Siheyuan: Returning to 61 to collect waste

Old Xu smiled, carefully pulled out an item from the antique shelf, placed it on the desk, and said, "Xiao Ye, I'm not sure about this bowl. I've consulted many people, but I still can't come to a conclusion.

"

Ye Chuan's eyes were focused on a plain white bowl on the desk, with delicate peony patterns blooming before his eyes.

He picked up the bowl and looked at it for a while. On the bottom was written: "Made in the Kangxi Period of the Qing Dynasty."

He examined it carefully, holding the bowl in front of his eyes and savoring the patterns meticulously, while Old Xu sat quietly without interrupting.

About ten minutes later, Ye Chuan put down the bowl in his hand and rubbed his slightly tired eyes.

As he waited expectantly, confusion was written on Lao Xu's face. He got this bowl many years ago, and even several industry experts could not give a conclusion.

Ye Chuan spoke, his words revealing a sense of analysis: "Mr. Xu, this item is called 'Tri-color Dragon Pattern Flower Bowl'.

But I must say straight out,

After hearing the last words, Old Xu realized that he might have reservations about this artifact.

"It's okay, Xiaoye, just tell me what you have to say.

"

"I guess this bowl is not the real thing, but a replica.

"Ye Chuan pointed out the key.

Old Xu noticed that Ye Chuan said "imitation" instead of "forgery" and was puzzled by this.

Obviously seeing his confusion, Ye Chuan explained: "We often say 'fake' means imitation, and the complexity of this bowl is beyond the ordinary.

It may be a work of a master from the Republic of China period. Whether it is the body, shape or glaze color, it is all of the highest craftsmanship; it is just slightly lacking in painting.

"

After taking the bowl, Mr. Xu pondered and asked, "What does the word 'plain' mean in the name of the plain three-color dragon-patterned flower bowl? It's obviously brightly colored."

Ye Chuan smiled, showing a bit of contempt for Mr. Xu's question. This was a common question among novices, and he could be considered an amateur at best.

In terms of painting, the work uses a variety of techniques such as five-color, doucai and colored powder.

Unlike ordinary paintings, the whole picture does not use red, so it is called Su Sancai! Although the red element is missing, the coloring of this bowl still follows the growth law and color tone of peony, choosing purple, yellow and light green.

The creator outlines the peony and then fills it with color.

It’s just that the author’s imitation traces are vaguely visible, lacking the unrestrained and free charm, which makes me guess that it is a replica from the Republic of China period.”

After listening to this, Mr. Xu nodded continuously. He was still skeptical at first, but Ye Chuan's words were confident and his professional terms were fluent, which showed his in-depth research in this area.

This was a treasured item of his, and he had high hopes for it, but when he heard that it was a replica, he couldn't help feeling disappointed.

Ye Chuan smiled and said, "Mr. Xu, don't be too disappointed.

Although the bowl is a replica, its collectible value is still extremely high and is comparable to the original.

The porcelain body is thin, smooth, and beautifully shaped. The glaze is white like ivory and crystal clear, which conforms to the classic characteristics of the Jingdezhen official kiln during the Kangxi period.

Even if the value is slightly different from the original, it is very small. "

Hearing this, Mr. Xu felt a little better.

I had asked someone else to appraise it before, and they came to a similar conclusion. They just thought that the bowl was not authentic, but they didn't have a clear reason.

Ye Chuan not only gave reasons, but also analyzed the advantages of the object in detail.

"Look, Mr. Xu, the depiction of the peony leaves is very accurate, because painting peony leaves has always been the most difficult. As the old saying goes, 'Flowers can be added, but leaves cannot be copied.'

The technique used in this imitation of the peony branches and leaves is too rough, failing to embody their fullness, freshness and colorful beauty.

If you weren't so obsessed with authenticity, the value of this bowl would be much higher."

After talking for a long time, Ye Chuan's lips were a little dry. After drinking some water, he continued, "By observing the author's use of intaglio patterns of dragons playing with pearls, we can infer that this artist must be a great man with superb skills. It's just that he over-pursued the authenticity of the image to a certain extent!"

