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Chapter 158 The pottery making competition begins! (seeking subscription)

Chapter 158 The pottery making competition begins! (seeking subscription)
The clay pot making competition is finally about to start.

The event was held in a large park. The organizer built a large tent in the park and prepared all the necessary facilities.

Because the publicity date of the competition is relatively long, there are also a lot of people who sign up.

When Chuhe and the others came to the competition site, they found that it was already crowded with people.

However, many people seemed to come here with the mentality of watching the excitement.

Liu Zixi grabbed Tang Wanjun's hand and encouraged her, "Come on! You are the fattest!"

"How did you talk!" Tang Wanjun patted Liu Zixi's butt lightly.

"It's not okay to spank my girlfriend in public!" Lu Xinye stood up at this time and maintained fairness.

Tang Wanjun glanced at him, "When I spanked her, you weren't here yet!"

This sentence seemed to take advantage of Lu Xinye, causing everyone to laugh.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Chu He said to Tang Wanjun, "Hurry up and sign in, otherwise you won't be able to participate even if you want to after the time has passed."

"Okay." Tang Wanjun nodded, and looked at each of them: "You must cheer for me!"

"Don't worry, the kind that breaks your throat." Qiu Mingjun encouraged.

After Tang Wanjun left, Lu Xinye asked Chu He: "Is she really okay?"

Chu He smiled and shook his head: "She has studied in a pottery family for more than two weeks, so she has learned it."

"It's so powerful, I'll have a better look at it later." Lu Xinye was surprised.

But what Chuhe was more worried about was Tang Wanjun's ability to burn pottery. She had never touched this thing, and she failed in Pan Desheng's house several times, and wanted to give up several times.

It was Chu He who taught patiently from the side, and then finally fired a successful piece of ceramic.

"Dear gentlemen and ladies, hello, I am the host of this Jinling pottery making competition. Today we gather together to appreciate the traditional Chinese culture and art. This is our luck and our misfortune. .”

"Why do you say it's unfortunate? How about I ask the audience present."

The host on the stage was very good at adjusting the atmosphere of the competition venue. Although he was not very good looking, as the saying goes, people rely on clothes, Buddha depends on gold clothes, and his suit also added a lot of points to him.

The host swiped left and right, and finally fixed his gaze on a little girl, and he stretched out the microphone in front of her: "Do you know what pottery technology is?"

The little girl shook her head: "I don't know."

"This is our misfortune." The host immediately took the microphone back, "Many young people today have forgotten this cultural tradition, and they all like games, King of Glory, so this is why we hold this competition. the goal of."

Listening to the host's opening remarks, many people frowned.

Even Lu Xinye complained: "What kind of host is this? He actually made fun of children."

After hearing the host's words, Chuhe also felt a little uncomfortable. It is true that the inheritance of traditional culture is getting less and less, but it cannot be denied in person.

However, he didn't pay much attention to the words of the host on stage, but looked at Tang Wanjun.

She had already signed her name at the front desk, got the competition card, and came to the corresponding position, waiting for the start of the competition.

After Tang Wanjun sat down, she immediately looked for Chu He and the others.

After several seconds of searching, she finally saw Chuhe's gaze.

So she smiled and waved towards him.

Chuhe stretched out his fist and made a gesture of cheering.

"Okay, let's not talk nonsense, let's invite today's organizer, Ms. Cao!" Seeing that the contestants are almost all here, the host invited the organizer to come up.

Walking up was a middle-aged woman with tawny hair. Her professional attire made her look unique. She first gently pulled her hair, then took the microphone and said with a smile: "Hi everyone, I am Cao Yun, my father is a potter of the older generation, dedicated to countless ceramic crocks, and he loves this technical work very much.”

“However, due to physical reasons, he is now lying on the hospital bed. I asked him what his unfulfilled wish was, and he said that he just wanted to promote this traditional technology. This is why I organized this competition. "

“Hopefully everyone can fire the best clay pot and win our grand prize!”

As soon as the words fell, many people gave positive applause.

Lu Xinye was even more regretful: "Oh, I would have learned how to make clay pots if I knew there would be a grand prize. What a pity, what a pity."

"Come on, you, just like you have been fishing for three days and posting on the net for two days, you will be a ghost if you win the prize." Qiu Mingjun complained.

Lu Xinye's eyes widened: "The surname is Qiu, what are you talking about, look at the trick!"

Taking advantage of Qiu Mingjun's unpreparedness, Lu Xinye slapped him on the back of the head.

Liu Zixi scolded: "Don't always bully Mingjun."

"Zi Xi, you are his girlfriend only because you are blind." Chu He fanned the flames.

Seeing that the enemy was outnumbered, Lu Xinye had no choice but to withdraw his troops, diverted his attention, and said, "It's started, the game has begun!"

Sure enough, they all saw that all the contestants were applying mud.

Chuhe could see that the organizers seemed to be very careful this time, using high-quality mud without mixing any mud.

And because Tang Wanjun entered the arena relatively early, so the position in the competition is relatively early.

Because many people were blocking in front, Chuhe simply led them to the side of the entrance hall to watch Tang Wanjun's game from a better angle.

Tang Wanjun didn't know if it was because of her nervousness. She didn't control the strength of digging holes well at the beginning, and the strength was too strong several times.

After failing several times in a row, Tang Wanjun burst into tears, knowing that the first stage was only an hour long.

If a decent pottery shape is not produced in the first stage, it will be eliminated.

Seeing this, Chuhe shouted, "Take a deep breath! Relax!"

As soon as this sentence was shouted, everyone looked at him.

A second later, all the participants secretly took a deep breath.

Tang Wanjun was amused by Chu He's words, and suddenly felt relaxed.

She plastered the mud again, adjusted the speed of the drawing machine, and regained control of the strength of the hole.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and many people left the venue early without even finishing an hour.

For them, they participate just for fun.

Some children even picked up the mud and played on their own.

There should be less than fifteen people actually competing.

Just as everyone was seriously making clay pots, Chuhe found that in the backstage, there seemed to be two staff members who were recording something while watching the situation on the field.

Maybe it's logging progress.

This was Chuhe's initial thought.

But he guessed wrong.

(End of this chapter)

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