Reborn Craftsman

"You know what, the color is very similar to jadeite, but it's not even serious jade!" Second Master Zhang slapped Zhang Xiaoyu's head with a slap: "You After tossing around in Dongyu Village for a long time, I brought this back, and I have the nerve to show it off, what a disgrace to the Zhang family!"

"Ah? This thing is not made of jade!" Zhang Xiaoyu covered his head, feeling so aggrieved that he didn't know what to say for a while.

Liu Xing couldn't help laughing at this moment: "I said earlier that this thing is worthless, but you still don't believe what I said, now it's all right, get scolded!"

"Shut up, you're not a good person!" Zhang Xiaoyu stomped his feet angrily. At this time, he was still making trouble, and he was still not a brother.

Mr. Zhang shook his head, checked the contents of the iron box again, saw that they were all ancient books, and handed them to Liu Xing immediately: "I'm afraid this is what you need?"

"Well, I want to take it back and copy it, and then send it back to the bamboo building. After all, this is something from Dongyu Village, and I don't want to keep it for myself!" Liu Xing replied truthfully.

"There is no need for this. These ancient books were lost in Dongyu Village decades ago. It is your luck and fate that you can find them. Just keep them!" Second Master Zhang sighed softly: "These ancient books The bamboo building in Dongyu Village can only be buried, but it will flourish in your hands, Liu Xing, and I don’t say you understand the meaning of this.”

"Second Lord is planning to copy the top, middle and bottom copies of the golden bean steamer for you to take back. He doesn't want the golden bean steamer to be left without anyone to inherit it!" Zhang Xiaoying looked at Liu Xing and said teasingly.

"Ah?" Liu Xing was a little surprised.

When did Zhang Erye become so talkative?

"Hehe, don't look at me like that. Zhang's family passed by Qu's house, and I have figured out a lot of things!" Second master Zhang smiled and gave Liu Xing a piece of braised pork: "Eat, eat, you still need to help later Repairing the golden bean steamer! You can't work without energy!"

"Okay!" Liu Xing knew that there were some things he shouldn't ask, so he buried his head and started eating.

After eating and resting for a while, after putting away all the ancient books in the iron box, he was taken to the hall by Zhang Erye to check the effect of the century-old toon wood after drying.

In the hall, there was an old man with a goatee beard who was mixing varnish. When he saw Second Master Zhang coming, he hurriedly greeted him: "Second Master, I have prepared the varnish according to the formula you gave, and I am waiting for you to speak. brushed!"

"En!" Zhang Erye nodded, he ignored the old man's enthusiasm for painting, but asked Liu Xing: "Will the varnish this night affect the century-old toon wood?"

"Probably not!" Liu Xing stepped forward and checked the century-old toon wood on the hall floor with a tape measure. Seeing that there was no crack on the square surface, and it had been straightened with a plane, he nodded in satisfaction.

The Zhang family seems to be quite good at doing things. Not only did they meet his requirements, but even the size was not bad at all, which is very rare.

As long as the varnish is prepared, brush it on and let it dry for a while, it can be installed.

Thinking of this, Liu Xing walked up to the varnish prepared by the old man and took a closer look with a wooden stick. Suddenly, he shook his head with a dark face: "The quality of this varnish is not good, and it must be re-mixed."

Although he did not work as a painter before rebirth, he did a lot of carpentry and dealt with all kinds of painters. It is said that those who are close to ink are black, and those who are close to vermilion are red. He knows more or less about varnish What is the quality standard? If there is a slight flaw, he will not say anything, but the paint in the bucket in front of him is really not good.

If it is painted on hundred-year-old Chinese toon wood, I am afraid that there will be no anti-corrosion, waterproof, and insect-proof effects at all.

"What did you say?" The old man's goatee raised his beard in a daze when he heard the words: "Do you, a teenager, know how to mix paint? How much is this bucket of paint worth if you understand it? It will take three days to find that material!"

Chapter 185 You old man is very bad

"Master, I'm not targeting you!" Liu Xing patted the dust on his body, frowned and said seriously: "The varnish painted on the century-old Chinese toon wood is formulated according to the recipe left on the golden bean steamer. It's normal for mistakes to occur. Did you know it has another great name?"

"what name?"

The old painter's voice was low, if it wasn't for Zhang Erye's presence, he really wanted to slap Liu Xing, and it's unreasonable to let him, an old painter who has been painting for decades, lose face.

So what if you are a master bamboo craftsman, but you can't say anything wrong about him in front of the second master!Don't you even have any basic ethics in the workplace?

