"Porcelain work pays attention to uniqueness, uniqueness, novelty and strangeness."

Standing in the middle of the workshop, Zhao Dufang began a day of pre-work training, although Zhao Fangdu does not need to work, but is responsible for the quality of a kiln, it seems to be very easy, in fact, I heard other craftsmen say that the workshop is not good and is punished more severely than ordinary craftsmen.

"The so-called blue as the sky, the face as jade, the cicada wing pattern, the morning star thin, sesame nails, glaze wrapped feet, these are the processes under my workshop, if anyone can't do it, just go home and plow the ground for me as soon as possible."

Zhao Fangdu's eyes glanced at Fan Ming's direction intentionally or unintentionally while reprimanding, these were all in his eyes, he knew that Zhao Fangdu was using the name of training to warn him, a newcomer, to settle down, and he didn't know if this Zhao Dufang had anything to do with Chen Qichang, but at the moment these were not something he could consider.

The only thought in his mind now is to do his part in a down-to-earth manner, save more capital, prepare for future business, and if possible, make a name for himself by the way.

"Alright, let's get started." At this time, Zhao Fang was very simple, and after leaving this sentence, he went into the kiln alone.

Fan Ming estimated that he should be checking the fineness of the fired porcelain.

After Zhao Dufang's order, the atmosphere on the porcelain kiln suddenly became lively, and the trumpets that sounded from time to time made people's hearts warm.

It is no wonder that there is no impetuousness in this era, there is just that simple attitude to life, to be able to eat and dress warmly is the happiest thing in life, compared to other farmers, the porcelain kiln work in ten miles and eight towns are regarded as supporting the people of the door.

Fan Ming was about to start work, and when he saw that the little guy who started to lead him in was still standing aside, he said, "You go to work, I'm almost here!" ”

The little servant saluted respectfully, "Master, Dufang will let me follow you in the future, if you have anything to do, just ask!" ”

Fan Ming nodded, knowing that this is the rule of the kiln, every craftsman must bring an apprentice, by the way, although he is not a master, but he is no exception, carefully looked at the little guy in front of him, the slightly green face is still full of dirt, at first glance he is an honest child, he can't help but feel a sense of pity in his heart, and asked softly: "What's your name?" ”

"Three piers."

"How old are you?"

"Thirteen."

"Follow me in the future, be smart, talk less and do more...... Poor kid! He didn't say the last sentence, but sighed in his heart, and while saying these words he had forgotten that he was only an adult.

"Well, I saved it, my mother taught me!" Santun nodded seriously, there was perseverance in his black eyes, Fan Ming sighed in his heart, such a young child is going to come out to beg for a living, compared to those children born in the golden nest in later generations, they are a lot more sensible, maybe the progress of mankind is also a kind of regression.

Embryo painting is a technical job, but also a delicate job, the first time to get started with Fan Ming, it is inevitable that he is a little rusty.

There were a few times when the strength was not well controlled, and the undried embryos were directly broken, and the three duns who saw the helpers on the side were all shocked.

Fortunately, embryo painting is the most basic outline painting art, and there is an opportunity to rework, plus Santun, this kid is also very clever, and quietly sent the embryo mud back to the porcelain blank workshop to be destroyed.

Of course, all this was done behind Zhao Dufang's back.

Fortunately, Fan Ming has been very patient since he was a child, doing things in a down-to-earth manner, practice makes perfect, and Fan Ming is not without goods in his stomach, after some running-in, he gradually got up easily, although he was not as fast as those old craftsmen, he also drew four small porcelain embryos in a day.

Finally waiting for the moment to call it a day, Fan Ming exhaled heavily.

I thought it would be easier to be a craftsman, but I didn't expect that the pressure was greater than that of doing labor, and the workload was not necessarily less.

After beckoning Sandunzi home, he couldn't wait to go around the mountain road back home, he was worried about the four treasures of the study at home, he had not read for a long time, once he picked it up again, there was an urge from the bottom of his heart, perhaps it was a habit he had developed since childhood, once he decided that he would not be able to stop.

At home, Fan Qin's family still made dinner and waited for his return, just like thousands of mothers, she would only feel very satisfied when her son ate a big meal.

And in Zhang Wan'er's body, Fan Ming felt another different kind of concern, but he didn't dare to think about it.

After finishing dinner in a warm atmosphere, Fan Ming started his homework again, first silently recited the "Kindergarten Text" in his heart, and after feeling that he had memorized it all, he opened the "Thousand Character Text".

Compared with the "Kindergarten Essay", although the thousand-character text is composed of a total of 250 four-character short sentences rhyming at intervals, and the whole article is not repeated word for word, it is more esoteric, and each sentence has its origin.

"Heaven and earth, Xuanhuang universe, flood wilderness, sun and moon, sun, sun, Chen, and Chen, Zhang Han, summer and autumn, winter and winter; The leap is more than the age of the law, Lu tunes the sun, the clouds are rising, the rain and dew are frosted, the gold is born, the water is jade, and the Kungang is out; The sword number is called the luminous fruit treasure, Li Zhicai, heavy mustard, ginger, sea salty river, light scales, and diving feathers. With the reading of the text, Fan Ming's head involuntarily shook with it, and he felt wrong for a while, and couldn't help but laugh, no wonder the impression of the older generation of literati always shook their heads when they read books, it seems that this ancient text has to be shaken and recited to be tasteful.

Unconsciously, when the time came to night again, Fan Qin and Zhang Wan'er had already fallen asleep, Fan Ming closed the book, and planned to practice calligraphy for a while before going to sleep.

Early the next morning, Fan Ming came to work on the kiln as usual, and saw that Sandunzi had already packed up his things and was waiting for him in the workshop, he felt heavy in his heart again, with the rules of the craftsman's industry, one day as a teacher, and a lifelong teacher, that is to say, if nothing else, he will be responsible for the livelihood of this little guy in the future.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly again, now he hasn't even solved his own food and clothing problem, and he has to take care of the future of others, which is really too difficult for a strong man.

With the experience of the first day, he will not be so rusty when he starts to do embryo painting today, plus his own foundation is still there, the focus of gongbi painting is the structure, while painting he also secretly carefully studied the brushwork of other craftsmen, combined with some modern painting methods, and gradually began to have some feelings, and the embryo painting painted by himself felt obviously up a grade.

When he was immersed in the joy of finding embryo painting skills, Sandunzi whispered in his ear: "Master, the head of the household is coming to our side. ”