Li Yan made up her mind, so she asked, "Grandpa, can you make a smaller clay pot like this?" After that, Li Yan took out the prepared draft from her arms.
Worried that her description wasn't clear enough, Li Yan foresightedly drew a picture.
Old Master Chen walked forward and looked at the draft in Li Yan's hand. He saw two small bottles with narrow mouths drawn on the paper, which were quite different from the large earthenware jars he had made in the past.
They all look like they have big bellies and narrow mouths, just in different sizes.
For Mr. Chen, who has been doing this for most of his life, this is just like playing. It's just a matter of changing the shape of the clay model in his hands!
"Are you sure you want this style, girl?"
Li Yan nodded and repeated her request: "Grandpa, can the size of this earthenware jar be fixed? The smaller one can hold half a pound of liquid, and the larger one can hold a pound of liquid. Also, for easy carrying, the mouth of the bottle needs to be made into a matching wooden stopper."
Old Master Chen already had a rough idea in his mind, but he didn't say it clearly: "This shouldn't be a problem, but I've never done this before. I need to do a few to try it out!"
Li Yan was very happy to hear that she could do it, as this would bring her one step closer to the success of her soy sauce business.
"Then Grandpa, please do it for me first, and I will come back tomorrow!"
After the two finished their discussion, Li Yan was about to leave.
At this time, Mrs. Zhao poked her head out from the kitchen and sincerely invited her, "If you don't mind, please have dinner at home!"
"Thank you very much, mother-in-law. My mother just gave birth at home, so I need to go back early. I will come to bother you again tomorrow."
The three generations of grandparents and grandchildren sent Li Yan to the door and stood in front of it until the mule cart drove away.
"Shuanzi, follow me to the backyard."
Upon hearing this, Shuanzi immediately helped his grandfather walk to the backyard.
"Wait until you have finished your meal before you start working, or your hands will be covered in mud!" Mrs. Zhao shouted behind them.
But Mr. Chen remained unmoved and limped to the backyard.
Mrs. Zhao sighed helplessly. She knew that once the old man started making all these pots and pans, he would not care about eating.
The grandfather and grandson walked into the small thatched workshop in the backyard and saw all the tools needed to make pottery jars.
Shuanzi helped Grandpa Chen sit down in front of the wooden wheel for throwing pottery. The family had clay ready for making pottery jars. Shuanzi poured some water into the clay, kneaded it, and then brought it to his grandfather.
Old Man Chen first used a long wooden stick to insert it into the wooden wheel to make it rotate. When it rotated fast enough, Old Man Chen began to throw the pottery. The soft clay took shape in his hands in a short while, and at first glance it was exactly the same as the picture Li Yan had just drawn.
According to what Li Yan said, Mr. Chen made a lot of clay molds of different sizes and put them in the kiln to burn later.
It was already dark when the two returned home. Fortunately, Mr. Li knew that the journey was long, so he brought some dry food with him and did not go hungry along the way.
The father and daughter arrived home at the same time.
"Did everything go well today?" Li Erlang asked.
"I've already asked someone to do it. I'll go and see the finished product tomorrow!" Li Yan replied.
At this time, Li Xiaomei brought out the food: "Okay, we've been busy all day, let's eat first!"
After a bumpy day, Li Yan looked at the hot millet porridge and the fragrant noodle pancakes served to her, and felt her stomach was empty. She didn't bother to talk anymore and just started eating.
The road is really difficult to walk on nowadays. After rushing all day, Li Yan felt that all the bones in her body were about to fall apart. Fortunately, she drank some warm millet porridge, which relieved her body's fatigue. Li Yan felt alive again.
Because she had to go to Yaokou Village again the next day, Li Yan only talked with her mother for a while and then went back to her room to rest.
Mrs. Lin said to her husband, "I think the child seems to be in a bit of a bad mood!"
Li Erlang held his little girl in his arms with deft movements, coaxing the crying little girl in his arms while comforting his wife, "She must be tired after a bumpy ride. Let her have a good rest!"
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