends who have friendship and can only be pushed and made into pottery.
Yang Niangu thought about which friend this child must have been introduced by him. He probably had some background and identity, and his generous and natural demeanor did not look like ordinary children.
I would like to share with Master Yang some experience in the making of pottery techniques.Qin An followed Yang Niangu to the incandescent lamp and said this.
Several students who were concentrating on making pottery raised their heads and looked at Qin An in surprise.
After seeing clearly that Qin An was just a teenage child, their eyes gradually became exaggerated and disdainful. Where did the child Ah come from? Sharing his experiences with Master Yang?
This tone is a bit too big. It’s not a well-known figure in the domestic ceramic art industry. Who dares to say such things?
Don’t you always ask for advice as the opening remark?
Yang Niangu was also a little surprised. He chewed stinky tofu in his mouth, squinted his eyes and looked at Qin An, and laughed: Making pottery is not about making mud.
The students who were squatting while making pottery smiled secretly.
A child in his teenage years old wants to share his experience in making pottery techniques with Master Yang. He is really not qualified. Even if he is making mud, he is not as good as Master Yang's skillful hands.
Use artistic techniques and clay, use artistic techniques to pick clay, use artistic techniques to shape, and grasp the details with an artistic perspective... Then, so you can only get one step away from the real art to burn a kiln.Qin An remembered this sentence when he was studying with Yang Niangu, and he often said that he would make pottery like this?
Yang Niangu was so angry that he said this very well. Isn’t it art to do something to the extreme?
This child is not simple. Yang Niangu pointed to the works of his students. If you want to communicate, please give me some guidance on the works of these children.Yang Niangu wanted to try how many things there were in his stomach. He would not believe that children of this age could master any real techniques. At most, they only had excellent theoretical level. If there were elders who played with pottery at home, they would probably have learned some of the basics after learning.
It's unbearable, like a child playing with mud.Qin An glanced casually without showing any mercy.
Yang Niangu didn't say anything, but these students couldn't help it. They were all top students in the Department of Fine Arts of Xiangnan Normal University, although they were just a beginner in ceramic art.
But I also felt that I would not be so ridiculed by the child. A boy wearing a work hat stood up and snorted. This is playing with mud. You can show us what you can see.
Qin An had no good feelings for these so-called students. During the days when he followed Yang Niangu, he had never heard of Yang Niangu missing him.
I have praised these students from the university, but they have wasted a lot of Yang Niangu's best clay. I stayed in the Zui Tao Curie for a while. After walking out, I didn't learn any skills, but I used the reputation of Yang Niangu's successor, which has affected Yang Niangu's reputation to a greater or lesser extent.
Modern educational methods cannot carry forward the essence of traditional art, and these students do not really want to learn ceramics. As soon as Qin An entered the door, he could tell from their lazy eyes and perfunctory attitude.
I said, I am here to share my experience in making pottery techniques with Master Yang, not with you...you guys go play alone.Qin An walked to Yang Niangu's workbench, Master Yang, lend your place to use.
Can you use the teacher’s workbench?Don't make trouble!When the work hat comes over, it is about to push Qin An away.
Wang Hongqi put one hand on the shoulder of the work hat, and used a little force, and the work hat was grinning in pain. You...you...what are you doing?
Stay while staying.Wang Hongqi smiled slightly.
Yang Niangu was about to speak when he saw Qin An picking up the pottery knife and raising it, and drawing circles in the air. This was completely the technique of Tongguan Kiln. He suddenly felt a breakdown and did not blame Wang Hongqi, stopping his students who stood up indignation.
Qin An cut the mud, patted his palms lightly, put them in the jar, and used a spoon to pick some powder in the first row of clay pots. Suddenly, Master Yang, you know the rules.
Yang Niangu was stunned. This young man actually knew how to adjust mud.
Most pottery arts have the habit of adjusting clay. The humidity, softness and stickiness of clay are the most suitable, making pottery easily, and the pottery produced is vaguely echoing personal temperament. Some special clay-adjustment materials can even improve the quality of the pottery more than just one step.
The techniques and material ratio of mud are all secrets of ceramic art. Of course, outsiders cannot covet and watch. At this time, Yang Niangu no longer dared to underestimate Qin An. He directed the students to go out and was ready to go out.
Master Yang, what I mean is just to let them go out.I said I communicated with you, and you went out, who would I communicate with?This mud-tuning technique is inspired by your recent works, and you can give me some advice.Qin An was much more humble when the group of students went out. The person in front of him was his real teacher and a real artist he admired and admired.
When Qin An followed Yang Niangu, the reason why he was able to obtain some true teachings of Yang Niangu was that Qin An and Yang Niangu jointly restored a lost clay adjustment technique called blood-silk porcelain. This new technique perfectly copied the lost skills of the Tongguan Kiln, and truly passed on the techniques of the Tongguan Kiln from all over the country.
