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Chapter 154 He Is The Treasure Boy (Subscribe)

Early the next morning, Tang Wanjun made an appointment with Chuhe to go to a DIY design house.

As soon as Chuhe walked out of the school gate, he saw Tang Wanjun pacing back and forth waiting.

Wearing casual clothes and a pair of sunglasses on his head, he looked more like he was going to climb a mountain.

After seeing the Chu River, Tang Wanjun immediately went up to meet her and said excitedly, "Let's go, let's go."

Because the last time Chuhe went to JDZ for an internship was two or three years ago, and he was not good at learning at that time, he just studied for two or three days, and then he left.

So Chu He told Tang Wanjun: "I may have forgotten how to do it. If not, don't laugh at me."

"How can I laugh at you? I'm very happy if you can accompany me."

Tang Wanjun felt comforted when she thought that all her roommates had something to do today, and only Chu He sacrificed his time to accompany her.

That DIY design house is not in the city center, so Chuhe and the others decided to take a taxi there.

Along the way, Tang Wanjun told some interesting things about the previous school.

For example, since the last black post incident, my column has received a lot of attention on the school forum.

And many students also know the name of Chuhe.

In addition, they also read Weibo, and found that the screenwriter of "The First Half of a National Treasure" was also Chu He, so it was natural to substitute it in.

Chuhe listened beside him. In fact, these things were neither good nor bad for him.

One is that he didn't expect that the cultural relic stories he wrote would be liked by everyone, and the other is that he didn't want to be so famous in school at all.

He understands that people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong.

So he suggested: "Why don't you sign my name on the articles I give you in the future."

Tang Wanjun was puzzled: "Why?"

"Because it's not necessary. Think about it. What they read is the article, not my name. How about I join your column?" Chuhe explained solemnly.

Tang Wanjun thought for a while and thought it was good, so she nodded: "Ahem, I formally invite Chu He to join our organization as the station master!"

After a while, they got out of the car.

The place they were going to was an old street, so Chuhe was also curious about how Tang Wanjun found the so-called DIY design house.

The street where they are now is called Xiguan Street. It is said that it was designed according to the Xiguan House in Guangzhou when wealthy businessmen from Guangzhou came to settle here.

But because there is no reason for neglecting to take care of it and not taking good care of it, even though it is a rich family, the grand style of the red family seems a bit lonely.

Even the stone lion at the door looked listless.

Seeing Chuhe East looking west, Tang Wanjun explained: "Didn't I do a traditional culture project before? I accidentally discovered that there was an old man here who had been making clay pots all his life, so after that time After the exchange, I became interested in making clay pots."

"So you participated in the clay pot making competition?" Chu He asked.

Tang Wanjun nodded: "That's right, today is the last day if you want to sign up."

Chuhe thought for a while, then shook his head: "Although I can repair clay pots, if you want me to make them, it may not be good-looking."

"It's okay. Maybe you will change your mind after you learn." Tang Wanjun seemed to be very reassured about Chu He's learning ability and urged him to go inside.

After Chu He and Tang Wanjun walked into the street, they found that the environment here was completely different from the outside.

The hustle and bustle outside was in stark contrast to here.

Although the doors of every house are open, the people inside are just basking in the sun or reading books.

A peaceful lifestyle is really enviable.

Tang Wanjun saw that the side door not far away was opened, and a man in his 30s came out of the door.

So she pointed at the man and said, "That's the DIY design house we're going to, and that's the owner."

When Tang Wanjun walked over, the man was obviously a little surprised, he explained with a smile: "Girl, my dad just went out for a stroll, if you want to find him, you may have to wait for a while."

"It's okay, I want to learn how to make clay pots today." Tang Wanjun's gentle and sweet voice seemed to add a bit of life to this cozy street.

"Okay, come and learn, it doesn't matter how many days you study."

Chu He looked back and found an elderly gentleman walking behind him, he was grinning, looking at Tang Wanjun.

Tang Wanjun went up to greet her, and greeted respectfully: "Grandpa Pan is good."

"Okay." Grandpa Pan nodded with a smile, and then greeted them into the house.

Before entering the house, Chuhe learned from Tang Wanjun that the middle-aged man just now was the son of Grandpa Pan, named Pan Jiaming, and it was he who opened this DIY design house.

Grandpa Pan’s real name is Pan Desheng, and he has been making clay pots for generations. Ever since he moved to Xiguan Street, he has never been idle. He teaches others how to make clay pots when he has nothing to do, and he enjoys it.

After entering the house, Pan Desheng glanced at Chuhe, and asked Tang Wanjun deliberately: "Did you bring your boy this time?"

"No, it's a classmate." Tang Wanjun felt embarrassed, and half of her face blushed immediately, and she immediately explained: "He is very powerful, he is a student majoring in restoration of cultural relics."

As soon as the words fell, Pan Jiaming's eyes suddenly lit up.

And the old man also looked at his son.

Pan Desheng immediately asked Chuhe to sit down, and asked kindly, "What's your name, little boy?"

"Mister, my name is Chuhe." Chuhe said his name.

"Are you also here to learn how to make clay pots?" Pan Desheng continued to ask.

Chuhe originally came here with Tang Wanjun, and planned to use his unprofessional pottery skills to give some advice, but unexpectedly, there are two ancestors here who both made clay pots.

So he had no choice but to say, "Well, I think making clay pots should be very interesting."

"That's right, that's right, there are very few young people nowadays who are as calm as you are."

Pan Desheng nodded, praised Chuhe, and then asked Pan Jiaming to put all the pot making tools in the middle.

When Tang Wanjun saw the drawing machine and the mud, she immediately rolled up her sleeves and was ready to do it.

Pan Desheng patiently taught the two of them: "What about you, first choose a piece of mud that is as soft as possible, put it on the drawing machine, then turn on the governor of the drawing machine, wet both hands, and put it on the mud. block."

"As the turntable of the machine turns, the mud is pulled up into a cone shape, and then pressed into a semicircle of steamed buns, repeating two or three times."

Pan Jiaming asked them from the side: "Do you know why you did this?"

The two father and son are like singing cross talk, one is funny, the other is flattering.

Chuhe was somewhat impressed with this step, so he replied: "It is to make the mud evenly without air bubbles, so as to prevent it from being cracked during firing."

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence: "Is that so?"

Pan Desheng nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, have you learned it?"

"I studied for two or three days before." Chu He explained sheepishly.

Tang Wanjun is not stingy with her praise: "He is a treasure boy, he can do everything!"

"Children can be taught, and they have a bit of wisdom. Come on, let's continue!" Pan Desheng smiled even more on his face.

(End of this chapter)