Quickly, I handed in the system

Chapter 12 The Ceramic Master (11)

Sancho didn't know how to describe his current mood, he was a little dazed and seemed a little excited.

The help she can get is limited, and most of the time she has to work hard on her own. Although she has lived like this all these years, the strange environment in different time and space still makes her feel uneasy.

But when she thought of what the system said, the higher the score, the richer the reward, she couldn't help but feel excited.

Although it is a strange time and space, her life safety is guaranteed, which is stated in the contract given to her by the system.

If she dies in a different time and space, she will be sent back to Water Blue Planet safe and sound.

That is to say, she can give it a go here, and maybe when she returns to Shuilanxing, she will be able to make a lot of money.

The character developed through years of life experience made Sancho not like to blame herself and give up on herself, so she decisively chose to take the initiative.

"Then hurry up and prepare your so-called video teaching, and I will start learning tomorrow."

As for why not today, because today she wants to take a quick shower.God knows, she hasn't taken a shower since she entered the hospital. If the air conditioner hadn't been turned on in the ward and she had been lying on the bed not moving much, she should be rotten now.

When Sancho came out of the shower, it was already an hour later, and she washed it three times.Fortunately, she is bald now and doesn't need to wash her hair.

The injury on his head was still not healed, after a lot of tossing, Sancho only felt dizzy, so he could only sit down quickly and take a slow rest.

There was a knock on the door, and Sancho thought it was the housekeeper who came to ask her to eat. When he opened the door, he saw a little carrot head who was slightly shorter than her.

Mr. Bian has a son and a daughter. This is Mr. Bian's youngest daughter, Bian Yunzhu, who is five years old this year.

When Xiaoluotou saw her, he grinned, "Sister Xin, I'll ask you to eat."

"New sister?" What kind of strange name is this?

Little Luobotou is a bit chubby, and her voice is like a baby's. She tilted her head and explained solemnly: "You are a new sister, so of course you have to call me new sister!"

Sancho nodded, yes, Xiaoluotou also has a sister, who is her freshly baked second uncle, the daughter of the second master of the Bian family.

Bian Erye's name is Bian Minghe, and he has two sons and one daughter. His daughter Bian Yunwei is 13 years old, one year younger than her.

"The grandpa housekeeper said that your head was injured, and asked me to lead you slowly, let's go, I will lead you." Little Luootou stretched out his hand.

Sancho stretched out his hand in a funny way. Little Carrot's hand was very soft and tender, completely different from Zhaodi's hands. This is the comparison and portrayal of the fate of the two girls.

Holding the hand of the little carrot, Sancho walked downstairs. The little girl had a serious face and strictly followed the three words of walking slowly. She was not happy with Sancho walking fast, so she pulled her hard to walk slower.

The meal was very happy and harmonious, everyone's parents chatted briefly, and Mrs. Bian and Mrs. Bian would bring her food from time to time, ask her what she likes to eat, and whether there is anything missing in the room.

The Bian family is really different from the rich family in the impression of ordinary people. There is no intrigue, the family atmosphere is warm and harmonious, and the children are well educated.

After the meal, everyone dispersed, and while the butler led her to digest, she was familiar with the environment and structure of the manor.

In summer, the sun is long, and the sun in the sky has not completely set. The huge manor is shrouded in the setting sun, which has a different kind of beauty.

Walking to the back of the manor, a building quite different from the overall environment of the manor caught Sancho's attention.

"Grandpa, where is that?" Sancho asked, pointing to the somewhat crude-looking building.

The side housekeeper looked in the direction of her finger, then simply led her to change direction and walked towards the building.

"This is the pottery workshop of the Bian family, and there is a kiln behind it." The housekeeper said as he walked.

"Why is the pottery workshop in the manor?" Sancho was puzzled. Isn't this where the Bian family lived? What is a pottery workshop here for?

"It's not that the pottery workshop is in the manor, it's that the pottery workshop came first and then the manor." Butler Bian explained.

"Firing ceramics, the craftsmanship of the pottery master, the glaze and the kiln are very important. This kiln is an old kiln that has been used by the ancestors of the Bian family. Fortunately, it was not damaged during the war. After the war ended, the old man They built this manor around this old kiln."

The two walked into the workshop as they talked. There were piles of ores piled up on the ground in the workshop, and the shelves in the workshop were filled with all kinds of mud that had already been formed.

The housekeeper pulled Sancho back a few steps, not letting her get too close to the mud blocks, lest she touch them.

The workshop in the Bianjia manor produces high-end fine ceramics, some of which can even be used as collections after they come out of the kiln, each of which is expensive, and breaking any of them is a great loss.

Not only the loss of the Bian family, but also the loss of the master pottery.

"These are already processed billets, which can only be glazed after being dried in the sun. If you want to look, there are already glazed and fired porcelains over there."

Butler Bian felt that Sancho might not be interested in these semi-finished products. After all, in the eyes of the little girl, unglazed porcelain should be nothing more than a mass of molded clay, dusty and nothing to watch.

"I want to see this grandpa first." Contrary to what Butler Bian thought, Sancho's eyes were full of appreciation and admiration.

She used to be busy enough just to earn a living, and never had time to visit museums and exhibition halls. The porcelain she most often came into contact with in her life was the dishes and cups she used, which were truly mediocre.

She knew that fine china was exquisite, but she had never had a concrete concept of it.

But now she has.

"You like these?" Bian Butler was slightly surprised.

He thought that children nowadays should like those shiny things, such as diamonds and gems. You must know that Yunzhu and the others never liked to run to the workshop, and they never thought the porcelain at home was so beautiful.

Sancho stared intently, with a firm tone, "I like them, they are beautiful."

It's really pretty!
The porcelain on the shelf, some are thin, some are thick, thin, even if it is in the state of mud, it seems that you can vaguely see the light penetrating through it, and the thick ones, just looking at them from a distance, make Sancho feel a sense of urgency. Kind of majestic.

But whether it is light or thick, they are all exquisite in shape, and all of them are exquisitely crafted.

Butler Bian smiled, as if he was very pleased with the fact that Sancho liked these mud embryos.

"Come on, I'll take you to see the glazed ones and the ones that have been out of the kiln. Those look better."

Sancho reluctantly followed the butler to the workshop, and after a few steps, an old master came out.

The old master saw that Butler Bian was a little surprised, he stepped forward and patted Butler Bian on the shoulder, and said happily: "I heard voices outside from inside, and thought it was some bastard who came back to get things after throwing things away, but I didn't expect it to be you."

"Pfft!" Sancho couldn't help laughing.

Butler Bian is already in his sixties, but this old master calls him "your boy", which really makes her a little disillusioned.

But Mr. Guan's age seems to be in his seventies. In front of him, Butler Bian is really just a kid.

　Huh, I haven't collected a new book for two days. Every time I open a new book, I wonder if my writing is not good-looking.

　　I need favorites and comments to encourage, whether it looks good or not, where there is room for improvement, please let me know.

　　
　
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