Handbook of Nonhuman Research

The villagers in Kaiyang Village basically make a living by firing porcelain and related activities, and most of them are surnamed Wang, and they are related to each other.Residents at the head and street of the village are not only neighbors, colleagues, but also relatives.

Therefore, when the young man took Wang Xuan and the others to drive to Master Wang's house, he kept saying hello to everyone he met.

"Uncle Three."

"Five aunts."

Greetings came and went.

Although Wang Xuan and Zhao Wugou in the car were new faces, Kaiyang Village was one of the villages that produced the best porcelain, and it was common for people who ordered porcelain to come directly to their door, so the villagers were no strangers to it.Apart from being a little amazed by Zhao Wugou's handsome face and couldn't help but look at it a few more times, he didn't pay much attention to it.

There are three porcelain-burning masters in the entire Kaiyang Village, all of whom are cousins ​​of the "Yan" generation, and they are called Wang Yanliang, Wang Yanxi, and Wang Yanshan.

The person Wang Xuan contacted for an interview was the oldest master among them, Wang Yanliang.Seven years ago, the Star Light Cup he fired won the Double Gold Award of Huaguo and Global Porcelain Cups.

Mr. Wang, who has been featured in dozens of newspapers, magazines, and TVs, and who is considered a well-known person in the distant village, is actually a thin, short, and energetic little old man.

When Zhao Wugou and the others arrived, as if he was not afraid of the cold, he was only wearing a single white linen jacket, and was drying in the yard.

Behind the old man was a little boy about seven or eight years old, wearing a tiger hat and long khaki down jacket, he looked like a little tiger at first glance.

"Second Uncle, I brought the guests back." Entering the courtyard, the young man with an inch cut let out a loud voice.

The old man slowly put down his sleeves, which were rolled up twice, and walked out of the drying rack.

"Master, thank you for allowing us to shoot." Wang Xuan greeted him with a very sweet mouth, carrying the supplements he bought from Jingbei Tongxitang. Vague, claiming that it was a family 500 years ago.

"Sit in the room for a while, and lunch will be ready soon." The old man didn't speak much, but his Mandarin was surprisingly standard, without any local accent.Judging by the smile on his face, it is obvious that he likes such polite and thoughtful young people as Wang Xuan and Zhao Wugou.

A friend came from afar, and it was lunch time again, so he specially arranged a 'reception banquet' for Wang Xuan and Zhao Wugou at his home.

After entering the room, Master Wang communicated with Wang Xuan about the key points to be photographed, and within a few minutes, he finalized the shooting itinerary for the afternoon.

"Dad, the meal is ready." A middle-aged man with a face very similar to Master Wang opened the cotton curtain and walked into the room.

"This is my son and my big apprentice. He and his wife are today's chefs." Master Wang raised his finger and pointed to the middle-aged man who entered the door.

Firing porcelain is a complex and delicate craft that has been passed down for thousands of years.In a village with an orderly inheritance like Kaiyang Village, most people still follow the ancient teachings and will not accept outsiders as apprentices.

Master Wang also follows the old etiquette and only accepts his surname. His apprentices all have dual identities such as sons and nephews.

When Zhao Wugou walked into the dining room after washing his hands, there were already four or five people sitting there, except for Master Wang who was sitting at the table, Master Wang's senior and junior apprentices, and a man with broken flowers that Zhao Wugou had never seen before. Middle-aged women in aprons are busy serving dishes.The little boy who was standing in the courtyard with Master Wang just now was sitting on the ground next to him playing with toy trains.

According to Master Wang's previous words, Zhao Wugou guessed that the one wearing the apron should be the daughter-in-law of one of the chefs.

On the window sill of the dining room stood two peony parrots, one with a gray head and green feathers, and the other with a yellow peach face, sharing millet with love.

"One grain for you, one grain for me, one grain for Xiaohui, one grain for me, one grain for you, one grain for me..." The one with the gray head flexibly pulled the pile of millet among them with his paws, Huang Tao stared Heidouyan watched seriously.

The intern looked at the gray head speechlessly, you liar!

Everyone had their lunch happily.

After dinner, drink tea and digest food, Master Wang's nephew, who went to the village entrance to pick up Wang Xuan's little disciples, told a joke about the little boy Wang Xuan and the others saw in Wangsun Temple worshiping.

Unexpectedly, instead of laughing, Master Wang and his son were all shocked.

"Did you really see a little boy in blue?" Master Wang's son put down the teacup in his hand, with unconcealable surprise on his face.

