"Of course, Grandpa, you don't know how much I like purple clay teapots. This beautiful teapot is full of an indescribable charm that makes people indulge in it. Oh my god! The ancestors of China are really amazing. They can create such a beautiful thing. I really like this beautiful purple clay teapot."
Sure enough, this kind of praise made the old man smile again. It can be seen that the old man enjoyed this kind of praise. Even though Yang Jing was not praising him, Yang Jing's praise of the purple clay pot seemed to be no different from praising him in the eyes of the old man.
The old man grabbed a stool from his side and handed it to Yang Jing. Yang Jing took it and sat down opposite the old couple.
"What's your name, young man?"
"My name is Albert Yang. Well, this is my English name. My Chinese name is Yang Nan." Yang Jing naturally would not give out his real name, so he could only give out his second cousin's name.
"Yang Nan? That's a good name." The old man nodded slightly. "Then did you come here just to see the birthplace of purple clay teapot culture?"
"Grandpa, coming here to see it with my own eyes is just one of my purposes. I heard from my friends that there are many purple clay teapot masters here, so I thought that if I could buy a purple clay teapot made by a master, it would be my luck. It would save my dad from showing off the purple clay teapots passed down from the Republic of China..."
The old lady was amused by Yang Jing's words and laughed again. She turned her head and said a few words to the old man, but she spoke very quickly and Yang Jing really couldn't understand her.
After listening to his wife's words, the old man hesitated for a moment, then said to Yang Jing: "Young man, as the saying goes, meeting is destiny. You came to our Dingshu Town and met us, which is also destiny. I happen to be able to make purple clay teapots. Since you like purple clay teapots so much, then come with me into the house and take a look. If you like any one, I will give you a set as a reward for taking pictures of us."
"Ah? Grandpa, you also make purple clay teapots? Then you must be a master."
The old man smiled and waved his hand and said, "What kind of master is this? I have been making purple clay teapots since I was a child and have been doing this for my whole life."
As he said this, the old man was about to stand up, but it was a little difficult. Yang Jing hurried forward and helped the old man up.
"Oh... I'm old! One has to accept the fact that he's old!" After standing up, the old man patted his waist and said with emotion.
"I think you are still in good health, Grandpa. By the way, Grandpa, you must be eighty years old this year, right?"
The old man shook his head and smiled, "Not yet, but almost. I am 79 years old this year, and I will be 80 next year. Alas, when you reach this age, you don't have many years left to live."
"Look at what you said. With your strong spirit, I think it will be no problem for you to live to be ninety-nine."
The old man was so amused that he burst into laughter.
After following the old man into the antique wooden door, the scene inside the room made Yang Jing gasp.
This house is a two-story brick and wood building. The room on the first floor, which is similar to a living room, is about 20 square meters. However, this room does not have the furnishings found in ordinary living rooms. There are no sofas, coffee tables, TVs, etc., but in the middle of the room there is a rectangular table that is two or three meters long and more than one meter wide. There are many tools and half-made purple clay teapots placed on it in a messy manner. This should be a workbench.
On the four walls of the house were four handmade wooden racks, almost reaching the ceiling and almost covering the entire wall. All of them were filled with purple clay teapots, including individual teapots and complete sets of teapots and teacups. They were densely packed on the racks, and it was estimated that there were hundreds of purple clay teapots.
The most important thing is that each of these purple clay teapots is full of an indescribable charm. This charm cannot be described, but it makes people feel extremely comfortable when looking at it. Even though Yang Jing is not very proficient in purple clay teapots, he can see at a glance that these purple clay teapots are definitely the best of the best.
These purple clay teapots are definitely not comparable to those on the market.
Yang Jing turned his head and glanced at the old man who was still smiling. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind: "Could it be that this old man who looks no different from an ordinary country old man is also a master of purple clay teapots?"
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