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This concludes the first volume of the book. In the evening the second volume begins.

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It is the purple clay pot.

It was much more difficult than Zheng Lang imagined, and the purple sand mud he brought let him use half of it, and made more than 30 finished products, only six of which were successfully fired, and the rest were either due to workmanship reasons, or because the temperature and method of firing were wrong, all of them became defective products.

Originally, Zheng Lang used postmodernism to make some distortions of the body of the pot, slowly moving upwards, and making a pot, symbolizing the ascension step by step. It was best to give this pot to Liu Zhizhou, but that one also burned out.

Of the few, only this one is the most effective.

But it can't be said in one piece, it should be a set, a jug, with four small cups.

The shape of this pot is an imitation of the square hidden angle bamboo-topped pot made by Fan Dasheng, a pot master in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties.

Take his pot meaning, can not be made into a bamboo top, then troublesome, changed to a pine branch top, flowing mouth, top button, pot handle relief carved into a pine branch shape, the original pot lid is a lovely bamboo leaf, the current pot lid is a pine needle. The original body of the pot was evolved from bamboo segments, and it also became a loose dry shape, and a faint pine pattern was carved out with a hollow technique. Another painting was added, of an old man standing under a pine tree, asking questions to a boy. In the distance, a few mountain peaks and a white cloud were drawn with a few brushstrokes.

The pattern is simple. Later, there were intricate patterns engraved on the purple sand pot, but it was not the mainstream in the end, and most of the purple sand pots were only a few simple paintings, or dozens of words, in order to take the meaning of antiquity. Therefore, the painting is painted with simple brushstrokes, from the distant mountain peaks to the clouds, to the pine trees to the people.

There is a line of words on the back, Panasonic asked the boy, and the teacher went to collect medicine. Only in this mountain, the clouds are deep and do not know where.

The word is still the same as the original.

Zheng Lang once tried to make seal scripts, which made the ancient meaning stronger. However, in the history of calligraphy, seal script is an alternative, and the penmanship used is different from that of the official Kai grass line. Very few people can write the seal to the peak, and they can reach the end again in the line of the grass.

I remember that there are a lot of seal scripts, especially in the Qing Dynasty, many seal scripts emerged, but when they are written in their own hands, it is very awkward. In the end, I honestly used the rice character as the body, and extended it to the body of the pot.

Only the color made him very satisfied. The original pot is sunflower yellow, used to make a bamboo pot, but it is a good match, you can take loose, and the color is tender. After boiling it out, it was found that the pot had accidentally burned to liver red. This color is beyond Zheng Lang's control, because the minerals contained in the sand mud are different, the color is also different, and the experience is less, so how can Zheng Lang distinguish the mineral composition of the sand mud?

Slightly on the light, did not dare to go on the heavy, for fear of affecting the quaintness.

In addition to this pot, there are four small cups.

Some touch-ups have also been made.

First, there is a plum plant, followed by a line of small poems, a kind of secluded posture, who Ling Han is exhibiting. It seems that the ice and snow are clear, and the gold is shallow.

Then there is the orchid, and there is a poem, the lone orchid gives birth to a secluded garden, and the grass is gone. Although the sun shines in the spring, the sad autumn moon is high. The frost is early, and the green is afraid to rest. If there is no breeze blowing, who will send the fragrance to?

Next to the bamboo, the poem is: Shengting Lingyun Festival, fluttering and still self-sustaining. The wind is often cold, and the autumn air is not separated. The chaotic leaves are still strong, and the soft branches are not blown. is only annoying with the text, and the portrayal is particularly vivid.

Finally, when I arrived at Ju, I settled in the human realm, and there was no noise of cars and horses. Ask you how you can be, and your heart is far away. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see the South Mountain. The mountain air is said to be good, and the birds are returning to each other. There is a true meaning in this, and I have forgotten to distinguish it.

Lan and Ju's poems all know that one was written by Li Bai and the other is Tao Yuanming's masterpiece. I haven't seen the other two poems, so I don't know if they were written by this kid. But all four poems take the meaning of noble and lonely.

Then looking at this pine pot, four cups of Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum just synthesized the four gentlemen in the flower.

