After putting out the fish, the four Ma Dan children were very responsible and started looking at the fish. Liang Chuan didn't care. If someone needs the fish, just take it. Don't have the mentality of getting something for nothing. Can you help?

It's better to understand other people's difficulties.

Catching fish is an entertainment thing in itself, and is done on a whim. Nanxi River is rich in water and grass, and there are so many fish in the river that make people feel itchy. Catching them back for everyone to replenish their health is also accidental. If this fish is caught every day

If the income is still enough, you can consider placing a large piece of fish clam to start an industry.

Several children watched quietly. Liang Chuan did not stay. He came to Fengshan. Li Erhua's craftsmanship was now unique. Yang Xiu's family craftsmanship was something he had always wanted to see! Sichuan's kimchi, I think.

I thought I'd have something to drink with it later. With something so refreshing and delicious, Liang Chuan's mouth couldn't help but flow out.

Liang Chuan thought of the guy who slept in the upper bunk. After graduation, he went to Guangdong for two years, but failed to make a name for himself, and finally returned to Sichuan. The two of them had always been marginal figures in the class in college, but the two

The two of them were the kind of people who refused to admit defeat, so the two of them made a lot of fools of themselves. After graduation, every time I think back on it, the two of them would burst into tears on the phone, and they would always pick up something from the past and tease each other.

Liang Chuan couldn't remember how many kimchi this buddy had brought from his hometown. When the two of them had no money, they went to the canteen to get a bowl of cheap rice. There were no side dishes or soup. The two of them could eat many meals just with kimchi.

.The sour and refreshing kimchi sometimes feels more fragrant than the big pot dishes in the canteen, and it has a taste of home.

Because he likes to eat, Liang Chuan will also ask his classmates for advice on how to make such delicious kimchi. This is not a trade secret anyway, and the classmate talks about it very happily, and usually pours all the beans to Liang Chuan.

There are not many pottery vat-making businesses in Fengshan. Each home can have at most one water vat, or a rice vat for better ones. Even so, the business is not easy. A vat can be used for decades, and if it breaks, it can be replaced by a hoop.

The tank maker should repair it instead of throwing it away. Whether this business is popular in Fengshan depends on whether the Zheng family has opened a store. If there is no store, it means there is no business at all.

Liang Chuan searched all afternoon and asked many villagers who shook their heads. Liang Chuan asked until he reached Xinghua, and then someone pointed him in the direction. There is a pottery jar shop in Xiayuan. It may be difficult to find it. Now this one

If you click on it, it might get dark too.

Xiayuan, like Fengshan, is a township under the jurisdiction of Xinghua County. It is more remote than Fengshan and is located in the upper reaches of Nanxi. To get from Fengshan, you have to pass through Xinghua County first. The difference between the two townships is

The people here are poorer than Fengshan, and the folk customs are more fierce than Fengshan. The officials in Xinghua are very strange. Fengshan is a rich town, and Xiayuan is so poor that they have to eat tree bark, but they can still collect taxes every year from here.

Take away a lot.

After Liangchuan passed the county seat and walked along the riverside path, a Nanxi stream fed all the people of Xinghua. The stream here became clearer and clearer, and became more and more rapid. The river channel became narrower, and the exposed rocks on the riverbed became smaller.

More and more, it took thousands of years of grinding to create the geological landforms we have today.

As soon as Liang Chuan entered the boundary of Xia Yuan, the villagers here looked at Liang Chuan with some ill intentions. Fortunately, Liang Chuan always had a face that was harmless to humans and animals, and he did not carry any sharp weapons. He looked like a gentleman to everyone he met.

Hello, I asked politely about the location of the pottery jar shop.

Xiayuan pottery jars are quite famous, because Xiayuan produces a kind of soft mud with high viscosity and strong plasticity. The texture is very fine and belongs to loess. It is specially used to make pottery jars and has unique advantages. It can be made in the county.

It has the breathability of pottery and a hint of the toughness of porcelain, which is a unique blessing. Furthermore, this place is located in a mountain forest, so digging a kiln and burning vats requires a lot of wood, and it is also very convenient to get water.

If I had known better, I would have brought He Baozheng here with me. This old boy has been busy in the fields these days. He is just waiting for a spring rain to help him water the crops in the field so that the buds can grow. But Hengjian is waiting.

Go, but there's no sign of rain.

. People are becoming more and more worried. Planting crops on the north bank of the Nanxi River is such a headache. Seeing the water in front of you, you can't get it. You can only carry buckets to the stream and bring buckets of them, which are far away.

After a day of exhausting work, I still can't water my own land.

The houses in this place become more and more dilapidated as you go further back. Many of the thatched houses made of lumps of earth and bricks have cracks. Some of the cracks are so big that it is a bit shocking to see. The land here is even poorer than in Fengshan, with only mountainous terrain.

There are only twos and threes of dry land, and the crops planted have not yet sprouted.