In addition to the reason why Yang Niangu's countless experiments were very close, it was because Qin An made a mistake and confused two ingredients, but in the end he got the embryo mud with excellent quality. The fired ceramics had a faint red light, which could be seen in the sun. Bloodlines could be seen swimming in the flowing sun, hence the name Bloodlines.
Yang Niangu was a little surprised. This young man didn't seem to be pretending, but who would let others watch the precious and valuable clay-tuning technique? It was extremely difficult to figure out this technique. I think that if a master like Yang Niangu, he could guess the proportion of materials by just reading it once.
Qin An took not much mud, and he mixed it quickly. While talking about the proportion with Yang Niangu in detail, he finished nine parts of the mud. Qin An asked Yang Niangu to try the feel.
This... Yang Niangu was surprised and happy. He knew very well what an amazing treasure would be like for porcelain made of this quality clay!
This kind of soft and hard feeling on the skin is greasy but not sticky, which is exactly the quality he has always pursued!
Which master’s personal disciple are you?Mr. Yang is very grateful!Yang Niangu lowered his head and was about to bow to Qin An.
Qin An dared not bear it. He half-kneeled and held Yang Niangu's arm to prevent him from bent down. He just didn't want this master who was obsessed with ceramics to waste too much time. In his impression, Yang Niangu spent twenty years in order to reproduce the blood-stained porcelain.
If you are willing, I will tell people when I go out in the future that I am a disciple of Master Yang.Qin An has always been impressed by the spirit of an old artist like Yang Niangu, and has become a disciple again, sincerely.
Then I can't ask for anything.Seeing that Qin An had been reluctant to explain the background of his family, Yang Niangu was curious. At this time, he didn't know that this was the blood-stained porcelain lost in the Tongguan Kiln, but he felt that it might be related to the blood-stained porcelain and could no longer contain his excitement.
Thank you, Master, and I will give you a teacher's ceremony another day.I will stay in the provincial capital for a few more days and I will make a piece of pottery at that time. I hope you can help me cook it with your own hands and watch the fire with patience. I really can't do it well.Qin An made a small request. Although he could make good mud embryos, firing was also an extremely technical task.
This experience is purely the accumulated water-melting skills, and it cannot be compensated by his memory and some prescient wisdom.
No problem... I also want to see your ability to make Tao.At this time, Yang Niangu did not underestimate Qin An.
Well, let me see you again next day.
Yang Niangu personally sent Qin An out. The students who were staying at the workshop were muttering, all of whom were dumbfounded and opened their mouths in surprise. When did they see Yang Niangu sending guests so enthusiastically?
Professor Yang, what is the origin of this child?The work hat was kneading Wang Hongqi's shoulder that was hurt when he grabbed it.
He was arrogant and looked amazing.Another student snorted, "Stupid!"
Yang Niangu glanced at a few students, looked at the taillights of the car that gradually disappeared at the intersection, and praised, "Successor of the Master, the style of a famous master!"
If it weren't for the successor of the master, how could it be so skillful at a young age? Is this kind of deed that he can't cherish himself without raising his hands to show off his secret skills?
Yang Niangu could not think of who Qin An had learned from, nor did he know that this master was himself.
Bss, you are the second freak I've ever seen.Wang Hongqi shook his head.
Since the first meeting, Qin An has brought him a sense of surprise, putting aside his calm and steady temperament.
His hands when he played with tea raised his hand from the half-meter-long pot, pouring the tea cup not a single point.
Not a single loss, even though Wang Hongqi has good hands and arms strength and has practiced the accurate shooting skills, he can't do this.
Wang Hongqi later asked if he had practiced this technique in particular. He could not reach this level for a year or two. A teenager was able to have such patience to do such things, which was enough to make Wang Hongqi feel inexplicably moved.
As for making pottery, Wang Hongqi would not understand that this can be played by playing with mud, and he has never seen him do such things on weekdays. Where did he learn it?
Who was the first freak you've ever seen?Qin An didn't mind Wang Hongqi describing him like this, but was curious about this question.
Wang Hongqi shrugged and told you that you don’t know each other either.
Freaks were everywhere, and Wang Hongqi only saw two of them. They had too little knowledge. Qin An did not ask any further. Looking at the lights outside the car, the car stopped in front of the hotel.
Santana is also a good car in the provincial capital. The price of 200,000 yuan is worthy of the word luxury in the eyes of ordinary people. Wang Hongqi ran out of the car and opened the door for Qin An, but this attitude was even more eye-catching.
Qin An was stunned for a moment, and Wang Hongqi opened the door. Qin An woke up in a daze and walked into the hotel with Wang Hongqi.
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