After saying goodbye to Fan Mi, Xin followed Fan Dou to the pottery workshop.

said to be a workshop, but in fact it is Fan Dou's home.

There is a small pottery kiln in the courtyard, and there are many pottery stacks.

In the Spring and Autumn period, pottery making was already very mature.

A small place like Xinyi also has its own potter, and one or two people are enough to complete all the processes.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

There was a coughing sound from inside.

Fan Dou hurriedly ran into the low adobe thatched house.

"Dad, how are you?" Fan Dou's voice came.

"Can't die! Let's see if the kiln fire is extinguished! Running out early in the morning, my pottery workshop is finished! ”

Syllable!

There was a sound of broken utensils in the room, and then Xin saw Fan Dou running out with his head in his hands, and a lame old man behind him took a stick and hit Fan Dou's head.

"Stop!"

Xin scolded loudly again, blocking the old man behind him.

"Doctor Yi ......"

The fiery old man Fan Yi saw that Xin Youfang had just reined in, and hurriedly bowed to Xin You.

"I asked your son to help me make a few things, so I summoned him to Fan Jun's house, why did you beat him indiscriminately?" Xin asked again.

"This kid is not a weapon, my craft has not been passed down at all, and I know it all day long...... Know to mess around. Fan Yi was very excited, and couldn't help coughing a few more times.

Fan Dou knelt on the side, didn't say a word, just looked at the ground.

"Did you make this thing, or did Fan Dou make it?"

Xin picked up another pottery mustache on the ground.

It is said to be a pottery mustache, but it is different from the pottery mustache commonly used in Xinyi.

The pottery is a very old cooking utensil, which can be used to boil water and cook rice.

It looks like a jar with a round belly, and its most typical feature is that it has three chubby, bag-like "feet" on the lower body.

The three feet propped up the potter's belly, leaving a space like a lifted crotch, which could be used to put firewood in it, put it directly on the ground, and boil water without building a shelf.

But this pottery mustache is still different from the pottery mustache seen in Xin You's house.

"This ...... I did it! ”

Fan Yi gritted his teeth and said: "Don't joke gentlemen, I'm old, and the things I make are not very good......"

Xin glanced at Fan Yi again, and then said: "Fan's potter, I remember that you hate not firing pottery according to the ancestral system the most, no matter how old you are, you can make the three legs of the pottery mantle almost together?" ”

Before Xinyi, the "crotch" of the three bags was relatively high, which was to facilitate the placement of firewood below.

But with the development of the times, because of the emergence of the "stove", this kind of high crotch is no longer popular, and even has become an ornament, and it has slowly evolved into a "pot".

The thing in Xin You's hand almost has no "crotch" anymore, but symbolically made three bag-like things under the jar, which looks a little "mustache", but is actually more like a kettle.

Xin You graduated from the Department of History in his previous life, and he still knows a little about the development of Tao You.

The style of the pottery mustache in his hand is relatively new.

And the pottery of Xinyi itself is almost all the shape of the Zongzhou (Western Zhou) period, which is also the tradition of Xinyi!

"All the things of the work are the work of the saints, and they cannot be changed without ......permission," Xin said deliberately.

"A gentleman atons for his sins! I'm going to smash this! ”

Fan Yi staggered to his feet, wanting to snatch the pottery in Xin You's hand.

"That's what you say a lot." Xin asked again.

Fan Yi was stunned for a moment and nodded.

This sentence is indeed his creed, and it is also the "etiquette" that many craftsmen observe.

Xin shook his head again, such a concept is also one of the reasons that hinder social progress.

"The holy creatures are for the sake of all people. If future generations change it, it is also for the sake of ordinary people, why not? If you don't change it, then you can only keep drinking blood? ”

Xin changed his words again: "I think that this thing is much more practical than the previous pottery, and it can be put directly on the stove to boil water." ”

"This ......"

Fan Yi didn't expect Xin to say such a thing again, and Fan Dou also raised his head, with a glimmer of light in his eyes.

"Fan Dou, did you come up with this thing yourself? Or where did you see it? Xin asked again.

Xin could see at a glance that this thing was definitely made by Fan Dou, not Fan Yi.

The reason why Fan Yi said that was also to "defend himself" for his son.

"Don't dare to hide it from the gentleman, this thing is indeed made by a villain."

Fan Dou opened his mouth and admitted: "This is not something that the villain came up with, but I saw it in the royal city, and many of the utensils there are very different from our Xinyi!" ”

These things are also the focus of the conflict between father and son.

Fan Dou had left Xinyi and had seen utensils fired by craftsmen from other places.

And Fan Yi has been in Xinyi all his life, strictly abiding by the rules left by his ancestors.

"This kind of pottery can be used in a small place like Xinyi, and it is estimated that no one wants to buy it if it is sold in those markets in the surrounding big places."

Xin thought about it again, but he didn't explain it.

If you can make good pottery, it can be regarded as an income for Xinyi.

But such an ancient pottery, if sold elsewhere, will definitely not be sold at a good price.

"Etiquette collapses!"

At this moment, Fan Yi actually scolded: "How to do things, the ancestors have already set the rules, we craftsmen just do it, how can we modify the practice without authorization?" ”

"The gentleman also said that the saints made things for the sake of the people! Now that we have a stove, and then we use a tall mustache to boil water, the flame is difficult to reach the point of the mustache from the stove, so the mustache foot should have been stopped a long time ago! ”

For the first time, someone supported him, and Fan Dou finally had the courage to say what he had always wanted to say to his father.

"You...... You rebel! ”

Fan Xuan's stick wanted to be pumped again.

"Fan Xuan!" Xin You's face turned cold: "Let me ask you, what did the saint create the mustache for?!" ”

"Mustache? It's just to boil water......"

"Can your son's mustache boil water!?"

"This ...... Boiling water is no problem. ”

Even if he is not interested in the appearance of the mustache, Fan Yi is still very clear about the ability of this thing.

Xin continued: "The function of the mustache is to boil water, as long as it can boil water, it is a good utensil. As for the appearance, let me tell you, the pottery mustache at the beginning of Zong Zhou is completely different from the pottery mustache you made! ”

"Huh? This pottery mustache of mine has been handed down from the time of Zong Zhou! Fan Yi said.

"I still have the pottery mustache used at the beginning of Zong Zhou at home, you can go and take a look." Xin You's tone calmed down: "What's more, you only pursue the same appearance as your predecessors, then let me ask you, is each of the pottery you made the same as the one created by the saint?" ”

Fan Yi wanted to speak and stopped, he naturally didn't dare to guarantee.

Even if something comes out at the same time at the same kiln mouth, it is also different.

According to this line of thought, who can make something like the one made by the saints?

"When the sage said that he should not change without permission, he did not mean the appearance, but the function of the object itself. Because of the differences in raw materials, craftsmanship and even countries, it is naturally impossible to make utensils exactly the same as those created by saints. If you only pursue the appearance of the utensils and ignore the function of the utensils, you are really sacrificing the basics, violating the teachings of the saints, and distorting the original intentions of the saints. ”

Who is Shin? He is a famous nerd in Xinyi.

He can't do anything else, for the familiarity with the words of the sage, he said second, who dares to say first in Xinyi?

Xin reinterpreted Fan Yi's words again, and Fan Yi had to believe it, and he had to believe it if he didn't believe it.

Looking at the "defective products" made by his son, Fan Yi had doubts about his own concept of pottery for the first time.

It seems that I misunderstood what the saint said!

Fan Yi let out a long sigh, and instantly felt that he had lived for many years in vain.