"Brother, may I ask if there is anyone selling pottery jars here, big jars like that?" Liang Chuan asked an older farmer.

The old farmer didn't see what he was doing, but he looked like he was very busy. He didn't even raise his eyelids and said, "Go further by the stream to Yaoxia Village."

Finally I got some clues, "Thank you, bro."

Liang Chuan continued walking along the river bank, but the further he walked, the more something felt wrong. Logically speaking, a village like this that relied on craftsmanship should be in pretty good condition. However, the further back he walked, the more desolate and dilapidated the village felt. On the top of the mountain

The exposed yellow soil on the soil becomes clearer and clearer, which is indeed different from the common red soil in Xinghua.

First one, then two, three, and then more and more pottery jars appeared beside the road, and then dozens or hundreds of pottery jars were lying quietly beside the stream, on the roadside, and at the foot of the mountain. Jars

The dark brown glaze on the wall shines dazzlingly in the sun, as if telling the ancient atmosphere of this ancient village's handicrafts. The pottery jars scattered on the roadside are all damaged, and the degree of damage is quite serious.

There is a boundary stone on the side of the road with the two characters "Yaoxia" written on it.

You can see a workshop in Liangchuan at the entrance of the village. The workshop is so dilapidated that it looks like it is about to collapse. The old bamboos supporting it are shiny with oil, and small plants seem to have taken root among the thatch piles.

Four or five men are working on crafts in the workshop with their heads buried in the ground. Each of them is covered with a thick layer of mud. If they sit quietly in the workshop, someone who doesn’t know better would think they are clay sculptures. They are old, young and old.

There are several women, and the scale of this workshop looks quite large.

Seeing Liang Chuan coming, everyone in the workshop was indifferent, and even the passion for doing business was gone. Liang Chuan looked at the work in their hands for a long time before he came back to his senses. Although there was no passion for doing business, they treated this

The seriousness of the work is really not something to be boasted. Every time you hit the clay, you will drop it hard and then rub it hard. It will never wear down the foreign workers.

Liang Chuan was afraid of disturbing their work, so he shouted softly: "Is the shop owner here? I want to buy a vat."

"Brother Jin, someone bought a vat." A woman was sitting on a chair, rolling mud strips up in circles. When Liang Chuan asked, she shouted at the top of her lungs, "Wow, that's so breathtaking."

It was so powerful that it made Liang Chuan's eardrums ring.

A young man suddenly jumped out of a thatched hut next to the workshop. He was very young. Unlike other vat-making masters, this young man was much more energetic. When he saw Liang Chuan, he was even more affectionate, and he was wearing a pair of rag shoes.

Ran over.

"Brother, do you want to buy a tank? What style do you want? Let's go and show it later."

After Liang Chuan followed, there was a wide open space behind the thatched house, with dozens of jars neatly stacked, some large and some small, some had been glazed and sparkled in the sun, and some had not yet been glazed.

But the naked vat looks like a porcelain vat.

"Now, all the tanks we made are here. You can choose what kind of tanks you want."

"Are you the shop owner?" Liang Chuan asked curiously.

"Yes, just call me Lao Jin." Lao Jin said humbly. The young man's name is Lao Jin, but he doesn't look much older than himself. Moreover, people in this era have to do heavy work for a long time.

They all age very quickly. If they look young, they are really young.

Liang Chuan couldn't help but take a closer look at Lao Jin's face. I'm afraid this kid wasn't much older than him. He said, "You're not that old either, so why are you called old?"

Lao Jin grinned and smiled sheepishly: "We don't talk about size, but seniority. In terms of seniority in this craft, our family is the oldest, and I am in charge of this vat kiln. So they can either

My name is Brother Jin, or Lao Jin."

"So that's it, your business doesn't seem to be very popular."

"There's nothing I can do about it. Things are getting worse year by year. New officials have come, saying that they will always implement benevolent policies and the people will live a good life. Everyone has gone out to make a living. I feel that this business is not as good as before.

Done."

"What's the reason?" Liang Chuanman asked.

"Our craftsmanship has been passed down from generation to generation. Year after year, everyone is pounding clay, kneading clay, wire rods, trimming, drying, glazing, and firing in the silent pottery workshop. The days are watching.

It's very comfortable, but this business requires both dexterous hands and great patience, and the products you make don't look like porcelain.

The utensils are so aesthetically pleasing, and this business is no easier than farming. Year after year, there are only a few broken kilns in our village. It used to be called Yaoxia Village. They used to make vats, but later they refused to do it. Now,

Apart from the older generation, there are not many young people who rely on this kiln for a living."

Speaking of this, this young craftsman seemed to be worried about their profession: "It is said that now is a peaceful and prosperous age. Young people have gone to wealthy areas such as Bianliang, Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Who is willing to stay in the mountains and learn this?

Promising work."
Chapter completed!