Liu Xing ignored the old man's emotions, but said: "This varnish is also called glazed lacquer in the isolated copy of the golden bean steamer. As long as it is successfully prepared, the color is as transparent as water and pure, and it also emits a strong Fragrance, but what you made out, not to mention the light yellow color, and the strong smell of gasoline, I can't figure it out, well, why do you add gasoline to the varnish?"

"You! You! Adding gasoline can speed up the volatilization of paint, don't you know that? I have dried paint for decades, do I still need you to teach me?" Everything has changed.

It can be seen that he is a short-tempered person, and he doesn't want others to say anything bad about him.

Zhang Erye saw this and said, "Okay, Lao Zhu! Now is not the time to quarrel. You read the paint formula I gave you. Does his final successful color and appearance look like what Liu Xing said?"

"That's right, that's right!" The old paint man was embarrassed for a moment, and then had to nod to admit the fact.

The formula for the varnish of the golden bean steamer is really what Liu Xing said, and it is not bad at all.

"Since this is the case, what right do you have to lose your temper, what right do you have to quarrel with Liu Xing?" Zhang Erye glared at the old man, "If you don't want to get paid, then be honest."

"Okay, Second Master!" The old man painted hastily lowered his head after being stared at, but his resentment towards Liu Xing could no longer be suppressed at this moment.

After thinking for a while, he rolled his eyes and said suddenly: "Second master, since this master Liu said that I don't know how to make paint, he must definitely be able to. Do you want me to bring all the remaining materials for him to try?" What about it?"

If it can be done, then everyone will be happy, and he has no choice but to swallow this breath in his stomach.

If it doesn't work, hum!That must make Liu Xing look good by adding insult to injury.

Dare to offend him, Old Zhu, in Banqiao Town, it's really against him.

Zhang Erye didn't know that it was a trick, so he asked Liu Xing kindly: "Can you make paint? If you can, please help me. This old Zhu is old, don't care about him like him."

"Yes! But this glaze paint is also the first preparation!" Liu Xing said truthfully.

The biggest problem in painting is to mix various desired colors. After reaching this point, you can basically start your career. As for the steps of painting, priming, sanding, etc., to put it bluntly, what makes perfect, there is no technology at all .

And there is one of the biggest taboos for painters, which is poisonous.

Under normal circumstances, it is best not to enter the painter's profession if you are not in good health. Although the salary is high, there are many sequelae.

It's okay to deploy once in a while, but of course it won't work if there are too many. He just knows how to take this job.

"Then why are you looking at it? Hurry up and get the materials!" Zhang Erye shouted to the old paint man in a low voice.

"Hey! I'll go right away!" The corner of the old man's mouth twitched, he turned around and ran away.

After a while, a large bag of materials was brought back, which filled the entire table.

Liu Xing rolled up his sleeves, and immediately began to prepare them.

Seeing that there was no tung oil, he immediately said to Mr. Zhang: "Go and ask Brother Xiaoyu to get a barrel of tung oil. The freshly squeezed one is the best. It is sticky and can be adsorbed on the century-old Chinese toon wood to the greatest extent."

"Okay!" Zhang Erye turned and left.

Liu Xing was not idle, and began to mix various materials together, and the mixing degree and weight of the materials were accurate enough to be used for weighing. Even if it was a little bit more, he would take it out without mercy.

The old painter watched from the sidelines, and couldn't help admiring Liu Xing's seriousness, but he was more worried because he found that Liu Xing was very skilled in configuring glazed lacquer, so proficient that even an old painter like him would be ashamed of himself.

If he had known this before, he would have let Liu Xing make glazed lacquer without any suggestion even if he killed him. Maybe it was to steal his job!

But thinking about it, there is one fact that cannot be changed.

That is, if glazed lacquer is easy to deploy, it will not wait until now.

Thinking of this, the corner of the painter's old man Lao Zhu raised his mouth and let out a smirk, secretly hid a material called white cinnabar, and then sat on a chair and drank tea leisurely.

What he didn't know was that Zhang Xiaoying had been standing outside the window watching all this, seeing Liu Xing looking for Bai Zhusha at the table, he kicked open the door of the hall in a fit of anger: "Old Zhu, what can you do?" Are you being mean? Quickly take out the white cinnabar."

"Xiaoying, what do you mean by that?" The corner of the old man's mouth twitched, as if he didn't know what was going on.

Liu Xing was also very puzzled, he clearly saw the white cinnabar on the table, why did it disappear after a while!

"Hmph!" Zhang Xiaoying rolled up her sleeves angrily: "Old Zhu, you are so stubborn! When I ask someone to search your body, don't cry!"