After putting the fish root, the four children of Ma Dan were quite conscientious, so they went to work and began to look at the fish root, Liang Chuan didn't care, if anyone needed this fish, just take it, don't just hold the psychology of being greedy for nothing and getting cheap. It's even better to be able to help others with their difficulties.

Catching fish is an entertaining thing in itself, and it ends on a whim. The water and grass in Nanxi are abundant, and so many fish in the river look at people's hearts, and it is also accidental to catch them and let everyone make up for their bodies. If the daily income of this fish is still good, you can consider placing a large piece of fish and starting an industry.

A few children watched quietly, Liang Chuan didn't stay, he came to Fengshan, Li Erhua's craft is now alone, Yang Xiu's family craft he has always wanted to see! Sichuan's kimchi, think about drinking some wine in the future, there is something to drink, such a crisp and delicious thing, Liang Chuan's saliva can't stop flowing out.

Liang Chuan remembered the guy who slept on the top bunk back then, and after graduation, he went to Guangdong for two years, but he didn't make a name for himself, and finally returned to Sichuan. The two of them have always been marginal figures in the class in college, but the two difficult brothers are the kind of masters who do not admit defeat, and the two of them have a lot of foreign appearances. After graduating, every time I think about it, the two of them are embarrassed on the phone, and they always pick up something from the past to tease each other.

Liang Chuan can't remember how many kimchi this buddy brought over from his hometown, when the two of them have no money, they go to the cafeteria to make a bowl of cheap rice, there are no side dishes, no soup, and the two of them can suffer many meals with kimchi. The sour kimchi sometimes feels more fragrant than the cafeteria dishes, and it has a homely taste.

Because he likes to eat, Liang Chuan will also ask his classmates for advice on how to make such delicious kimchi. This is not a trade secret anyway, but the classmate said it very happily, and poured all the beans to Liang Chuan.

Fengshan does not make a living in pottery jars, at most one water tank in each family, and a better one rice tank, even so, the business is not easy to do. A cylinder can be used for decades, and if it is broken, it can be repaired by the hoop potsmith, rather than just throwing it away. In Fengshan, if you see whether this line of food is popular, it depends on whether the Zheng family has opened a store, and if you don't open a store, there is no business at all.

Liang Chuan looked for an afternoon, asked a lot of villagers shook their heads, Liang Chuan asked until Xinghua, someone pointed him in a direction, there is a pottery pot shop in Xiayuan, it may not be easy to find, and now this point may be dark.

Xiayuan, like Fengshan, is a township under the jurisdiction of Xinghua County. It is more remote than Fengshan, located in the upper reaches of Nanxi, and you have to pass through Xinghua County first from Fengshan. The difference between the two townships is that the people here are poorer than Fengshan, and the folk customs are more fierce than Fengshan. The government of Xinghua is very strange, Fengshan is a rich township, and Xiayuan is so poor that he has to eat tree bark, but he can still collect a lot of taxes from here every year.

Liangchuan crossed the county seat and walked along the riverside path, and a South River fed all the people of Xinghua. The water here is getting clearer and more rapid, the river is narrowing, and there are more and more exposed rocks on the riverbed. Thousands of years of grinding and chiseling can create today's geological landform.

As soon as Liang Chuan stepped into the boundary of this Xia Yuan, the villagers here looked at Liang Chuan with a little bad intentions. Fortunately, Liang Chuan always has a harmless face, and he doesn't have any sharp weapons on his body, and he has a good expression on his face when he sees everyone, and then politely asks people about the location of the pottery jar shop.

Xiayuan pottery jar is still quite famous, because Xiayuan here produces a kind of soft clay with high viscosity, strong plasticity, the texture is very delicate, it belongs to loess, it is specially used to make pottery jars have unique advantages, and make the county has the breathability of pottery, and has a trace of porcelain toughness, which can be described as unique. In addition, it is located in a mountain forest, so it takes a lot of wood to dig a kiln and burn a tank, and it is also very convenient to get water.

I knew that I would have brought He Baozheng over, this old boy has been busy in the field for the past few days, and he is waiting for a spring rain to help him water the crops in the field so that he can smoke the buds, but Hengjian waited and waited, but there was no sign of rain. People are also becoming more and more worried that planting crops on the north bank of Nanxi is a headache, and seeing that water is in front of them, they just can't get it. I can only carry buckets to the stream, and those who are far away can't water their own land after a day of exhaustion.

The houses in this place are more and more broken the further you go, and many of the grass houses that are tired of dirt and bricks have cracks, and some of the cracks are so big that people look a little shocking. The land here is even poorer than that of Fengshan, and there are only dry land on the mountain, and the crops have not yet emerged.

"Brother, may I ask if there is a pottery jar for sale here, that kind of big jar?" Liang Chuan asked an old farmer who was a little older.

