The restoration of cultural relics starts from the live broadcast

Chapter 157 Is this a urinal? (seeking subscription)

Tang Wanjun pointed the camera at the fragments on the table.

Chuhe is putting these pieces in their proper place at this time, and he can even distinguish two pieces that are almost the same.

This point not only amazed the water friends in the live broadcast room, but even Tang Wanjun couldn't help admiring it.

"How did you tell them apart?" Tang Wanjun felt that her eyesight was really amazing.

Chu He smiled slightly, and did not give too much explanation, but simply said: "It's actually very simple, as long as you practice more."

This sentence made the fans in the live broadcast room unhappy.

[What is the difference between what you said and those academic masters, in fact, learning is very simple, just brush up the questions and you will be able to do it. 】

[Your words are different from what Jack Ma said. In fact, it is very simple to create Ali, just operate it casually. 】

All of a sudden, there was another difference in the live broadcast room.

Tang Wanjun was happy on the sidelines, talking to them and analyzing the steps to restore Chuhe.

Although, most of the time, she still wants Chuhe to explain in person.

After all the debris was collected, Chuhe said: "Our next step is to locate, mark each position of the debris, and then stick it together with glue."

After spending nearly half an hour, he finally glued the bottom of the bowl on.

After completing this step, he sat down.

"I'm so tired, I need to rest." Chu He wiped the sweat from his forehead and gasped.

Tang Wanjun took out a bottle of water from the chair and handed it to Chuhe: "Here!"

【I am sour. 】

[There are fruit on the tree, you and me under the tree, alas. 】

[A piece of heartbreak where to find a bosom friend. 】

Seeing that the rhythm of the barrage had started, Chu He stopped it aloud: "Hey, pay attention to our image, we are a high-quality crowd, what if we embarrass other girls later?"

Tang Wanjun unexpectedly chose to side with the fans: "I won't be embarrassed, they are all my friends, hehe."

【Fight! ! 】

【She is ours! ! 】

Seeing that the sky was getting darker and the surrounding lights were not enough, Chuhe said with disgust: "Okay, okay, let's see each other at this time tomorrow, bye~"

[Hehe, it's getting dark, we're going to fire! 】

【Be polite!It's getting dark, so hey! 】

【How did you talk? It's getting dark and I'm going to sleep! 】

Facing the teasing of these water friends, Chuhe couldn't laugh or cry, so he could only laugh: "Okay, okay, see you tomorrow~"

When Tang Wanjun saw that Chu He had turned off the live broadcast, she couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to continue repairing it?"

Chuhe pointed to the mobile phone screen: "It's too late, we should go back, there are classes in the evening."

Seeing that Chuhe and the others seemed to be packing up, Pan Desheng came out and asked, "Chuhe, is it repaired?"

"Not yet, I just mended the bottom of a bowl. Don't worry, I will come again at this time tomorrow. After all, Jun Jun hasn't learned how to make clay pots yet." Chu He explained.

Tang Wanjun smiled awkwardly, "I'm too stupid, so I have to trouble Grandpa Dopan a few times."

"It's okay, it's okay, you can come anytime."

At this time, Pan Desheng took out a card and handed it to Chuhe: "Chuhe, I asked my son to transfer 1 yuan in this card, and it will be used as the repair fee for this lotus bowl."

After saying that, Pan Desheng was ready to hand it to Chu He.

Chu He pushed his hands again and again and said, "No, no, old sir, you... just treat it as the tuition fee for me and Wanjun to make pottery."

"No, I must accept it. If you don't accept it, I will feel uncomfortable." Pan Desheng still insisted.

But Chuhe said again and again: "It's really unnecessary for the old man, the repair of this lotus flower bowl is not difficult."

At this time, Tang Wanjun didn't know whether to persuade Chuhe to accept him or not, so he just stood there stupidly, watching him as if he was playing Tai Chi.

Finally, Chuhe couldn't hold back Pan Desheng's insistence, so he said: "Why don't you do this, old man, after I finish repairing the lotus bowl, I will pick one or two exquisite pottery pots from the store as a thank you gift, you can do it like this No, I've long since fallen in love with your clay pots."

When Pan Desheng heard this, he became more cheerful, "I didn't expect people to like the clay pots made by my old man, good! You can have as many as you want!"

In this way, this Tai Chi pushing hands is finally over.

On the way back to school, Tang Wanjun asked Chu He: "Which clay pot do you like? Why didn't I see you paying attention to those clay pots?"

"Actually, I didn't look at it very carefully, but I don't think the old man should be charged. After all, the restoration of that lotus flower bowl is not difficult." Chuhe explained: "After all, not everything should be measured by money Right."

After hearing this, Tang Wanjun felt that it made sense, "After all, you made a lot of money last time, and you are already a super successful person."

Faced with Tang Wanjun's admiration, Chuhe could only smile embarrassedly.

In the next few days, in addition to attending classes every day, Tang Wanjun and Chu He came to Mr. Pan's store.

One is earnestly learning pottery techniques.

One is restoring a lotus pot in the backyard.

After three afternoons, the Chu River finally repaired the broken lotus bowl.

After opening the live broadcast room for three days in a row, the popularity reached its peak.

At the most time, the popularity value has reached 100 million!

When Chuhe was gently wiping the lotus bowl with a rag, a shiny Ru kiln sky blue glazed lotus bowl appeared in front of the big guy.

Pan Desheng looked at the lotus bowl on the table excitedly, as happy as a child.

He held it carefully, for fear of accidentally breaking it again.

Then, he took out three boxes and put the lotus bowls in them.

Pan Desheng looked at Chuhe with extremely complicated emotions: "Chuhe, I really don't know how to thank you."

"It's okay, it's okay, and, old man, I want to take your clay pot as a thank you gift?" Chu He reminded.

"Take it, take whatever you want! Those clay pots! I gave them to you! I'll ask my son to send them to you tomorrow!" Pan Desheng was even more generous, packing every 1000 yuan worth of pottery and gifting it to Chu. river.

Chuhe thought that Tian Guyi should like these ceramics, so it would be a good idea to give him two.

So he readily accepted, but he only needed four ceramic pots.

In the store, Tang Wanjun also looked at Chu He with pride: "Look, my masterpiece!"

Chu He looked at the clay pot on the drawing machine, fell silent for a while, and asked after a while, "Is this a urinal?"

"Piss on your head!" Tang Wanjun was so angry that he directly pulled his muddy hands on Chuhe's face.

(End of this chapter)