This may be the sorrow of the Chinese literati and the sorrow of Chinese culture.

Because the sons and sages of the past generations never inherited and studied the doctrines of their ancestors in detail, but wanted to establish their own doctrines after reading the doctrines of their ancestors. In the name of it, it is said that traditional culture is a dross culture and a backward culture, and we must learn from the advanced ideas of the West.

Is the West advanced? When China was advanced, they were still unkempt and unkempt under the control of Jesus, and they were covered with fleas and couldn't take a bath?

In terms of history, how many years has China been advanced, and how many years has the West been advanced? Besides, didn't it take us less than thirty years to catch up?

Why can you catch up? That's because traditional culture tells us that hard work can get rich, and kindness can be blessed.

We relied on the genes of traditional culture so we quickly caught up, otherwise look at India as an example, their traditional cultural genes have created their despicability.

Reading ancient texts in the Ming Dynasty, the feeling of Daozi is still different from that of later generations, and the feelings of later generations are the complaints above, and reading ancient texts in the Ming Dynasty feels that I have a sense of mission: we don't need to build a high-rise house from generation to generation, we just need to build a "high-rise" shelf and build a house or palace that is as safe as a mountain in the wind and rain.

After breakfast, Daozi took six or seven to get busy.

The first thing in the newspaper process is to burn movable type. Michiko had to find a workshop that would burn the lettering and let them provide him with the thousand characters he needed for his basic needs.

There is no Taicang Mansion that burns lettering, but there are porcelain firing, and there are quite a few, of course, most of them are small kilns.

Daozi doesn't care whether the kiln is small or not, what he cares about is whether the small "movable type" he needs can be fired.

The owner of Wanjia porcelain shop is called Wan Shihe, an old craftsman of Deshao, and Wu Dashan recommended Daozi to go to his house to see.

Daozi believed in his father's vision, so he naturally went to his house first.

His family's workshop is not large, about fifteen square meters in later generations, and most of the houses in it are fired household porcelain or pottery knick-knacks played by children.

The old man was holding a knife and pen to engrave words on a small teapot shaped like a purple clay pot, and he saw Daozi and his party walk in, but he just glanced at it and continued to engrave his own words.

Liuqi was very dissatisfied and was about to shout, but Daozi held him down and didn't let him speak, for this kind of temperamental craftsman, Daozi admired it in his heart. He asked the crowd to wait for him outside, and he walked into the small workshop himself, looking left and right.

Celadon porcelain and white porcelain are arranged on the table and cabinet one by one. Daozi was dazzled.

In the end, his eyes stayed on the large bowl of the lotus, which was so pleasing that it was like a perfect work of art, and the colorful paintings on it were so vivid that they seemed to fly out of the bowl at all times.

"The little boy has eyesight, this thing is the proud work of the old man's life, and it depicts the flying picture of the lotus fairy." Suddenly, Wan Shihe spoke.

Daozi's face turned red when he heard this, and he said in his heart What do you mean by this, what is good eyesight, this young master really didn't look at the snow lotus root arm and the tempting ravine of the fairy in the lotus pond.

Looking at Daozi's shy appearance, Wan Shihe leaked a smile that understood and understood, his family's workshop faced fierce competition among peers, and the reason why it survived was because of his good "wonderful brush spring girl" painting.

"Sir, is this cloisonné?" Daozi looked at Wan Shihe's evil smile, and his heart was worried, and he hurriedly changed the topic.

Cloisonne?

Wanshihe twisted his eyebrows, this is an enamel, where does cloisonne come from? Could it be because the color of the enamel is peacock blue? It's just that there are only blue words, where did Jingtai come from?

Wan Shihe is a craftsman, not a historian, nor a traveler, so he naturally does not know that most of the enamels of the Ming Dynasty are named after cloisonné.

Daozi looked at Wanshihe in a daze, and suddenly realized in his heart that the name of cloisonné is the collective name of the Chinese enamel ware for later generations, how did he forget? So he was about to speak and change the topic again, who expected Wanshi Hedao: "Little young master, this is good, the old man is worried about giving a name to the enamel he fired, and now he reminds the old man, the old man looks, the old man will burn out the enamel in the future is called cloisonne." ”

After listening to Wan Shihe's words, Daozi almost fell, and said in his heart that it was a tragedy, and it seemed that the cultural relics experts of later generations were going to scold his father this time. The tall cloisonné at the good end has become a small porcelain kiln in Taicang Mansion.

However, looking at Wan Shihe's thanksgiving appearance, Daozi couldn't refuse to let others use this name, after all, he just said it casually.

Michiko reluctantly looked at the plump breasts and fat buttocks on the enamel again, and finally reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

Wan Shihe was stunned when he saw Daozi: It's better to be young! When you are young, you can abandon everything to think about spring, but when you are old, you don't have the strength to think about spring, and compared with the cruel real life, any spring is not spring, it is the yellow leaves of autumn flying, just to beg for life!

Daozi looked at Wan Shihe and looked at himself, not knowing what he was thinking at the moment, but recalling his words that he had "vision", he thought that he was thinking about his own spring again, and he couldn't help but feel a chill at the moment. At this time, he hurriedly told the business of this trip.

Wan Shihe frowned slightly when he heard that the little young master in front of him was going to burn movable type, because he immediately thought that Daozi might want to print books, but in this era, booksellers have to report to the government, and Taicang has not heard of anyone opening a bookstore recently?

Wan Shihe couldn't help but look at Daozi carefully at this time, seeing that he was dressed luxuriously and his momentum was quite extraordinary, and then looked at Zhang Shipei six or seven and other family members, and became more and more sure that Daozi might be the son of a large family in Taicang Mansion.

Daozi saw that Wan Shihe was either looking at him or at Zhang Shipei and the others behind him, and he was strange in his heart, he didn't have flowers on his face, look at Mao? So he hurriedly weighed the vocabulary and asked himself, what is wrong with these people?

Hearing this, Wan Shihe's eyes were retracted and said, "Little boy, do you want to print books?" ”

Daozi nodded, although he printed not books but newspapers and periodicals, but the nature was almost the same, so since Wan Shihe said this reason, there was no need for him to say no, one was that he had no reason to hide it, and the other was that he didn't bother to explain the difference between newspapers and periodicals and printed books.

Wan Shihe saw Daozi admitting it, and secretly said in his heart, but his face did not change, glanced at Daozi, and asked lightly again: "But it has been reported in the official mansion?" ”

Daozi was shocked when he heard this, does he still need to report the printing book?