My master is a hoop maker, yes, the hoop of the hoop bowl, the heart of the heart, the craftsman of the craftsman, the hoop-heart-craftsman.

I also asked Master, why do you want to follow the example of those charlatans who pretend to be gods and ghosts, when you are just a poor man?

The master nested in the Taishi chair in the depths of the shop and said, you know a fart, our craft is the secret method of the immortal family handed down from Xixuan Mountain.

I sat on the threshold and sneered, if I catch up with the old lady when I am happy, maybe I will still be interested in receiving the words of this stinky uncle, but at the moment, our two fathers' broken shop has not had customers for three consecutive days, not to mention the emperor and general, and even the broken bowl called Hanako has not seen a single one.

Panicked.

Mainly, it's because of the panic of poverty.

You say this hoop bowl, it was originally the work of those poor people who were broken and were reluctant to replace it with a new one, and we did this kind of business of making hoop bowls for the poor, which is naturally two points poorer than those poor people.

Poor.

So poor that I want to squat on the side of the street with a broken bowl.

So I haven't been able to figure out how this uncle who only knows how to brag in the shop all day long saved up this shop.

I got up from the threshold, sat down beside the master with a horse, and poked the master's waist: "Can you tell me how this shop came from? ”

The master lay on the chair and shook the folding fan, and said succinctly: "Someone else gave it." ”

I was shocked.

Could it be that my uncontested Master was actually a hero who was good at deception when he was young, or was he a wanderer who wandered among wealthy widows? and now his embarrassing life is actually just to temper my mind, and when the time comes, Master will teach him the treasures and skills he has hidden?

Thinking of this, I even straightened my waist a little.

"What are you doing?" Master asked, sensing my anomaly.

I casually coped: "No, I just thought about how much reward I could get if I tied you up and sent you to the government." ”

The master was shocked: "I have always been safe and law-abiding, what money can I get in exchange for tying me up?"

I was also shocked: Could it be that Master really had an unbearable past and was wanted by the government?

The master quickly added, "Hurry up, tell me how much money you can exchange!"

I woke up from a dream.

Can't count on it.

I've never seen a hero who rushed to send himself to the government for a few dollars of silver. If there is, I don't think he should be a hero, and it is better to sell roasted sweet potatoes than to do the whole thing.

Having said that, the sweet potato seller diagonally opposite seems to be richer than our shop.

So the grief in my heart deepened a little.

The master lay back in the Taishi chair and snorted blindly: "I once watched the mountain scenery from the city tower.... Hmm.... Red candle dim tent. ”

I thought that my poor life with Master would continue forever.

Even if the king of Dali wore transparent clothes that only smart people could see, the stone mask of Tubo popped out sharp teeth, and the twelve young people of Dongying put on armor made of gold, the life of Master and I would not change in the slightest if we had pickles in the morning and pickles in the afternoon.

Until that night, the young man who had lost his soul knelt in front of the door in the heavy rain, and the heavy rain soaked his clothes and washed his hair, and I could not see his face.

On the eaves outside the shop, iron wind chimes tinkled in the rain.

This young man was wearing a long robe and did not carry a package, and he did not think that a poor family had come to make bowls and basins. Of course, it is the best to come to hoop the precious porcelain, but it is just a jar of hoops, as for the sadness to kneel on the ground?

I sat on the threshold and dangled my legs, guessing heartlessly when he would make up his mind to get up from the muddy water.

I couldn't guess right, because he asked the master to drag him up and drag him to the shop.

The wet hem dragged a long stain of water on the ground, but Master and I were obviously more concerned about how much money this young man was carrying with him and how much money he would be able to bring from home in the future.

There is a way that no matter whether you earn it or not, the silver is there, unbiased. That's why Master often says that you have to pay attention to the method of making money, and the method is that other people's money can only be spent here by us.

And the way Master came up with to get others to spend their money in his own store was to keep people: for example, he brought this young man who seemed to be a reading seed into the store and pressed it firmly on the Taishi's chair. If it were possible, I think he would even find a rope to tie this young man to a chair and force him to pay for something, but first, Master and I were not mad enough to do this kidnapping, and second, if we really wanted to do it, it would be really self-defeating, and the fast hunting of the city will definitely not give up this opportunity to make meritorious contributions.

Master was smiling like a brown bear that had fallen into a beehive.

The young man lost his soul, like a peacock that had been plucked out.

The brown bear asked earnestly, "Guest, what do you seem to have on your mind?"

The peacock's eyes were empty, as if he had seen the loneliness of most of the universe through the brown bear: "I heard, can you tie your heart?"

At that moment, Master's image in my heart suddenly wavered, which was different from the previous brain supplements - this time there was actually proof: My Master is actually a big craftsman who is so awesome that people come here?!

And my master has indeed lived up to my admiration for him at this moment:

"Yes, that's right, I'm a Hoop Maker. ”

When the brown bear said this, his expression softened, and he was no longer a brown bear who fell into a beehive, but a rich bear who owned an apiary, exuding a heavy and reliable craftsman pride all over his body: Leave it to me, as long as it is a bowl, even if it is a fairy soldier, I will show you.