"Well, it's about the same height as your son, wearing a blue short-fronted padded jacket and trousers..." Wang Xuan, who was looking at the pattern on the teacup, nodded carelessly, and then looked at Zhao Wugou confirmingly, "Master, what is that kid wearing?" Do you remember the color pants?"

"The light in the temple is not enough, but it looks black. By the way, his hairstyle is also very similar to your son." Zhao Wugou pointed to the only little boy in the room. After taking off the hat, you can see the characteristic peach-shaped hair.

"No, it's impossible!" Master Wang's son's lips trembled and his face changed dramatically.

"Chunsheng!" Old man Wang slammed the teacup on the table heavily, causing the tea to spill out.

Only then did Master Wang's son realize his gaffe in front of the guests, and silently lowered his head.

Zhao Wugou frowned, what's going on?Judging by the attitude of the Wang family, it looks like a ghost.

After this, everyone was a little embarrassed, and hastily drank the rest of the tea in the cup, Wang Xuan went to the car to get the camera, and started filming with Master Wang.

According to the records of Tiangong Kaiwu, Song porcelain generally requires 72 procedures starting from the selection of the veins of porcelain stone and porcelain clay.

In addition to the well-known procedures such as casting and glazing, there are also more professional processes such as piles.

When talking about porcelain, Master Wang in front of the camera talked a lot more, clearly and logically.So far, he still abides by this ancient process in making porcelain.

During the interval between interviews, Zhao Wugou, who was stomping from the cold, stood alone by the stove and warmed up. When his mouth was dry, he suddenly saw the third watch not far away holding a cat's claw coffee and beckoning to him, "My lord, Your Majesty!" Let me bring you a cup of coffee."

Zhao Wugou: ……………

why are you here

Your Majesty is outside.In the middle of the night, he pouted at the ostentatious Rolls Royce by the side of the road.

"Why are you here?" Zhao Wugou raised his forehead.

"Your Majesty said..." Midnight paused, remembering Yan Jun's words on the way, "A business trip."

Zhao Wugou: ……………

When I got busy, time passed quickly, and it was dark in a blink of an eye.Thinking about the family member who was on a business trip by the side of the road, the intern took a few mouthfuls of dinner in a state of anxiety, and then slipped out on the pretext of going for a walk to digest food.

"Wait for me, I'll go too." Wang Xuan signaled him to wait.

Helpless Zhao Wugou: ……………

"Hey, is that your boss's car?" After leaving the door, the sharp-eyed Wang Xuan found the Rolls Royce.

"Ah."

"What is he doing here?"

Zhao Wugou was quiet for two seconds before saying, "...on a business trip."

"What a coincidence!"

Zhao Wugou: ……………

Do you believe in such a bad reason?

"Let's go, let's go say hello." After eating several meals, Wang Xuan had a very good impression of Zhao Wugou's handsome and wealthy overbearing boss.

In the end, Wang Xuan, who had only arrived at Kaiyang Village for a long time, enthusiastically dragged the "chance" minister who came here on a business trip and visited Kaiyang Village with "the friendship of the landlord".

Kaiyang Village is a village with a rather simple layout and architectural style. It has a long history, and it is said that it can be traced back as far as the Tang Dynasty.Whether it is a residence or a porcelain workshop, many of them retain the appearance of hundreds of years ago.

Because I was used to working overtime, it was just nightfall, and the whole village was covered with lanterns.From time to time, villagers and children passed by Zhao Wugou and the others who were walking.

"I was thinking in the afternoon, looking at the appearance of this village, there must be a lot of antiques! Maybe we can find something missing or something." Wang Xuan thought of it and stared at the lintel of the passing house. You can't stop looking at the exquisite carvings.

"Don't even think about porcelain. This place is full of experts in porcelain." Zhao Wugou said mercilessly.

"Get out!" The door Wang Xuan was staring at suddenly opened, and a middle-aged woman with a short bun threw a little boy out of the door to 'reflect'.Before going in, she waved a long board angrily and "slapped" the little boy's buttocks twice.

"Tsk!" Wang Xuan grinned and turned his gaze, as if he was the one being beaten, "Why is this eldest sister like my grandfather, who likes to beat people with a plastic shoehorn?"

"Shoehorn?" Yan Jun glanced at Wang Xuan lightly, "That's a wat board, made of ivory."

What?Wat boards of ivory?Wang Xuan looked at Yan Jun and Zhao Wugou, "Are you sure?"

"My boss said yes, so it must be." Zhao Wugou nodded firmly.It is impossible for Yan Jun to admit his mistake.