Old Xu couldn't help but secretly praise in his heart: "The value of this replica is amazing, the real thing must be even more outstanding!"

Ye Chuan also sighed: "Indeed, the peony on this bowl does not use bright red or pink, but focuses on the beauty of elegance and artistic conception, which perfectly captures the unique essence of peony and can be called the work of a master of that era.

This kind of painting technique is very likely to be from the royal family. I really want to know what it really looks like!"

As a history major, his interest in this type of objects stems from his academic experience, and after coming to this era and mastering the identification skills, his interest has become even stronger.

Coupled with Mr. Xu's identity, Ye Chuan combined these two points to fully demonstrate his academic strength.

Mr. Xu was naturally very satisfied, and even felt that Ye Chuan was a treasure.

In this information age without the boundless knowledge of Baidu and Sogou, the only way to learn the boundless knowledge is to read.

In Mr. Xu's opinion, behind Ye Chuan's confident expression, there must be a lot of accumulated reading.

How can we not admire such a young man who loves to learn?

The sixty-year-old Mr. Xu wanted to continue showing his collection to the study and seek advice, but the door of the study suddenly opened and Mrs. Xu walked in with a slightly dissatisfied look on her face.

"Old Xu, it's already past eight o'clock, and Xiao Ye has to go to work tomorrow.

"

Mr. Xu glanced at his watch and realized that it was already past eight o'clock. He apologized hastily, "Oh, I forgot the time. Is Master Ma still here?"

The lady glanced at Mr. Xu and complained, "How dare I leave without permission? Unless you give me a word.

"

Mr. Xu smiled shyly and said, "Let Master Ma take Xiao Ye home.

"

It was already half past eight when Ye Chuan returned home. The lights in the house were still brightly on and his parents were waiting patiently for him to come home.

Before leaving, he asked Han Pang to inform his parents not to worry about him, and they would go to bed early.

However, Ye Yongshun and Liu Yue did not fall asleep immediately. They stayed in the room silently watching over their son.

As soon as I entered the house, the two elders immediately came forward to greet me.

Facing the somewhat surprised Ye Chuan, Ye's mother asked:

"Baby, haven't you rested yet?"

Although it was nearly eight o'clock in the evening, they usually went to bed early at this time, but now they delayed going to bed because they were worried about their son going out.

Liu Yue blamed:

"You are not safe outside, who will take care of you?"

Ye Chuan smiled and said, "It's okay. I had dinner with my boss and we just drank a little and chatted, and we didn't get drunk.

"

After saying that, he gently placed the gift from Mrs. Xu on the table.

Ye Chuan knew nothing about Mrs. Xu's gift.

When Liu Yue unpacked the package, his eyes suddenly brightened. The cloth bag contained four huge apples and a piece of fat pork belly, which was estimated to weigh at least two kilograms.

Ye Yongshun also noticed the importance of the gift and said with a sigh, "This gift is too generous. Chuan'er, return it to the leader tomorrow."

Ye Chuan took a glance and said casually, "Mom and Dad, forget about the leader's intention.

We can use these to make braised pork."

Faced with this suggestion, Liu Yue hesitated. Ye Yongshun felt that he should not easily accept this valuable gift, after all, it came from a high-level official.

Seeing this, Ye Chuan yawned to show his tiredness: "I'll go to sleep first, and we'll deal with the rest tomorrow."

Back in the bedroom, he was still full of thoughts and excited about the opportunity he had today. Being able to access such senior leadership relationships and decades of life experience, he was full of confidence in life.

How to rationally utilize the resources provided by the four factory managers is his top priority at the moment. As for the pork belly, it is not the focus of consideration at all.

Late at night, Ye Chuan was immersed in thoughts and dreams and fell asleep unknowingly.

The next morning, after breakfast, the father and son went to work respectively. Qin Huairu also said goodbye to her family and hurried to the steel mill.

This was the start of her first day at work, and her heart was filled with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation - the anxiety came from the unknown challenges of the job she was about to face, and the joy came from officially becoming a part of a large state-owned enterprise.

