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Chapter 155 A Broken Mirror Is Difficult To Reunite (Subscribe)
"Girl, you should protect the mud block with your left hand. Use your right thumb to dig a hole in the mud block, and then dig out to make it bigger. You have to be careful. When digging the hole, don't dig it all the way through. Leave about 1 centimeter thick. The bottom." Pan Desheng taught from the side.

Because Tang Wanjun's basic skills were poor, she couldn't find the right strength.

On the other hand, Chuhe had the experience of going to JDZ before, so relatively speaking, the strength of digging the hole was just right.

Tang Wanjun pursed her mouth, watched Chuhe's steps gradually completed, and frowned: "I'm too stupid."

"It's okay, I'll teach you." After Chu He finished speaking, he looked at Tang Wanjun's drawing machine.

Immediately, he demonstrated again.

Seeing that the two kids were having fun, Pan Desheng sat aside by himself. After whispering a few words to Pan Jiaming, he sat there quietly and watched.

After experiencing the third failure, Tang Wanjun wanted to give up.

"I still won't"

Chuhe didn't know how to teach him for a while, he looked at Pan Desheng, but the old man seemed to pick up the newspaper with interest, and didn't look at Chuhe at all.

Obviously, the old man wanted Chuhe to teach Tang Wanjun.

"This, I can only master the strength by myself, and I can't teach it." Chuhe was embarrassed for a while.

Unexpectedly, Tang Wanjun said in a low voice: "Why don't you grab my hand and dig the mud."

Because Pan Desheng coughed a few times at this moment, Chuhe didn't hear Tang Wanjun's words clearly, so he turned his head and asked Tang Wanjun, "What did you say?"

"No, it's nothing." Regarding this kind of words, Tang Wanjun was still embarrassed to say it a second time.

Chuhe asked Pan Desheng: "Mr. Pan, how long will it take to master the strength?"

"If you are a novice practicing, you have to explore the intensity slowly, at least it will take a week, plus there are many steps behind, maybe a month." Pan Desheng reckoned.

"You can also hold her hand and teach her how to apply the mud."

This sentence made Chuhe embarrassed for a moment.

"Forehead"

Chuhe glanced at Tang Wanjun, but said nothing.

Tang Wanjun used the reason that the competition time was tight, and said, "You just... treat me as a man."

"alright."

Chu He nodded, reached out and grabbed Tang Wanjun's wrist.

Chuhe's heart was beating thumpingly, obviously feeling a little nervous.

Seeing him grabbing her, Tang Wanjun smirked, and then asked him: "Is that so?"

"Well, please push in a little harder." Chu He grabbed her hand and wiped away the mud.

Smooth, white and tender.

This is Chuhe's evaluation of Tang Wanjun's hands.

After half an hour of plastering, Tang Wanjun found that she seemed to have mastered the strength, so she took the initiative to propose the next step: "Then what shall we do?"

Chuhe has obviously entered the state and is obviously not nervous. He continued to teach: "Then you use your thumbs to push the mud belly outwards, stretch the mud belly, protect the blank with both hands, and pull him up to a cylindrical shape. .”

After speaking, Chuhe demonstrated on his own.

Pan Desheng on the side looked at Chuhe very satisfied, and felt that if he studied the pottery making technology carefully, he would definitely burn a very beautiful pottery pot.

Of course Chuhe didn't know that Pan Desheng was admiring him, and devoted himself to teaching.

He even grabbed Tang Wanjun's two hands at the same time, letting her protect the blank.

Tang Wanjun learned quickly. She placed her thumb two centimeters from the mouth of the pot and pushed it outward. After a few minutes, the blank in her hand slowly filled the pot.

"Is it done?" Tang Wanjun looked at the clay pot in front of her. Although it was a bit ugly, it was still a semi-finished product.

At this time Pan Desheng stood up and began to teach them how to make fine clay pots.

Tang Wanjun once again thanked Pan Desheng: "Grandpa Pan, thank you very much, otherwise I would lose this clay pot making competition."

"Hey, you don't need to thank me. Actually, I also want Xiaowazi's help, but I don't know if Chuhe is willing." Pan Desheng said very sincerely.

Chuhe didn't expect that Pan Desheng needed his own help, so he asked, "Do you need me to do anything?"

"It's like this. I have a bowl at home that has been passed down from generation to generation. My grandson accidentally broke it. I feel so bad. I heard from Xiaojun that you are a professional in cultural relic restoration. Can you?"

Pan Desheng was also a little bit embarrassed about this matter, so he stopped here.

But for Chuhe, this is not difficult at all.

Chuhe replied: "Old man, take it out and let me have a look. I'll try to see if I can repair it."

Seeing this, Tang Wanjun also wanted to see what kind of antique it was.

Pan Desheng asked his son to bring out a box.

Open the box and find a lot of debris inside.

Through those tiles and colors, Chuhe can be sure that this is the Ru kiln's sky blue glazed lotus bowl.

"Ru kiln sky blue glazed lotus bowl?" Tang Wanjun was confused, "What's the difference between this bowl and a bowl?"

"It's bigger than a bowl, with a slightly narrower mouth. It's shaped like a basin, but it's a smaller pottery utensil. By the way, those monks use bowls for their fasting." Chu He explained from the side.

"This should be porcelain from the Song Dynasty. It is very precious." Chu He looked at it with joy.

When Pan Desheng heard this, he felt like scolding his mother, for this good bowl was broken.

"Chuhe, can you fix it?" Pan Desheng asked nervously.

Chuhe nodded: "It should be fine, but I need some tools and repair materials."

Then he looked at Tang Wanjun: "How about this, you practice here first, I'll go back to school, get the tools, and then come back."

"Ah?" Tang Wanjun could only mutter: "Then hurry up."

Seeing that Chuhe was going back to get tools, Pan Desheng immediately asked his son Pan Jiaming to drive Chuhe back to school.

As for Tang Wanjun, Pan Desheng said that he would definitely teach her how to make clay pots.

Originally, Tang Wanjun had been here several times alone before, so to some extent, she was no stranger.

But for some reason, after Chuhe left, she looked at the mud on her hands and suddenly felt a little gloomy.

She had no choice but to follow Pan Desheng's instructions, put her middle finger and thumb on the inner and outer walls of the pot, and use her hands to make the wall of the pot evenly thicker with the speed of the turntable.

At the same time, she is also looking forward to Chuhe's return soon.

And Chuhe, who was rushing to school, was looking at the photos of the undamaged lotus flower bowl on his mobile phone at the moment.

"It's a pity that such a beautiful lotus bowl was smashed." Chu He sighed.

When Pan Jiaming heard this sentence, he even smiled wryly: "After the lotus bowl was broken, my dad was so angry that he didn't talk to his grandson for several days. There's hope in his mood again."

"However, I may not be able to restore it completely, and I can't guarantee it, but I can try it, but no matter if the lotus flower bowl is repaired, it must be different from the previous one."

Chuhe implied a truth in advance: broken mirrors are hard to reunite.

The restoration of cultural relics is only to restore the original appearance as much as possible, but not 100% restoration.

(End of this chapter)