"Damn! Baby, what is your fate?" Wang Xuan looked at the little boy who was crying and patting his door, and for a moment didn't know whether to sympathize with him or envy him.

After walking around the box-making workshop for two steps, Wang Xuan smelled like a gas bomb, and quickly pinched his nose. "Wow, what a smell!"

Looking further ahead, less than ten meters away from them, a lady in purple was turning over a black porcelain jar at the gate of the courtyard. Inside seemed to be pickles made by herself, and the smell was overwhelming.

Zhao Wugou looked at the mother-in-law several times curiously.

"Why, you didn't have enough for dinner?" Wang Xuan couldn't take it anymore and dragged Zhao Wugou and Yan Jun forward quickly, until they reached the upper air outlet, avoiding the poisonous gas attack, and then stood still.

Zhao Wugou shook his head, "With your eyesight, it's better to give up the idea of ​​picking up leaks."

"Why, is the pickle jar of the Dark Eight Immortals also an antique? No, you said it yourself. They make porcelain. They must be well-known. It is impossible to pickle pickles with valuables. Even if the jar is hundreds of years old, it must be Those from folk kilns are not high-quality goods, and they are not worth much." Wang Xuan skillfully hooked Zhao Wugou's neck with his right arm, and looked back at the jar.

Yan Jun stared at Wang Xuan's right hand coldly.

Si Geng couldn't bear to look directly and covered his eyes, boutique?Brother, if you don't take your hand off the judge, I'm afraid that your arm will become useless!

"The jar is indeed worthless, but the lid of that pickle jar is a bronze mirror in auspicious language." Feeling the chill behind him, Zhao Wugou felt blessed, and quickly lifted Wang Xuan's right hand from his shoulder.

"Besides, her bronze mirror is large in size and has a lot of words, and its market value is at least 15 yuan." The intern added.

Wang Xuan: ……………

I rely on!Baby everywhere!What kind of bosses live in this village?The ivory wat board beats the child, and the bronze mirror presses the pickle jar?

"However, I'm a little strange." Zhao Wugou looked at another child passing by them, "Have you noticed that the children in this village basically don't wear blue?"

"That's right, and when we mentioned the little boy in the temple wearing blue clothes, Master Wang's son's expression didn't seem quite right. Is there any strange custom about firing porcelain, such as not being able to wear blue or something? Yes." Wang Xuan's mind was wide open, and he even searched the Internet, but found nothing.

"It's okay, I'll ask someone to inquire about it." Wang Xuan, who failed to search, looked around, and finally ran to find the mother-in-law who was flipping pickles, pinching his nose.

"Is it cold?" After the light bulb left, Yan Jun immediately looked at Zhao Wugou with concern.

The intern shook his head, "Aren't you and Tianjun busy with arrangements recently?"

"It's 'he' who is busy with the layout, you and I just need to be responsible for turning our faces." Yan Jun told Zhao Wugou about the plan he and Tianjun have discussed so far, expressing that he and Zhao Wugou are in this big drama It's just a supporting role.

"And my business?" The intern thought he was a melon eater.

"Master, guess what I asked?" Wang Xuan ran back with a mysterious expression.

"Blue is unlucky?" Zhao Wugou casually guessed.

"Damn, why didn't I learn my lesson?" Wang Xuan choked, and punched himself on the head, he shouldn't have guessed.

"what happened?"

"Everyone who burns porcelain believes in Fenghuo Immortal Master. It is rumored that in order to burn the best porcelain, one must sacrifice oneself to the furnace like Fenghuo Immortal Master, especially the effect of boys is the best. Wang Sun is the one who is offered in the temple That one died in the sacrificial furnace. The villagers believe that his soul protected the dragon kiln in Kaiyang Village, and was able to produce top-grade porcelain. It is said that Wang Sun wore his favorite blue clothes when he sacrificed the furnace, so Children in Kaiyang Village tend to avoid this color. On the one hand, they are afraid of bumping into the kiln god, and on the other hand, they also have the meaning of avoiding their own children to "sacrifice the furnace." Wang Xuan, who poured beans from a bamboo tube, said that After reading it again, I scratched my head again, "Also, that mother-in-law also said something, but I don't think it's possible."

"what's up?"

"The mother-in-law said that Master Wang's family actually had an eldest grandson who died of an inexplicable illness a few years ago. But everyone in the village thought that he might have sacrificed his grandson to the furnace in order to burn the old grandson that he had obtained a few years ago. The batch of porcelain that won the international gold medal made him famous."