The rebirth of the wife and children

Not to mention anything else, just looking at the gate, the overall artistic conception will go up in an instant, and it will make people feel that the money spent is worth it.

Knock on the door, someone inside opened the door.

After some negotiations between the two parties, Director Jiang Yinghong took the lead to go in first.

It's quite spacious inside, at least it can accommodate parents and children like them, and it doesn't look crowded at all.

"Parents, please take good care of your children. Later, we will ask Director Ma to tell us the rules of the 'Italian Pottery' hall. In addition, Director Ma will also arrange staff to guide us how to make pottery. I understand. Yet?"

"Understood!" Someone really responded, and most of the others were silent.

Jiang Yinghong doesn't care about this either. Over the years, she has arranged more than one parent-child activity, and this kind of situation has been seen a lot.

Chapter 863 Mom Said Dad Eats Much, Like a Pig

"Curator Ma, I will trouble you to introduce it to everyone." Jiang Yinghong gave the microphone to a middle-aged man who looked about 50 years old and stood next to her.

His figure was a bit fatter, his stomach protruded slightly, and the top of his clothes sloped down from his chest.

Director Ma is always smiling, at least people don't find it annoying: "Hello everyone, everyone, I am Ma Tao, the curator of this Italian pottery museum, today I am honored..."

Director Ma also seems to be a master at long speeches. He talked for 10 minutes, and many people got tired of listening.

Today I came out to relax with my children. You did this thing again, and you also introduced the history and development track of the Italian Pottery Museum, and also introduced the development history of Laoshizi Ceramics and Bocheng. Is it useful? I missed today. How can I have time to accompany my children to play mud with you?

This is what most parents think.

Most of them have good conditions, but also because of this, they usually have a lot of occasions and entertainment, and they rarely spend time with their children.

Besides, when I'm at work, I've been holding meetings and training, so I'm not in the mood to listen to Ma Tao's 'nonsense' here this year.

If that's the case, it's better to chat with Boss Shang, maybe there will be some unexpected gains.

Jiang Yinghong also discovered this, and she interjected at the right time, ending this paragraph.

There was no more nonsense, and the parents were immediately separated. There were enough platforms in the Italian Pottery Hall. The platforms were not very high, and each was only about [-] centimeters high.

Each platform has turning points, various tools, and paints of different colors.

When Xiao Yuanbao saw these novel gadgets, she was overjoyed, and pointed at the various things on it: "Dad, play, I want to play."

It didn't take long for the staff in the Italian Pottery Museum to bring up the prepared mud sticks, and there was also some mud.

Shang Fuhai tried it with his hands, the mud sticks were still soft, and the mud had a viscous and delicate feel.

There are also staff next to them to guide them how to use various tools, how to slowly knead the mud strips into the shape they want through the turning machine, or use some molds in the museum to pour them. The gameplay is really novel.

"This can be regarded as improving our ancestors' ability to eat and play, and it can also let people experience the craftsmanship of ceramics." Someone beside him said with a smile.

Immediately, a staff member corrected him: "Sir, what we make is pottery, not ceramics. There is a difference between the two."

"What pottery and ceramics, don't they all have the same name?" This person really didn't understand, he was a little confused.

It's not just him, there are many people who don't know it. After hearing the staff member's explanation here, they immediately surrounded him.

The staff of the Italian Pottery Museum hoped that as many people as possible would surround them, in this case, they might be able to keep a few 'repeat customers'. With 'repeat customers', they would have a performance commission.

"Everyone, to put it simply, pottery and ceramics are two different things."

"First of all, their firing temperatures are different. The firing temperature of ceramics is generally above 1200 degrees Celsius, but our pottery doesn't need it. It can be around 900 degrees Celsius."

"In addition, the raw materials used are different. Ceramics have specific clay minerals, and many other raw materials are added. For example, kaolin is used as the base. Our pottery generally uses clay."

"And their hardness is also different..."

The staff blah blah blah, blah, blah, blah.

Someone asked: "According to what you mean, after we knead things out, we still have to sinter at high temperature, right? Do you have a high-temperature furnace here?"

"Sir, yes, there is a mini kiln behind our Italian Pottery Hall, which can fully meet the normal sintering needs of our Italian Pottery Hall."

Someone nodded in a serious manner, as if he understood, and said, "Oh, so that's the case. Then, can we just burn the things we made today and take them away?"

The staff is a little embarrassed now: "Sir, it depends on the situation. The main reason is that our mini kiln needs to save a certain amount before starting the kiln. In addition, it takes time to fire pottery like ours. We This belongs to low-temperature pottery, and it usually takes about 5 hours. We will check the time when we finish it later. If you can wait, it can be done under normal circumstances.”