After entering the factory and arriving at the seventh production workshop, the director checked her work letter and immediately arranged for an experienced old technician to guide her learning.

The skilled master chef, who was about 40 to 50 years old, looked at the pretty Qin Huairu in front of him with a little surprise. He didn't expect to work hand in hand with such a beautiful new employee.

"Qin Huairu, this is Technician Qi who is assigned to be your master. He is a level 5 fitter. You will learn under his guidance from now on.

"

After hearing the introduction, Qin Huairu nodded and said, "Hello, Master Qi!"

However, the technician said nothing and led Qin Huairu straight to the work site.

After arriving at the destination, he gave a detailed introduction to the daily tasks of a fitter and various work tools.

Listening in chaos, Qin Huairu heard all this for the first time, and some of the words were even difficult to recognize.

She only attended primary school for two years in the countryside, barely escaping the level of illiteracy.

After Master Qi explained in detail for a while, he took the tools and said, "Xiao Qin, try to follow my steps!" However, Qin Huairu took the tools timidly, thought for a long time, looked at him pitifully and replied, "Master Qi, I really don't know how."

"No?" Master Qi was a little surprised.

This kind of work is the most basic and simplest for him. He has taught many apprentices, but has never met anyone who doesn't know how to do it.

This was the first time that this had ever happened to Qin Huairu.

He had no choice but to squat down and demonstrate again, then handed the hand tools to her again.

However, Qin Huairu imitated him, but at the beginning she couldn't even master the most basic posture and strength.

With tears in her eyes, she begged, "Master Qi, can you please teach me again?" This made Master Qi quite embarrassed and he could only demonstrate again and again.

After a few minutes, he found himself going crazy.

Qin Huairu would make mistakes even in something as simple as putting a pie on a puppy. It was unclear whether it was due to poor brain coordination or clumsy hands.

He had to teach her again and again, and she made mistakes again and again, and it took her a full half hour to barely pass.

During this period, Master Qi began to doubt his own life. Usually, such basic movements could be mastered without a second demonstration. Now it was rare for Qin Huairu to take so long. At this rate, today's work would almost be in vain.

Qin Huairu also felt deeply aggrieved.

Washing clothes, cooking or doing rough work in the fields were no big deal for her, but the skills of locksmithing... were extremely difficult!

At the same time, Yi Zhonghai was working in the second workshop with an anxious mind, his mind full of images of Qin Huairu reporting to work.

When Jia Dongxu first got married, he didn't think there was anything unusual.

Unexpectedly, Qin Huairu gave birth to a healthy boy in just two years at the Jia family, and then gave birth to a second child, Xiaodang.

Thinking of this, Yi Zhonghai couldn't help but feel moved.

Because his wife had been unable to bear children, even though he appeared calm on the surface, he actually felt regretful about it for many years.

Especially when Qin Huairu successfully became pregnant for the third time, he became more determined in his mind: this woman is really capable, and giving birth to a child is like a piece of cake for her.

Watching Jia Dongxu and his wife closely monitoring him, he was unable to do anything.

It was not until Jia Dongxu had an accident and was paralyzed in bed that Yi Zhonghai's heart became active again.

If he could let Qin Huairu give birth to a child for him in the name of taking care of his apprentice, he would choose to divorce even if he faced all the blame - having someone to take care of him in his old age is always better than anything else.

So Yi Zhonghai hastily asked for leave from the workshop director, without even changing his clothes, and went straight to the seventh workshop.

After arriving, Yi Zhonghai went directly into the director's office.

Seeing that it was Yi Zhonghai who came to visit, Director Xia quickly stood up to greet him.

As a level 7 technician, he is known as a potential level 8 fitter in the factory. Director Xia has special respect for him, and even the factory director has to pay more attention to him.

"Master Yi, what brings you here?" Director Xia asked with concern.

Yi Zhonghai responded with his usual smile: "Director Xia, I'm sorry to disturb you at work.

Actually, there is a question...about my apprentice."

Director Xia Ri nodded gently, with a bit of regret in his tone: "I heard that such a good young man, what a pity, is the apprentice you have taught for so many years."

