Seeing that he walked to the corner of the street, a sound of "woo, woo" attracted Chu Yunfei's attention, and as soon as the whining stopped, there were bursts of cheers from the crowd. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Passing over the head, the sound came from a tent under the guise of a long pole carrying two diamond-shaped planks with red tassels.

Qin Chuan motioned for Chu Yun to fly over, and he also squeezed into the crowd.

Squeeze over to see clearly, this is a reed mat shed set up on the street, there are more than a dozen small tables in it, it has been full of guests, outside the tent on an iron stove with bright charcoal fire, there is a big dragon mouth copper teapot, the weight is forty or fifty pounds, the pot handle is the dragon body, the production is extremely exquisite, the whole dragon beard, dragon scales, dragon claws are clear and discerning. The copper kettle has two copper ornaments on the body, and the pattern is even more antique. The "woo-woo" sound came from a small air flute next to the lid. At this moment, the little air flute rushed out quickly with the white water vapor, and the little flute continued to sound non-stop.

At this moment, not only the tea guests in the shed, but also the passers-by outside the shed also watched a lot of people, a middle-aged man in his forties, who was making tea soup for the tea guests in the shed.

The so-called tea soup, Qin Chuan saw it at a glance, that is, the bowl should be sorghum rice noodles, millet noodles fried in oil, and there are brown sugar, white sugar, green and red silk, sesame seeds, walnut kernels, raisins, Beijing cake strips, pine nuts and other seasonings.

Such a large copper kettle, counting the handle of the pot is almost half a person high, to carry the handle to carry the pot up, first of all, the height of the body is not enough, if you hold the handle in one hand, there is no problem in holding the bottom of the pot in the other. But now don't say that this copper kettle is burning like this, the water vapor in it is almost the same as a small boiler, the steam in it will not be just more than 100 degrees, the steam in it must also be superheated steam, Qin Chuan can roughly estimate according to the color of the charcoal fire in the furnace, the temperature of the steam in the pot should be between 150 degrees and 200 degrees, such a high temperature, how can people get their hands on it? How did he pour water to make this tea soup?

Just when Qin Chuan was puzzled, he saw the man who sold tea soup holding the tea bowl in one hand, and holding the handle of the pot with the other hand, the copper kettle suddenly tilted, and on the spout decorated with the dragon's head, the two red pompoms on the front end of the two thin dragon whiskers on the side of the dragon's mouth were still inserted, and as the body of the pot tilted, the two red pompoms suddenly trembled, which was very good-looking.

As the body of the copper kettle tilted, a stream of hot water rushed straight into the bowl, and the water was full of tea and soup in an instant. Obviously, this man not only has strong arm strength, but also has more than ten years of experience in making this tea soup, otherwise it would never be so skillful. If this hot hot water accidentally spills on your hands, it is not as simple as scalding out a few bubbles, and I am afraid that the skin will suddenly open the flesh.

The middle-aged man's performance suddenly burst into applause. Qin Chuan was also very excited when he saw this man's skillful skills, and wanted to see it for a while, but suddenly found that Chu Yunfei, who was still by his side just now, was nowhere to be seen, and hurriedly pulled Li Mingfang out of the crowd to look around.

As soon as he squeezed out the crowd, Li Mingfang pointed to a shop surrounded by many people more than ten meters away.

"Don't worry, don't worry, that bastard boy is there."

Surrounded by children and young women, Chu Yunfei was among these people, although he was still slightly bent over to check something, he was still much taller than those children and women. Qin Chuan looked at the shelves in the shop again, and saw that the shelves were full of one-and-a-half-foot-high colored clay figures with different shapes, Qin Chuan could recognize Zhuge Liang, Zhang Fei, Guan Yunchang, and other men and women who couldn't see clearly because they were far away.

Qin Chuan looked up at the plaque in the middle of the shop again, and saw that it was written in black lacquer and gold, with three large characters in regular script "Clay Man Zhang".

Clay man Zhang, this name Qin Chuan has heard of in his previous life, and even he has watched the TV series of Clay Man Zhang, no matter who the clay man Zhang is in the play, and how complex and changeable his appearance is, as long as he sits opposite, he can do it overnight, and the clay figure made by your appearance will be vivid. Now that he can see the real person, how Qin Chuan doesn't want to see it, and see what this clay figure Zhang who created a precedent for clay sculpture art looks like.