Got it!

It's better not to say this, the 5 hours of firing time alone can dissuade 90.00% of the people. They come here to play with their children, not waiting for the 'finished product'.

Most parents are already busy with their children.

It is obviously difficult for most parents who lack hands-on ability to knead a finished product with mud sticks, but it doesn't matter, isn't there still a mold.

Not long after, there were chattering and shouting sounds in the Italian pottery hall, as well as the sound of adults bumping into something in a hurry, and the sound of the staff yelling to remind them to pay attention to safety.

From time to time, parents turned their heads and exchanged voices.

Shang Fuhai's communication here is obviously too much. From time to time, someone will come over and call him 'Boss Shang', and then say something that doesn't make sense.

Some praised his niece for being beautiful, like a little princess.

Shang Fuhai accepted these compliments frankly, but why are you talking endlessly, it's almost enough.

Standing up and taking a look, one by one, all the children's hands were covered with muddy water or traces of mud strips. In this case, the snacks and fruits he bought were immediately useless.

Shang Fuhai told Sun Qingde who was with him to bring in the snacks and put them at the door, and share them when they leave later.

At the entrance of the Italian Pottery Museum, Director Jiang Yinghong and Ma Tao, the curator of the Italian Pottery Museum, were talking.

"Curator Ma, I have caused you trouble today."

Ma Tao shook his head and waved his hands: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it can make the children happy, and I am also very happy."

Jiang Yinghong snorted, if you don't take my money, I really believe you, as for now forget it.

"Principal Jiang, I see that the parents of the children here are very well-educated, and the family conditions are good?" Ma Tao asked tentatively.

It's hard to say whether he is self-cultivated or not, but all of them are dressed neatly, and he has good eyesight. Just now, when he looked around, he found that these parents and children were well-dressed.

Jiang Yinghong was not very happy to talk about this matter, so she dealt with it with a smile and walked aside.

Ma Tao was thinking about how to turn these "potential customers" into his own customers.

Let's just say that today I agreed to let the kindergarten affiliated to Shixiao organize "parent-child activities". Ma Tao also wanted to turn these people into his own customers. do it.

Among the crowd, Xiao Yuanbao pinched and rubbed a piece of clay in her hand, she was so happy, this thing is really fun.

"Dad, it's fun, hee hee!" The little guy opened his mouth happily and laughed.

Shang Fuhai guided her intentionally or unintentionally: "Yuan Bao, what do you want to pinch?"

"Things? What are you pinching?" Xiao Yuanbao became confused again.

Shang Fuhai said: "For example, what small animals do you like, what toys do you like?"

Then something happened that Shang Fuhai never expected.

"Pig, Dad, I like pigs!" Xiao Yuanbao said hurriedly when she heard that it was true.

The little hand is still ready to move, how to pinch it?

Shang Fuhai was puzzled, you don’t like cats and dogs, why do you like pigs?

"Yuan Bao, why, don't you think puppies are cute?"

Xiao Yuanbao shook his head directly: "No way, the pig is cute!"

"Mom said Dad eats a lot, like a pig, I like Dad!"

grass! (There should be a voiceover here)

God logic!

When Shang Fuhai suddenly heard these words from his daughter's mouth, he was stunned at the time, and then he was furious.

Gritting her teeth to seek revenge from Xu Fei, this stinky bitch is really good, if you don’t teach me, she taught my daughter this, I’m so mad!

Xiao Yuanbao didn't know what her father was getting angry with, and continued to play with the mud strips happily, dipping some mud to moisten the mud sticks from time to time, learning quite quickly.

In the end, with the help of Shang Fuhai, Xiao Yuanbao was finally done, pinching a completely different pig out.

Shang Fuhai tried to persuade his daughter several times, but in the end they couldn't get it right. The little guy insisted on this. He was really speechless. He kept thinking in his heart that he must give her a good lesson when he went back after finishing the work.

Come here at nine o'clock in the morning and play until after eleven o'clock, a full two hours of busy work, not to mention children, even adults feel hungry and panic.

Shang Fuhai's snacks and fruits came in handy.

But it was obvious that he didn't buy enough, and finally distributed all the things to the children.

As his wife Xu Fei said, other children's parents were unwilling to let their children eat snacks, but it didn't happen.

The so-called don't look at the monk's face to see the Buddha's face, this is bought by "Boss Shang", and his daughters are eating it, so what are they talking about.