Yi Zhonghai performed a deeply emotional scene: “Alas, ever since what happened to my apprentice, his wife has taken over the factory.

My disciple told me this morning to take good care of her, so I want to talk to you about something. I wonder if you are willing to help?"

"Master Yi, please go ahead. As long as it's not a matter of principle, we can discuss it!" Director Xia Ri responded cheerfully.

Then Yi Zhonghai spoke, as if he was explaining a major proposal: "His wife is Qin Huairu, who was assigned to your workshop seven.

I would like to ask you to transfer her to a workshop so that I can teach her locksmithing skills directly. What do you think? "

Upon hearing this, Director Xia Ri suddenly realized that the woman who had just reported in that morning was the family member of Disciple Yi, and she was just a junior apprentice.

He immediately agreed: "It's a small matter. Master Yi just needs to communicate with the first workshop in advance, and I can transfer him to another position at any time."

When Yi Zhonghai heard the answer, he immediately suggested: "Then let Qin Huairu follow me now, and I just need to say hello to Director Song first."

Director Xia Ri said without any doubt: "Well, Master Yi, please wait here for a while. I will go and call Qin Huairu over."

He then opened the door and walked into the workshop.

At this moment, Qin Huairu was trying hard to master the locksmithing skills. Her mentor, Master Qi, felt extremely disappointed and confused. He could hardly believe that there were such slow-witted people in the world.

More than two hours passed, and Qin Huairu seemed to have gained nothing, which made him deeply confused and dissatisfied. After all, the other party was just a young apprentice, and a girl at that.

Just at this moment, Director Xia's voice interrupted his teachings.

"Huai Ru, pack up and report to a workshop with Master Yi. You will work there and Master Yi Zhonghai will personally teach you." This sudden news made Master Qi very happy. It was like seeing the sunshine driving away the dark clouds. He could hardly contain his inner ecstasy.

He finally got this pig-like woman away. If she had stayed one more day, he would have gone crazy.

Master Qi stood up quickly, trying to suppress his emotions, and reminded: "Hurry over and learn from Master Yi. Master Yi is one of the top technical masters in our factory!"

Director Xia did not notice Master Qi's little emotion. He nodded in agreement and walked towards the office with his hands behind his back.

Then, Qin Huairu walked into the director's office with her head lowered and saw Master Yi at a glance.

"Huai Ru, come with me to the workshop. I will personally teach you how to be a fitter in the future."

At the moment of farewell, the two followed Director Xia and left workshop 2 and went to workshop 1.

The director naturally respected Master Yi's face and thought that a new apprentice was insignificant.

What's more, the woman is not only beautiful, but also pleasing to the eyes in her spare time.

When they arrived at the site, Yi Zhonghai patiently began to teach Qin Huairu the basic benchwork operations and technical points, and encouraged her to get started.

Master Yi was shocked when he saw that she couldn't even complete the simplest task.

"When you were in Workshop 7, didn't Lao Qi tell you the specific steps of the work?" Yi Zhonghai asked puzzledly.

After explaining quietly, Qin Huairu still answered helplessly: "I said... but I still don't know how to do it..."

Feeling a little regretful for bringing Qin Huairu to his side, Yi Zhonghai could see clearly that she was indeed studying hard, but her comprehension was lacking.

"Let me teach you again, and then you can practice more. I have some things to deal with here, so I can't accompany you the whole time."

Qin Huairu nodded vigorously, concentrating on observing every step of Master Yi's operation, but she still made mistakes repeatedly when she tried it herself.

During this time, Director Song from a workshop also stood behind Qin Huairu for a while and found that her way of working was so clumsy that it was unbearable.

Despite this, he did not say anything because this was the person Yi Zhonghai personally requested to be introduced, and she was the wife of Jia Dongxu, the former workshop clerk.

In such occasions, he always has to give a certain amount of face.

While working, Yi Zhonghai did not forget to glance at Qin Huairu from time to time.

During breaks, he would put down his work and come over to give her some advice, but he found that her progress was pitifully small.