Qin Chuan leaned over, only to see a middle-aged man in his thirties, sitting behind the desk, covered with paper and pen, holding a large piece of cement in his hand at the moment, a look at a teenage boy sitting in front of the case opposite him, a while bowing his head and fiddling with the piece of cement in his hand, under his dexterous and slender ten fingers quickly meshing and pressing, the boy's appearance was gradually revealed on the large piece of cement, only a moment of effort, the man turned a large piece of cement in his hand into a full-body clay statue of the boy, about forty centimeters.

Isn't it, this is the clay man who is famous at home and abroad? looks much younger than in film and television dramas.

Qin Chuan thought about it and was about to start talking, but the man raised his head and said to a woman in her twenties sitting behind the boy across from him.

"Sister-in-law, look at the pinched image."

The middle-aged man confidently handed the clay figure to the young woman behind the boy, who carefully took it and looked at it several times.

"Like, it's too similar, it's just the mold of my second baby."

The woman happily handed the clay figurine back to the middle-aged man, and reached into her arms and took out twenty copper plates and put them on the table. A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy sitting next to the middle-aged man with similar eyebrows and eyes collected the money, and took a pen to write down the number and the color of the boy's clothes on the papyrus on the desk.

Qin Chuan knew that this clay figure could not be taken away now, and it had to be placed in the shop to be dried naturally, then baked in the kiln, and then polished and colored after leaving the kiln.

Chu Yunfei, who was happy to see it, reached into his arms, but just stretched out half and then retracted his hand, and straightened up suddenly.

Qin Chuan knew that this was Chu Yunfei looking at the clay figure and thinking about it, but he had no money in his hand. Although Chu Dazhu and his wife are both working, they have been frugal for the marriage of the brothers, and it is impossible for the brothers to have any pocket money in their hands.

Qin Chuan stepped forward and stood behind Chu Yunfei: "Mr. Zhang, pinch a clay figure for my brother too." ”

As soon as Qin Chuan spoke behind him, Chu Yunfei's face suddenly turned red and became scared.

Li Mingfang knew that this proprietor loved his two nephews very much, and he didn't want to touch Qin Chuan's heart, so he said with a smile: "Yunfei, since the proprietor has something to say, you can pinch one, let's also keep a thought." ”

Qin Chuan stretched out his hand to grab Chu Yunfei, who was in a state of embarrassment, and pressed him to his seat.

The middle-aged man smiled and nodded, only slightly observed Chu Yunfei for a moment, reached out and took out a piece of cement from under the case, and his ten fingers moved quickly. Qin Chuan looked at his watch this time, and it only took five minutes for the middle-aged man to finish pinching Chu Yunfei's clay figure.

This portrait not only pinched Chu Yunfei's appearance to the brink, but even faintly saw the spirit of Chu Yunfei's frankness and daring.

Chu Yunfei was so excited after seeing it, he didn't even dare to pick up the clay figure handed over by the middle-aged man with his hands, but held it with both hands, and looked at it repeatedly for a long time before he reluctantly and carefully returned it.

Qin Chuan looked at it, stepped forward and said, "Mr. Zhang, pinch a clay figure for me." However, I can't use this dress. ”

Qin Chuan said, stretched out his hand to take the pen and paper from the case, and used a brush to draw out a general wearing the uniform of the Beiyang Army in the later generations, wearing an armed belt around his waist, and a slender long knife hanging from his waist, sitting on a horse with his front hooves raised.

Li Mingfang looked at the pattern drawn by Qin Chuan, and could only recognize that the characters in Qin Chuan's paintings were wearing uniforms like the factory protection team, and as for the demeanor of that person, he could barely distinguish even the war horse.

The middle-aged man looked at the portrait on the papyrus, looked at Qin Chuan for a while, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Sir, if you were here on a horse in this garment, I would be able to pinch it out. Now like this。。。。。。 Forgive me for not being good at learning art, ashamed, ashamed. ”

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he kept apologizing again and again.

The middle-aged man's words made Qin Chuan a little surprised, but in that film and television drama, this clay figure Zhang was played amazingly, and it seemed that it was still a bit exaggerated。。。。。。