Do I have to say another sentence, 'there are additives in snacks, eating them is not good for children'?

Unless the brain is showing off.

After finishing today's brief 'parent-child activity', Jiang Yinghong said a few more words, nothing more than asking parents to accompany their children to do hands-on work, so as to cultivate their hands-on ability from an early age.

This makes sense.

Before leaving, Ma Tao, curator of the Italian Pottery Museum, gave each child a fired pottery product.

Most of them are cute little animals, and there are also some strange-shaped things. In the end, Xiao Yuanbao had to ask for a "pig", saying that she wanted to take it back to show her mother, and she pinched her with the help of her father. The four-faced 'pig' was also taken away, which simply reminded Shang Fuhai to remember to take revenge when he got home.

Chapter 864 Mr. Shang, I want to follow you

It is impossible to take revenge, so Shang Fuhai just talked about it.

On the car back, Wen Guangyong took the initiative to come to find Shang Fuhai: "Mr. Shang, when are you free, I would like to treat you to a meal."

Wen Guangyong still respects Shang Fuhai very much, most of which is because when his father had an illness last time and was in urgent need of medical expenses, he borrowed money from all the relatives at home, and no one lent him money again. Thinking of trying it out, he asked Shang Fuhai to borrow money, but he didn't expect that Shang Fuhai lent him 20 yuan without saying a word.

As for those relatives who did not lend him money, Wen Guangyong did not blame them. Except for his retirement allowance, most of the rest of his father's previous treatment was borrowed from relatives, perhaps because he was afraid of being borrowed. No, there is no hope of paying back the money.

It's not their fault, only their own incompetence.

Originally, according to Wen Guangyong's stubborn temperament and his level of dealing with people in the world, he really couldn't think of inviting Shang Fuhai to dinner. This meal by myself?

Does he care?

Wen Guangyong has always been embarrassed to speak, but this time he took the initiative to invite him, and it was Yi Qiuyun who taught him.

Yi Qiuyun always felt that Shang Fuhai looked at Wen Guangyong with admiration. After Wen Guangyong, the iron man, finally spoke up, in order to learn more about him, Yi Qiuyun asked him a lot about his past, including The part where Shang Fuhai lent him money.

Wen Guangyong didn't hide anything. He told Yi Qiuyun the reason for borrowing the money and how much money he borrowed. The money would have to be repaid sooner or later. What's the use of hiding it?

It was also the 'detail' that Wen Guangyong said that made Yi Qiuyun feel that her own guess was confirmed, so she encouraged Wen Guangyong to take the initiative to invite Shang Fuhai and treat him to a meal to express her gratitude. scene.

Shang Fuhai was very surprised, and couldn't help but look at Wen Guangyong more, he felt a little embarrassed, when he thought that Shang Fuhai wanted to refuse but was too embarrassed to refuse, he heard Shang Fuhai nod: "No problem, Mr. Wen, which day, tell me."

"Mr. Shang, you agreed?" Wen Guangyong felt that there was a high probability that he would be rejected, but he really didn't expect Shang Fuhai to agree so happily.

"Hehe" Shang Fuhai responded with a smile: "Why don't you agree, isn't there a meal that doesn't cost money?"

He said so, but the people sitting around him didn't believe it.

Or we treat you to dinner!

Don't even think about it, there are so many invitations like this, Shang Fuhai has not agreed to it a few times.

Also because of this, they were even more curious about Wen Guangyong, a simple and big man. Who the hell is this guy?

The bus stopped at the entrance of the kindergarten, and Shang Fuhai went home with his daughter in his arms.

"Fu Hai, why did you come back so early? You just started cooking. Hurry up and wash your hands and eat." Mother Zhou Xiumei said.

Both hands have been stretched out: "Yuanbao, come down quickly, grandma is holding it."

The little guy leaned out of his father's arms and ran into his grandma's arms in a numb manner. She was carrying a handbag in each hand, one bag contained the pottery doll presented by the curator Ma, and the other In the bag was the four-shaped figure she made herself.

"Yuanbao, what's in your bag? Is it heavy? Grandma will hold it for you." Zhou Xiumei asked her.

The little guy had a bright smile on his face, and she said proudly, "Grandma, this is the little piggy I made by myself. It's so pretty, just as pretty as daddy."

"..."

Shang Fuhai was speechless, why did this girl grow older and more annoying, she was no different from the one in memory, really annoying.

"Yuan Bao, come down for me, and see if Dad doesn't beat you." Shang Fuhai threatened her, but the little guy was not afraid at all, he tried his best to crawl into grandma's arms, and giggled.