Chapter 223 You Are Worse Than a Child
"Who is it?" Gu Fei was a little curious about who called. It was a little strange to ask such questions.
"It's that guy Lu Chengyi." Song Tingxuan put his cell phone aside and picked up a piece of meat for Gu Fei.
Gu Fei couldn't believe it when he heard the name, so he called to ask this question.
But she immediately realized that Lu Chengyi became a father again yesterday, and now he is a novice and knows nothing.
"It seems that he is quite sensible."
Song Tingxuan smiled and didn't reply. If he didn't behave a little, his wife would run away. Did he really think Yang Ke was stupid, the kind of person who would be moved to tears just because he made some compensation after hurting her once?
Yang Ke still has a very bad temper, otherwise he wouldn't be so aggressive towards Mrs. Lu.
He called again just after we finished our meal.
"Ahhh, help me, Qiuqiu peed all over me!"
"..." Song Tingxuan couldn't help but pinch his nose when he heard this, and his voice became helpless, "Can't you change your clothes?"
"He's still crying."
"He was uncomfortable, so of course he cried."
"Is it so difficult to take care of a child?" Lu Chengyi was peed all over and his clothes were soaked. Anan, who was standing next to him, couldn't bear to watch it anymore and came over to help.
After what happened yesterday, he became more talkative. "Dad, you're so bad." Then he started to clean up the mess himself.
When Song Tingxuan heard what Anan said, he also used it to complain about him: "You are not even as good as a child."
“…”
Devastated, Lu Chengyi silently hung up the phone and watched his eldest son changing Qiuqiu's diaper. Although his technique was not skillful, it was better than his.
"Why can't you wet the diaper when you change it? Anan, have you learned this?" Lu Chengyi asked standing beside him.
Anan ignored him, threw the changed diaper into the trash can, and sat back after everything was done.
Lu Chengyi felt that he had lost all face. He was actually not as good as a nine-year-old child.
Song Tingxuan didn't know what was going on here, but they were going to set out again in the afternoon to continue their tour.
In the afternoon, they came to a historic village, which was inhabited by elderly people.
Hengheng was very surprised when he came here. The history and houses here are very old. I heard that the history here is several hundred years old, and some of the wooden houses are even 500 years old.
"Does it really have a history of 500 years?" Hengheng's eyes lit up after hearing this number. "That's amazing!"
"City F is rich in ceramics, and the ceramics produced here are all handmade." Song Tingxuan now fully acted as a tour guide and told Hengheng about all the places here one by one.
Hengheng became even more excited after hearing this. He pulled Song Tingxuan's sleeve and said, "I want to see how ceramics are made like this. I want to see it!"
"There's really nothing we can do with you." Song Tingxuan could only take Hengheng to the last old store that was still in business.
I was even more surprised as soon as I entered. I didn't expect to see all kinds of ceramics displayed inside. It was really dazzling.
"What kind of bottle do you want to buy?" An old voice sounded beside them. Looking in the direction of the voice, they saw a hunchbacked man with wrinkles all over his face, which were formed because of his smile. He looked to be in his seventies.
The hands are full of wrinkles left by the years, which makes people sigh that time is unforgiving.
"Hello, Grandpa." Hengheng greeted Grandpa very politely, "I want to see how these bottles are made."
When Grandpa heard this, he looked at him with a smile on his face that deepened. "Come with me."
As he said this, he walked ahead, and they followed him into the house.
Inside is a place where ceramics are made, and there are also several elderly people making ceramics inside.
Although they looked old, their movements were very skillful. The lump of mud seemed to come alive in their hands, slowly taking shape.
"Do you want to try it?" Grandpa asked Hengheng.
"Is it okay?"
"Can."
As he said that, he took Hengheng to a deserted place, had him sit down, put an apron on him, and then taught him.
Song Tingxuan and Gu Fei stood aside and watched him. The old man next to them enthusiastically pointed to an empty chair and asked them to sit down and wait.
Hengheng wanted to make a jar, so he slowly put his hands on the clay to shape it.
"Take your time, there's no rush." Grandpa instructed from the side.
Song Tingxuan and Gu Fei sat beside them and watched them, their eyes filled with the joy of being parents.
Hengheng worked very hard, but making ceramics is not something that can be done well in just one go. The ceramic he made is very bumpy and not round at all.
After spending about an hour, Hengheng looked at the bottle he made and said to his grandfather with a smile: "Can this be burned?"
"Sure." The old man nodded and stood up and said, "Thirty yuan for one session, plus the firing cost, a total of eighty yuan."
When he heard that it only cost 80 yuan, he was stunned. If it were in City B, it would probably cost more than 150 yuan.
I didn't expect it to be so cheap here. Hengheng went to wash his hands and took off his apron. He saw the old man here and fell into deep thought.
He sat next to one of them and asked, "Grandpa, how long have you been doing this?"
"I have been doing this for most of my life. I used to think about making a living, but now I am thinking about finding someone to pass on this craft to me."
"This is so interesting, why doesn't anyone want to learn it?" Hengheng asked in confusion.
"All the young people in the village have gone to big cities to develop their careers. Only we old people are left. We all have one foot in the grave. Who can we turn to?"
Hengheng chatted with them for most of the day, and finally, as it was getting late, he said goodbye to them and went back with Gu Fei and the others.
Sitting in the car, I couldn't understand why no one was willing to learn it?
"Mom, why are they still doing those things when they are so old? And why is no one willing to do this?" Hengheng looked at Gu Fei with confusion in his eyes.
"We do this because it's work. No one does it because nowadays, mechanization is very serious. Manual work is not as fast as machine work, and machine work is more economical."
"Can that particularly beautiful pattern they drew be mechanized?"
“Some work and some don’t.”
After returning to the hotel and taking a shower, Hengheng lay on the bed playing with his tablet. He searched the Internet for the problems he couldn't figure out, but none of them were the problems he was looking for.
He snorted, threw the tablet aside and scratched his head in annoyance.
"What are you worried about here at such a young age?" Gu Fei asked after putting away his tablet.
"Grandpa and his family are so pitiful. They still have to work at their old age."
"So what do you want to do?" Gu Fei asked him.
Hengheng pursed his lips and didn't know what to say for a moment. This question was beyond his understanding and he knew very little now.
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