The old man approached and looked at the various shapes of porcelain that He Chang was making with his hands, as well as the shaping machine that he could keep turning without plugging in electricity on the ground.

With a look of shock on his face, he looked at him in the eyes and was shocked.

Anyone who plays with art, if he really loves it.

Then he is bound to have some vision in his own field, and he is quite demanding on art, and his mind is even more loving and pious.

The old man is this kind of person, he stood aside, watching He Chang making porcelain, for fear of disturbing him, and even his breathing seemed very slight.

He looked at He Changzai's skillful kneading skills, as well as the dazzling and dizzying knife work.

The more I look at it, the more I feel ashamed and breathtaking.

While kneading porcelain, He Chang thought to himself that these porcelains alone can only attract some people who are interested in this aspect to come and admire, which is far from enough.

He wants to attract people from all walks of life in society, who are of all religions and nine streams, and who have the pursuit of beauty.

So, I made some more flower pots, ready to wait for this batch of porcelain to be successfully fired.

Then buy some bamboo seeds and flower seeds from Xu Xing.

Give birth!

Build a bamboo house with some flower bonsai inside, creating a paradise, a fascinating and pure place.

For people to enjoy, play.

Gradually, the old man shifted his gaze from He Chang's production skills and molding machine to the cave on the side.

For a moment, my jaw was about to fall off, and I couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

", what's the situation, there is no fire in this cave, and some stones are used to fire porcelain!"

The old man stretched out his hand to the cave and probed carefully, and as soon as he reached the entrance of the cave, he was scalded back by the scorching temperature, put it in his mouth and sucked it.

He Changzai smiled indifferently, "Fortunately, you didn't put your hand directly into it, otherwise, your hand would definitely be familiar!"

The old man looked at He Chang with a surprised expression, and said with a hint of doubt: "Why are you okay?"

He Chang thought to himself that I was a master of the realm of knowledge, and I could use my true qi to isolate the temperature the moment I entered the cave with my hand, so I was naturally not afraid of heat.

However, he didn't explain too much to the old man, and smiled mysteriously, "Because we are different!"

After that, He Changzai didn't bother with the old man anymore, and continued to knead porcelain and carve some pictures on it.

The old man didn't say anything about what he was always there, and he didn't delve into it.

As an ancestral inheritance, he is a rare kiln master in modern times, and he can be said to have no choice about the craftsmanship of He Chang in making porcelain.

Now I just stare at the cave, looking forward to what is burned inside, and what kind of condition it is.

......

Time flies by like a white horse.

Gradually, from daylight to dusk.

Murong pinched the ground, and there were many villains, with different postures and appearances.

The first batch of porcelain that He Chang was firing came out one by one and was cooled naturally by him on a board made of mountain wood.

The old man looked at the different shapes in front of him, which were exquisitely decorated, azure color, pure as jade, bright and lush, with a kind of elegant and elegant beauty of plates, bowls, bottles, washes, respects, flower pots and other items.

His eyes flickered, he couldn't put it down, and with an excited face, he exclaimed:

"Ru kiln, these turned out to be Ru kiln porcelain, isn't this process lost, how can someone still fire, it's incredible!"

He Chang bought the book of ceramic skills, which only described some ancient ceramic firing techniques, and did not mention too much about other things, looked at the old man, and asked:

"This Ru kiln is not difficult to make, how can it be lost?"

When the old man heard what He Chang said in his mouth, it was not difficult to make three words, and his heart couldn't help but twitch.

After being stunned for a moment, he spoke:

"Because the Ru kiln is in the Song Dynasty, it has been burned for more than 800 years, and the process is lost. It can be said that Ru kiln is the most difficult to imitate, even if it is a master of counterfeiting, he can't make the charm of this kind of thing!"

He Chang looked at the old man with a hint of playfulness on his face, and said with a smile:

"Look at what I've fired!"

The old man stared at the exquisite porcelain that He Chang was making, and muttered:

Legend has it that Huizong once had a dream that after a heavy rain, there was a mysterious azure color in the distant sky where the clouds broke through, which was particularly fascinating.

After waking up, he wrote a poem, and the rain passed through the blue clouds.

Little brother, you porcelain, the glaze is moist, elegant and pure. Whether it is a fragrant gray tire with a light purple color can be seen from the edge, or it is soft and pleasant with a slight crab claw pattern.

They all have the characteristics of being god-like, which is enough to confuse the real with the fake.

He Changzai took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and smoked it, smacked his lips, and asked:

"Do you know, old sir, what the value of these things is!"

The old man spoke:

The "five famous kilns" of the Song Dynasty, Ru, Guan, Ge, Jun, Ding, this order is not chaotic, Ru kiln is ranked in the front, it can be seen that its artistic value is high.

As the saying goes, even if you have a lot of wealth, it is not as good as a piece of Ru porcelain, and there are only 67 pieces of Ru porcelain registered in major museums around the world.

Although there should be among the people, there are only not many.

Every piece of Ru porcelain is worth hundreds of millions, little brother, if you take out this thing, it will definitely cause a sensation at home and abroad.

He Chang didn't do much in this batch, about 50 pieces.

Prepare to do it here today, come back tomorrow, make some pots, and create the clean place of your imagination.

So, he took Murong and began to move these cooled porcelains to the wooden house where Han Shuang lived.

"Little girl, be careful, run slower, this thing is very valuable!"

The old man looked at Murong with a porcelain bowl in one hand and a bottle in the other, which made his heart tremble, for fear that she would break this thing.

When He Chang called Han Shuang, the group was almost able to carry things, and there were almost a few pieces.

The old man couldn't bear his temperament anymore, rubbed his hands, looked at He Changzai, his face turned red, like a big girl on a blind date, and said a little shyly:

"Little brother, I want to buy a piece of your porcelain, I don't know if I can do it!"

He Changzai smacked his lips, thought slightly, and said, "I'm going to pack up my things and go back today, if you want to buy them, come over tomorrow!"

"Okay, little brother, it's a promise, it's not too early, I should go back!"

The old man originally thought that he would excuse himself, but he didn't expect him to agree to the matter, and he was so happy that he turned around and went down the mountain.

"Han Shuang, you have to keep these things, they are worth the old nose money, what do you want when the time comes, I'll give you one!"

After He Chang put the tools on the ground into the wooden house, he said a word to Han Shuang, who had a cold face, and took Murong down the mountain as well.