The instrument is a good instrument, the metaphor is a good metaphor, and the poem is a good poem.

Not only that, the five things are placed in a brocade box, and they are folded layer by layer with vermilion silk silk to defend them, which is even more elegant and compelling.

People in the Song Dynasty like to taste tea, there are all kinds of ways to drink, and they have seen all kinds of teapots, pottery, porcelain, tin, iron, copper, but how many will you see this exquisite teapot?

One by one, the onlookers were amazed.

Xin Zhizhou looked at Liu Zhizhou even more admiringly, why is this old boy's luck so good? Not to mention anything else, when you are free, you don't use this pot and cup to drink tea, even if you put it in your hand to play, it is also a great pleasure. Then he looked into the distance, Zheng Jiazi hugged left and right, sitting on the ox cart, the ox cart had reached the corner of the street, the beautiful and quiet little line seemed to be talking to Zheng Jiazi, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

I sighed in my heart, this head of the industry had better luck, he was born so lowly, but he finally got together with this young man. Needless to say, with this covenant alone, there are few teenagers in Da Song who can compare.

This covenant is not only rich and noble, there are not too many rich and noble sons in the capital, not only must be rich, but also have that talent and that cultivation. I don't know what kind of Yayo is behind the stone tablet, and what kind of Yayo is located in those vashes.

He sighed lowly, "Good things, good people." ”

Without this little wonderful person, how can there be this good thing?

Liu Zhizhou smiled proudly, and under the reluctant eyes of everyone, he closed the brocade box and left.

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This trip was not as windy as the previous ones.

It's ridiculous to think about it, Zheng Lang actually went out very rarely. The mutual beating between Xiao Zheng and Gao Yanei in the front was also counted on Zheng Lang's head, and the Dragon Boat Festival in the back was beaten again. That's the bad side. Then to the good side, the Poetry Society, the Flower Society, and the Beijing. That time did not cause a sensation in the township, and even the old lady and several prime ministers were alarmed in the end.

Only this trip came quietly and went quietly.

But this elegant object still caused a little discussion.

When Liu Zhizhou arrived in the capital, he asked the old lady to call and asked him to bring this tea set into the palace, and the old lady wanted to take a look.

Liu Jing didn't dare to slack off.

The old lady took it out of the brocade box, looked at it for a long time, and finally asked, "Liu Qing, are you willing to use it for tea?" ”

Liu Jing didn't know how to answer, and finally said honestly: "Sometimes there are sometimes, but most ministers are reluctant, just for fun." ”

"This Zheng family, is it possible that he has a seven-trick heart?" The old lady had fun while playing.

Liu Jing couldn't see it, but could hear the old lady's laughter.

If you know each other, just hand it over. However, Liu Jing also committed evil at this time, it's not that he doesn't understand, it seems simple, I'm afraid that he will spend a lot of effort for this thing in his later life. If it is for the sake of the old lady, donating the heart of the future life will hinder the clearing of the name. Where to sit and pretend to be confused.

The old lady had no choice but to give it back to him.

It's not a word, the next decree says to write a word to the mourning family. This is a utensil, and it was made by people who put down the frame for the master. If you ask for it, the Qing ministers outside will quarrel again. It is also forbidden to ask the minister for gifts from students to teachers. After talking for a while, he let Liu Jing leave.

After Liu Jing left, Luo Chongxun said indignantly: "This person doesn't know what to do. ”

"Don't say much, if someone else sends it, mourn the family and keep it...... He must have given it, and this thing was given by him in the afterlife, so he naturally could not bear it. Luo Qing, don't mention this in the future, to prevent the ministers from having to do more. ”

"Whoa."

"I just don't know if that Zheng family will come to the capital."

It's easy to come to the capital, summon it, and tell the meaning tactfully. If you don't make sense, then let others send you away, just shout it out and make a pot for the mourning family. If you don't accept it, you have to accept it. has been wronged by the sky, and no one has to prove it for him!

Thinking of this, the old lady laughed happily.

However, at this time, she wanted Zheng Lang to come to the capital, but Zheng Lang didn't come. Not only did she not come, but almost within half a year of growth, she didn't even go out of the house, and she became a yellow flower girl raised in a deep boudoir.

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