"Can we do a good job of transforming a village in this way and influencing the fate of those people?"

Coming out of the girl's house, walking back, on the mountain road, Banxia suddenly stopped and asked Jutong. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This question is very heavy, but it is a question that weighs on the hearts of many people in the Jingtong team.

Hearing this, Jue Tong stopped and became cautious.

After pondering for a long time, he replied contemplatingly: "I'm honestly afraid, but it's better to do it than not to do it well." ”

Banxia nodded, very satisfied with Jue Tong's answer.

Because it is not for the sake of fame, money, or the satisfaction that can affect the fate of thousands of people...

It is the original intention of Chinese designers.

At this moment, Jue Tong suddenly noticed that someone was looking at them not far away, and he was a little surprised when he looked over.

Because it was a very young figure, and he looked like he was in his twenties.

Such young people are very rare in Banwan Village, because most of the young people of school age go out to work.

The young man was wearing an ordinary white sweatshirt that was not woven in the village, but his appearance and temperament were similar to those of the young man in the city.

The young man glanced at Banxia shyly, and felt that this girl was really good-looking, but her temperament seemed a little cold and rejected people.

When facing Jutong and the girl Shu Ting, or facing other people, Banxia's temperament is always diametrically opposed.

"Hello Designer Bai."

The young man shouted to Jue Tong with some respect.

He is the only college student in the village in recent years, and he has an understanding of the outside world and the Internet, and he deeply knows the energy of the young man in front of him, who is not a few years older than himself.

Standing in front of Jue Tong, he unconsciously became a head shorter.

"Hello, there aren't many people in the village as big as you."

Jue Tong asked softly.

"My name is He Biao."

"Shortly after graduating from university, I returned to my hometown and wanted to do something in my hometown."

The young man scratched his head, looking a little ashamed and lonely when he said this.

When she heard this, she asked with some interest, "Are you doing anything now?" ”

"Not yet, I haven't been able to find my way since I came back."

"After a while, I'm going to go out to work."

"What did you study in college?"

"Graduated from Jingdezhen Porcelain School and learned pottery..."

One question and one answer, the deeper and narrower the direction of the question, I don't know what I thought, my expression became serious, and my tone became a little serious.

The young man He Biao replied honestly.

"I don't know, am I lucky enough to be able to sit at your house?"

After a general understanding, Jue Tong asked instead.

A village must not only have its form, but also its gods.

So what is the god of the village?

Jue Tong believes that it is his traditional cultural form, which is the customs and skills on the non-material level...

He has been searching these days, hoping to find the 'god' of the Buyi village.

Textile, winemaking, cloth opera, these are the first three he found.

Now, he thinks he may have discovered a fourth 'god', the Buyi pottery-making process.

He Biao didn't know why this famous designer was so interested in him as an unremarkable college student, so he didn't dare to make a decision, so he hurriedly agreed.

On the way to He Biao's house, Jue Tong called Zuo Chao and asked him to come with him and ask him about something.

He Biao's house is a traditional stilted building, with layers of sloping roofs that conform to the undulating mountain.

"Designer Bai, please come in."

opened the door and made a gesture of invitation to Jue Tong, but he didn't expect that Jue Tong didn't mean to enter the door at all, but stood outside the door and looked around.

Jue Tong's expression was very focused, and after looking at it for a while, he began to circle around the outside of the room.

"What's that over there?"

Pointing to an area on the side of the house, she asked.

"That's an abandoned digester."

Nodding his head in understanding, pondering in his heart.

"Boss, are you looking for me?"

At this time, Zuo Chao, a big man with a Chinese character face and dark skin, trotted over.

He was very strong, and standing in front of people could instantly block a large piece of sunlight.

"Zuo Chao, do you know anything about this clay pottery kiln?"

Zuo Chao's family is a craftsman, and he has a high attainment in these old crafts.

"Understand, boss, what do you want to ask?"

The sound of the urn and the sound of the urn followed the answer.

"Look at this part of the abandoned digester."

Pointing to the area on the side of the house, he asked, "Can you dig down here and make a pottery kiln?" ”

When the words fell, Jue Tong gestured with his hand, and asked one after another:

"The inlet and outlet of the clay kiln should be the diameter, facing each other."

"If this is the inlet, expand it into a chimney..."

"This is the outlet, transform it into a kiln door..."

"When the kiln door is sealed, leave him a firewood opening..."

"Do you think there's anything wrong with these changes?"

When Zuo Chao heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, and he took a few steps closer, measuring and observing at the same time.

The two completely entered a state of discussion, ignoring Feng Biao on one side.

Next to him, Feng Biao didn't understand what Jue Tong was going to do at first, but it could be seen that he was gesturing again, and he was asking the black-faced man again, and when he said something 'clay pottery kiln' in his mouth from time to time, his dry mouth swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

His heart pounded suddenly, and his whole body became nervous.

He had a thought that he felt was pie in the sky, and he didn't dare to breathe more, and listened carefully.

"Boss, yes!"

"No problem, you can make a clay kiln here."

At this time, Zuo Chao also gave the answer.

Hearing this answer, Feng Biao couldn't hide his ecstasy, and looked at Juetong carefully.

"Well, then I see."

"You still have the skill of making clay pottery kilns, right?"

"Yes, boss, don't worry!"

"Okay, I'm sorry for you, let's go rest."

After a few words of conversation, Jue Tong found a stone and sat half-sitting, and then took out a notebook and a pen.

Turning the blank page, I began to sketch while looking at the house in front of me.

Banxia quietly stood behind Jue Tong, and Feng Biao also walked over nervously, his steps lighter than the cat.

Feng Biao could see the content of the painting at a glance, which was his family's house.

But then, it's different.

On the side of his house, an extension suddenly appeared, and the extension was still a sloping roof, and this new sloping roof not only did not have a sense of abruptness, but gave the whole old house a strange sense of dynamics.

A chimney protrudes from the top of the slope of the extension, and under the top of the slope is a traditional beam and column element that is exposed.

Below is the exposed clay kiln!

When one page is finished, turn the other side.

The dove began to sketch out the specific plan of the clay kiln...

"Designer Bai, what are you..."

Feng Biao's voice trembled and asked.

"Feng Biao, do you have any plans to start a business?"

As soon as the clear voice of the dove Tong sounded, Feng Biao's whole person seemed to be electrocuted, he knew that he was really hit by a pie in the sky, and nodded desperately.

It is an indispensable part of the preparation of this clay kiln into the overall planning system of the village.

In the future, the clay pottery of the Buyi nationality will be made here, which can be experienced by tourists, can be sold in Xinzhai and sold on the Internet...

Banxia watched quietly, did not speak, and smiled, even she could feel the joy in the hearts of the young man beside her.