The old farmer didn't see what he was doing, but he was so busy that he didn't even raise his eyelids, and said, "Go back by the stream, Yaoxia Village." ”

Finally a little eyebrows, "Thank you, brother." ”

Liang Chuan continued to walk along the riverbank, but the more he walked, the more he felt wrong, it stands to reason that this kind of village that relies on craftsmanship to eat should be okay, how to go back, the more the village gives people a desolate and dilapidated atmosphere. The exposed yellow mud on the mountain is becoming clearer and clearer, which is really different from the common red soil in Xinghua.

On the side of the road, first one, then two, then three, then more and more clay jars appeared next to the run, and then dozens or hundreds of clay jars lay quietly beside the stream, on the roadside, at the foot of the mountain. The black-brown glaze on the walls of the tank shines brightly in the sun, as if telling the ancient atmosphere of this ancient village's handicraft. The clay jars scattered on the side of the road are all broken, and the degree of damage is still very serious.

There is a boundary stone on the side of the road, on which are written two large characters under the kiln.

At the entrance of the village, you can see a workshop in Liangchuan. The workshop was so dilapidated that it looked like it was about to collapse, and the old bamboos that supported it were shiny with oil, and there seemed to be small plants taking root in the thatching pile between the thatched ones.

Four or five men buried their heads in the workshop doing handicrafts, each wrapped in a thick layer of mud, if you sit quietly in the workshop, you don't know that you think it is a clay sculpture. There are old and young, and there are a few women, and the scale of this workshop seems to be quite large.

Seeing Liang Chuan coming, all the people in the workshop were indifferent, and they didn't even have the passion to do business. Liang Chuan looked at the work in their hands for a long time before coming back to his senses, although they have no passion for doing business, but they really don't blow the seriousness of this work, every time they hit those clays, they fell down hard, and then rubbed hard, and they would never grind foreign workers.

Liang Chuan was afraid of disturbing their work, so he shouted in a low voice: "The shopkeeper is here, I want to buy a cylinder." ”

"Brother Jin, someone has bought a cylinder." A woman, who was sitting on a chair coiling mud strips, built the mud strips in a circle, heard Liang Chuan asking, and shouted in her throat, ho, that middle air is really enough, and Liang Chuan's eardrums rattled.

A young man suddenly came out of a thatched hut next to the workshop, very young, different from other cylinder masters, this young man was much more energetic, and when he saw Liang Chuan, he was even more affectionate, and ran over with a pair of rag shoes.

"Little brother wants to buy a cylinder? What style do you want, go, and see it in the back of the drying field. ”

Liang Chuan followed behind the thatched hut, there was a wide open space, neatly stacked with dozens of cylinders, some large and some small, some glazed, shining in the sun, some have not been glazed, but the bare jar looks like a porcelain jar.

"Na, all the tanks we made are here, what kind of little brother do you want to pick by yourself."

"Are you the owner?" Liang Chuan asked curiously.

"yes, just call me Lao Jin." Lao Jin said modestly, the young man's name is Lao Jin, but he doesn't look much older than himself, and people in this era usually age very quickly because of their long-term heavy work, and they look young, that is, they are really young.

Liang Chuan couldn't help but look at Lao Jin's face a few more times, this kid is probably not much older than himself. said: "You're not too old, why are you still called old." ”

Lao Jin grinned and smiled embarrassedly: "We don't talk about size, we talk about seniority, the seniority of this craft, our family's seniority is the largest, and I am also in charge of this cylinder kiln." So they either call me Brother Jin or Lao Jin. ”

"I see, why doesn't your business seem to be very hot."

"That's no way, it's getting worse and worse every year, the new official family is here, saying that it has been implementing benevolent government, the people will live a good life, everyone goes outside to beg for a living, I feel that this business is not as good as before."

"What's the reason?" Liang Chuanman asked.

"Our craftsmanship is passed down from generation to generation, we are in the quiet pottery workshop year after year to fall mud, knead mud, wire rod, trim, dry, glaze, firing, the days look very comfortable, but this line of work is not only dexterous hands but also great patience, made not as beautiful as porcelain, do this line of work is not easier than farming, year after year, our village is so a few broken kilns, used to be called kiln village, originally made jars, and then refused to do, Now there are not many young people who rely on this kiln to eat, except for these older generations. ”

Speaking of this, this young craftsman seems to be bothering their industry: "It is said that it is now a peaceful and prosperous era, and young people have gone to the rich and noble areas of Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Bianliang, who is willing to stay in this deep mountain to learn this unproductive work." ”

Liang Chuan said: "That can't be said either, the work of the ancestors can't be wasted casually, and it's worthless now, if it's done well, it's passed down from generation to generation, and there won't be no people who know the goods." ”