My admiration for Master suddenly went up to a new level, first of all, aside from whether there is such a style of immortal soldier as a bowl, just talking about Master's demeanor at this moment is simply a jade gentleman, even if Master turned his head at this time and told me that he earned this shop from the hands of the widow Wang with this hand, I will be convinced that he does have this ability.

That's right, it's earning money, earning food, and craftsman's business, how can it be said to be a fraud.

The young man was crying at Master, and now I could see that there were more tears on his face than rain.

I couldn't help but go forward and comfort myself in the same tone as the mother-in-law and aunts in the neighborhood told each other: "Young man, what sad things have you encountered? ”

In order to be perfect, I also used my hand to rub a few times on his back, and I have always had a lot of experience in soothing emotional animals: to smooth the hair, not reverse the hair, after the brushing is best to rub it twice on the head.

Although this young man is not the same as cats and dogs, it is estimated that it will not be too bad.

When I was about to rub this young man's head with both hands, the master stopped me in time: "Go and go, everyone can say beautiful things, you don't even know what other people are uncomfortable with, so you dare to say that there is nothing that you can't get by?"

I had no choice but to give up, but I really didn't want to give up the opportunity to watch this big business come to fruition, so I had to move forward without an inch: "Master, can you teach me what is going on with the heart? Could it be that his heart is really broken into pieces like a bowl?"

The master didn't want to answer directly: "You can't learn what you teach, you can use nails to make up for broken bowls, and you can use other people's things to make up for broken hearts, you just need to know this." ”

I suddenly came to be arrogant, since the master taught me the craft of mending bowls, usually those chores began to be undertaken by me alone, the master saw that I could cope with it and lay down comfortably in the Taishi chair, this time actually laughed at me for not learning? Wait, when I learn all your skills, I will drive you to the threshold to do the work, and sit on the Taishi chair by yourself.

I had a plan in my heart, and I was about to quarrel with the master, but the master threw a look: "I want to work, hurry up and pour tea and water." ”

I understood it and immediately set off to prepare for the business.

I still have this bit of proportion: what is the reason for the two to quarrel and hang the guests?

The process of Master's heart-binding to the guest was not as bloody as I imagined:

I thought that Master would disemboweled him with the technique of the Immortal Family, and glued his broken heart piece by piece with gilt and silver-plated treasure nails and glue made of dragon bones and phoenix wings—after all, it was a job that Master was proud of, and I couldn't afford to lose his noodles in terms of materials. He then wrapped his badly wounded body in a thick sack and buried him under some inaccessible woods in the barren mountains outside the city to recuperate.

The first half is a common technique for mending bowls, and the second half is a livelihood for heroes in the rivers and lakes.

No way, although I am just a shabby shop and miscellaneous apprentice, I have had a heart to kill people and set fires to get rich overnight since I was a child.

The technique used by Master to make the hoop heart was much softer, which was completely different from when he taught me how to make hoop bowls: he gave me a large sum of money and sent me to the next street to make two catties of soju.

Of course, the money for the drink is to be credited to the customer's account.

Before I went out, Master took the young man's hand and comforted him: "Cry, cry, cry, ah, talk well after crying." ”

It's really gratifying that my unassuming master can actually be a reliable adult like someone else's shopkeeper.

When the master saw that I was leaving, he raised his head and said, "After buying wine, go to the backyard to see if the manhole cover in our house is tight, but don't leak into the rain."

I know what the master is thinking in his words—don't rush to serve it to the table after buying the wine, go to the backyard water tank to mix a pound of water first.

I'm already familiar with the road.

There are many ways here: Do you think, a person who is so sad that he kneels down on the street, must only care about sadness in his stomach, where can he taste the good and bad taste of wine? At this time, even if you take the elixir and jade liquid on the fairy's dinner table and drink it in his mouth, it is estimated that you can only taste bitterness.

At this point, I admire Master very much, spending the guest's money to buy wine and drink for the guest, and mixing it with a pound of water, such a shameless thing even an ordinary hero can't do it, it must be a person in the Demon Sect who is full of evil to do it.

I left the shop, walked to the liquor store, made a pound and a half of soju, and then went back to the backyard to mix a pound and a half of water, shaking the bottle and feeling full, so I was relieved to send it to the master.

There is a good word for readers, which is called upward and downward effect. Since you are so shameless, Master, don't blame my apprentice for following along, even if you know that I have deducted five yuan of wine money, can you still say it? Our two are grasshoppers on a rope, and I use a dignified and upright plan.

The master took the wine, put it on the table, and said with pride: "Drink, it's good to talk after drinking." ”

The young man, though still crying, was much better than he had been outside the door, and he straightened his neck and poured a large gulp of wine, choking himself with tears.

I lay on the edge of the table and watched quietly how they fought.

Master sat next to the young man, half a head taller than the young man. This is not because Master is tall, but because he has put two bricks under the stool. There is also a doorway here: at least in the eyes of young people, the tall master is much more reliable.

The master waited for him to calm down and asked, "Your daughter-in-law is dead?"

Immediately, the young man began to cry again.