A few days later.

Wang Enze and Huang Baifan were finally discharged from the hospital.

In the past half a month, the old friends have sold 17 pieces of ice ornaments, three-color pottery glaze and blue and white porcelain, and there are countless of them, with a turnover of nearly 10 million!

Of course.

According to the meaning of the people's livelihood, now the old friend's residence is rented to Jiang Lingyun, so no matter how much the things in the Jianbao Pavilion are sold, he will not take a penny.

As a result...

This turnover of nearly 10 million can almost be regarded as pure profit.

The situation is very good.

In Wang Village, south of Anshi, a tattered Songhua River stopped on the side of the road.

"Slow down. ”

Jiang Lingyun got out of the car, went around to the passenger seat, and helped Wang Enze down.

"Hey!"

Wang Enze grinned.

"What's polite with me?"

"It's not that the legs and feet are inconvenient, will you go in and stay?"

Jiang Lingyun nodded, and the two of them walked along the road towards the village, and Wang Enze's own kiln quickly passed by.

Soon, a village appeared in front of me.

The brick houses are scattered with mud walls and gray tiles, which can be lived in or used as caves.

Many villagers are busy inside and outside, because they are busy firing kilns and glazing, their faces are stained with mud and paint, mixed with hot sweat.

There aren't many people.

"Brother Wang?"

Noticing Jiang Lingyun and the others, several villagers were first surprised, and then ecstatic.

"Brother Wang has been discharged from the hospital!"

"Brother Wang, how do you feel?"

With tears in his eyes, Wang Enze hugged the villagers who came up tightly!

"I..."

"I'm fine, fine. ”

Jiang Lingyun sighed secretly.

Wang Enze is the backbone of Wang Village, and this time such a big thing happened, it had a great impact on the villagers.

They followed the crowd into the nearest kiln, where a child was burning, and the temperature was so high that he was drenched in sweat.

"Silly dolls. ”

Wang Enze shook his head, pushed the child aside, and reached out to take out a few sticks of firewood.

The fire subsided, and there was a clicking sound in the kiln.

"The kiln is not a kang, it can't be as hot as possible, you know?"

He crouched on the ground and looked up to teach the child.

"Listen to it. ”

"This temperature is the most suitable. ”

Surrounded by so many people, the child's face was red and hesitant.

"Got it, got it..."

Wang Enze laughed and scolded again, raised his head and swept into the house.

Immediately the eyes lit up!

"That blue and white porcelain hasn't been glazed yet?"

"Just let me try!"

The villagers hesitated slightly, and wanted to say something many times, but when the words came to their lips, they looked at each other and swallowed them back to their stomachs.

Wangcun glaze is glazed, using the "glaze blowing" method, which requires a high level of experience from the master.

Wang Enze stepped forward and picked up the glazed pot.

Generally speaking, blowing glaze should first find a billet tire to try, otherwise the thickness and level of the glaze are not easy to grasp. However, Wang Enze is too skilled, and there was no need for this in the past.

The same is true today.

He didn't even change his clothes, he held the glazed pot, the mouth of the pot was aimed at the body, and he turned the wheel under the body, and he opened his mouth to blow.

Call!

As soon as I took a bite, the wet glaze was sprayed on the body, and it was visibly thicker with the naked eye.

Wang Enze popped and fell to the ground!

"Brother Wang!"

The villagers immediately became anxious and hurriedly stepped forward to help him up.

"I, I'm fine..."

Wang Enze pushed away the villagers who gathered around.

said so, but his face was very ugly.

Blowing glaze seems to have nothing to do with hands, but in actual operation, the most basic thing is "hand stability".

The hand is unsteady, the wet glaze is sprayed on the body, and it is directly messed up!

"What..."

"It's a bit of a hand, come on!"

Wang Enze stuffed the glazed pot indiscriminately to others, pulled out his legs and rushed out of the tiled house, the villagers opened their mouths, but no one dared to speak.

This kind of thing...

Let him calm and calm himself!

Village.

Wang Enze sat on a big rock, smoking cigarettes one after another, and his heart was not good.

What to do?

Glazing is laborious, and carving, painting, etc., is even more impossible!

Jiang Lingyun stood silently aside.

Prior to this, Wang Enze had been judged by the city, a municipal art master, and he would definitely have higher achievements in the future.

But...

Both hands are broken, and even if they are reconnected, it is impossible to recover freely.

Jiang Lingyun's heart was extremely painful!

"If it weren't for me, Master Wang wouldn't have become like this. ”

"What's even more sad is Anin!"

"Even if you put on a prosthetic eye, but in this life... Everything you see can't be clear..."

He clenched his fists!

I silently swore in my heart that if there was really a cure in the ancient medical scriptures, then no matter what, I must find it out for Wang Enze!

"Hey..."

Wang Enze, who had always been silent, threw away his cigarette butt at this time and stood up with a sigh.

"Brother Jiang, thank you for helping me take over. ”

"Otherwise..."

Jiang Lingyun hurriedly shook his head, feeling sorry in his heart, it was really hard to say.

But.

Wang Enze's words changed.

"I'll show you something!"

As he spoke, he pointed to his own earthen kiln and walked over quickly.

When the two came to the earthen kiln, Wang Enze did not go in, but went to the back of the house, opened the cellar door, and skillfully took out a thing.

It's amazing...

"Han bottle?"

Jiang Lingyun's heart was shocked, and at this moment, he had opened his perspective eye and looked at it carefully inside and out.

You can't go wrong...

This is a Song Dynasty thing!

"Look!"

Wang Enze grinned and put it on the ground, very proud.

"It's from my ancestors, and I don't see what it is. ”

"Brother Jiang, thanks to you for helping me take over, I don't have any other skills, if I don't have these hands, I won't know how to live for the rest of my life..."

"If you don't dislike it, take it!"

Jiang Lingyun was stunned!

This Han bottle, from the Song Dynasty Wang kiln, is still well preserved to this day, and it is absolutely valuable. And...

Something is a good thing, but he can't take it.

"Master Wang. ”

Jiang Lingyun was righteous and immediately refused!

"Since it's a family heirloom, you can keep it. ”

Wang Enze's eyes widened: "Brother Jiang, what do you mean?"

For him.

Giving something to someone else but being rejected is rejected, this has to be said, where does his old face go?

"You're mistaken. ”

Jiang Lingyun shook his head.

looked at the Han bottle on the ground, and said leisurely.

In the early years of the Southern Song Dynasty, the Yuejia army marched to fight and fight against the Jinren, relying on the Han bottle, drawing water and holding water. ”

In the tombs of the Song Dynasty, it is often accompanied by the unearthing of Han bottles.

The reason why it is called "Han bottle" is because this kind of water container was originally fired by the villagers of Wangyao for Han Shizhong, a famous anti-gold general.

Speaking of which.

Jiang Lingyun hesitated.

"Master Wang, there are a lot of words engraved in this Korean bottle..."

"Have you seen it?"

"What?"

Wang Enze was stunned: "There are words in it, what words?"

Really!

Jiang Lingyun immediately understood.

If Wang Enze knew that this Han bottle was engraved with the ancestor's handwriting, it would be impossible to give it away.

"It's engraved..."

He wasn't trying to hide it.

Now 1510, I read those small words again.

Is that...

The ancient method of firing the Korean bottle of the king kiln!

If you are not mistaken, the ancient king kiln of the first Southern Song Dynasty and the Han bottle was fired has a lot to do with Wang Enze.