Today, she really gained a new understanding of how thick her skin was.
After passing through countless archways and corridors, just when Zhang Moyan felt that she was completely confused, the scene in front of her eyes suddenly changed, and an ancient and quiet courtyard came into view.
The kiln room wasn't the brick-built steamed bun kiln I'd imagined, but a separate small courtyard. In the courtyard, a large pear tree and banana trees grew, beneath which stood a stone table and bench. Entering through a circular archway, one could see a deep, spacious brick-and-wood main house. Bright lights streamed through the hollow, carved window lattices. The house, nestled among the sparse shadows, quietly bathed in the twilight, creating a tranquil and picturesque scene.
Zhang Moyan felt an irrepressible excitement at the thought of meeting the master who had once re-fired Ru porcelain that was comparable to that of the Song Dynasty.
After climbing a few short steps, you will reach the entrance to the room. Xiao Xingyu asked Uncle Chai to guard the door and he walked in himself.
Of course Zhang Moyan also stepped in. As she had said, she had made up her mind. As long as Xiao Xingyu didn't ask her to leave, she would assume that he allowed her to follow him.
She had even thought about it. If Xiao Xingyu asked her why she stuck to her like a piece of clinging cloth, she would say, "As a bodyguard, of course I have to be by her side."
But Xiao Xingyu didn't ask that question. Perhaps he had become numb after being chased for a whole day.
This room is very large, and it looks like a studio. Rows of wooden shelves are neatly placed with various gray-white porcelain embryos in the shapes of bowls, bottles, basins, plates... There are a dazzling array of them and a huge number of them. Although they are all unglazed plain pieces, they have regular shapes and beautiful lines, and each piece exudes an extraordinary and ancient elegance.
Behind the wooden frame is a gas kiln that is half a body taller than a person. It looks like a huge double-door refrigerator. Through the small hole in the door, you can see the orange-red kiln fire burning inside. This also explains why the temperature in the house is much warmer than outside.
Walking past the wooden rack, there is a long table in the middle of the room, one meter wide and five meters long. In addition to the various porcelain blanks like those on the wooden rack, there are also more than twenty small plates filled with different powders arranged in two rows. They look very similar to the condiments such as chili powder and pepper powder displayed at the stalls selling dry goods in the vegetable market.
Next to the long table stood a large vat. An elderly man, dressed in a light grey coat and with a head full of white hair, sat hunched over it. The vat was filled with a well-mixed khaki liquid. Zhang Moyan knew it was called glaze, used to coat the unglazed pottery.
The old man was holding a blank of a plum vase upside down in his right hand and was carefully dipping the whole vase into the glaze water. Just when he was about to pick it up, he noticed someone coming in. He turned around and looked at the uninvited guest over the top of his square glasses. After seeing who it was clearly, he was stunned for a moment, and with a "plop", the plum vase fell into the glaze water tank.
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