Some of the apprentices in the workshop are proficient in their craftsmanship, but some are still at the level of weaving rough bamboo baskets. There is still a long way to go in terms of teaching.
Song Jingyun and Jiang Youcheng were under considerable pressure. They were busy teaching apprentices in the workshop almost all day long.
Jiang Michia also started to draw new puppet patterns. After drawing, he made clay puppets according to the appearance of the puppets.
There was little work in the fields in spring, and it was not the time to plant cotton. Jiang Chunyu often brought Jiang Maihua to his home to play with Zhu Guangtai, while helping Jiang Mixia make clay dolls.
Jiang Maihua was young and was just playing in the mud.
Jiang Chunyu thought that he did not have this skill, but he was still making his own clay bowls, clay plates and so on with great interest.
When Zhu Guangtai saw this clay doll for the first time, he thought it was very strange, so he made it just like Jiang Michia made it. However, because he didn't have the skills at all, it turned out to be different from the original snowman.
"This is really difficult." Zhu Guangtai was a little frustrated.
"It's okay, it's okay. Not everyone has the skills of Sixth Sister." Jiang Chunyu felt much more balanced when he saw that Zhu Guangtai's performance was not as good as when he was making clay dolls.
He is not alone!
"You can't say that, your sixth brother-in-law is very good at craftsmanship." Jiang Michia said with a smile while carefully placing the deer's antlers on.
"Is that sixth brother-in-law a human being? That's a god!" Jiang Chunyu said solemnly.
Jiang Michia, "..."
"Uncle is a god?" Zhu Guangtai was a little incredulous.
God, please live in heaven.
Where can I live on earth?
Zhu Guangtai's eyes widened, "No way."
"If he's not a god, he's more like it. Anyway, I've never seen anyone like my sixth brother-in-law. He can spear harpoon so well, weave baskets so well, and make clay dolls so well. I always feel like there's nothing wrong with him. This is something that the sixth brother-in-law can't do." Jiang Chunyu was full of pride when he spoke, and even raised his chin, his face full of pride.
"Wow..." Zhu Guangtai opened his mouth in amazement, "My uncle's clay doll is better than that of my aunt?"
Zhu Guangtai had seen Song Jingyun weaving bamboo baskets.
Those quick hands and flying bamboo strips made Zhu Guangtai feel that his eyes were not enough.
Song Jingyun’s snowman was piled up so well.
Just now Jiang Chunyu said that Song Jingyun was also very good at spearfishing!
Now, is Song Jingyun really good at making clay dolls?
"Of course." Jiang Chunyu was praising his enthusiasm when he looked up and saw Song Jingyun entering the house, so he hurried over and grabbed him, "Sixth brother-in-law, come and make a clay doll for Guangtai and let him see your craftsmanship. ?”
Want to show off your skills?
That's no problem!
Song Jingyun agreed wholeheartedly, rolled up his sleeves, took some clay, and pinched a little rabbit out.
"Wow..." Zhu Guangtai couldn't close his mouth again. He held the little rabbit in his palm, looked at it carefully and couldn't put it down.
After seeing enough, when he raised his eyes to look at Song Jingyun, his face was filled with little stars.
Uncle, he is really a god!
It’s really awesome!
Seeing that Zhu Guangtai had a little rabbit, Jiang Maihua on the side stopped playing with the mud in her hands and came over, "Uncle, rabbit, I want rabbit."
"Okay, I'll pinch one for you too." Song Jingyun pinched another rabbit for Jiang Maihua that was similar to Zhu Guangtai's.
The two of them had mud rabbits, so they got together and played together.
"Why are you back now?" Only then did Jiang Michia bother to ask Song Jingyun, "Is the workshop finished?"
"Dad asked me to come back and rest for a while." Song Jingyun scratched his ears, "I said I wasn't tired, but dad insisted on letting me come back because if I stared there, others would be under too much pressure and would not be able to teach well. I'll go see what they made up tomorrow..."
Jiang Michia, "..."
On the contrary, if the master is too powerful, the disciple will be easily stressed.
In particular, Song Jingyun is truly an interstellar person. He can edit things quickly and well, and behaves like a robot. Working with him does require a strong psychological quality.
Especially those apprentices who knew that Song Jingyun only learned basket weaving after arriving at the Jiang family, became more and more suspicious of whether they were stupid.
Jiang Youcheng asked him to come back and rest, which was probably a helpless move.
"If you are idle, you are idle. Help me make a clay doll." Jiang Michia said.
The clay puppets made by Song Jingyun were more spiritual and superior in expression than the ones she made, which was also more beneficial to Qiu Ji's puppet making.
There is no reason not to agree to help my wife with work.
"It's done." Song Jingyun responded and started working.
Zhu Guangtai and Jiang Maihua, who were playing with rabbits, saw Song Jingyun starting to make other clay puppets and surrounded him again.
Watching the ordinary clay transform into various cute little animals in Song Jingyun's hands, the mouths of the two little guys opened in unison and couldn't close their mouths for a long time.
Even Zhu Yongwu didn't notice that he was back.
After the Chinese New Year, the weather became warmer day by day, and Zhu Yongwu's foot injury was basically healed. In the past two days, he went to clean up the area where he was looking to build a house and prepare to hire someone to dig the foundation.
Today, I also went to see a place that sells green bricks and wood. I am planning to buy green bricks and wood for beams and rafters.
He wanted to rush forward with whatever work he could, otherwise he would always be disturbed by the Jiang family, and he felt really sorry.
After working non-stop for a long time, he was very tired now.
When I came back now, I saw Zhu Guangtai and Jiang Maihua surrounding Song Jingyun, stretching their necks and concentrating. Zhu Yongwu laughed, "What are you two doing around my uncle?"
"Dad is back." Zhu Guangtai fluttered into Zhu Yongwu's arms like a little bird, holding up the little rabbit in his hand to show him, "Let's see my uncle making clay dolls here. It's really nice. Dad, look at what our uncle is doing. The little bunny we pinched.”
Zhu Guangtai was so excited that the rabbit in his hand almost hit Zhu Yongwu's face.
Zhu Yongwu took a step back, and then he saw clearly the mud rabbit in Zhu Guangtai's hand.
It is vivid and different from the rabbits made by ordinary people. The lines are not as fine as ordinary rabbits, but the rough lines make this little rabbit more lively and cute.
"This rabbit is so beautiful." Zhu Yongwu nodded in praise and couldn't take his eyes away from the little rabbit for a long time.
The rabbit is so beautiful, it’s just a matter of pinching the rabbit’s mud...
Zhu Yongwu asked curiously, "Where did this mud come from?"
"Chun Yu dug soil from near the river." Jiang Michia replied, "I think it's clay, and it's suitable for making clay dolls, so I've been using it ever since."
"What's wrong with this clay?" Jiang Michia asked after seeing Zhu Yongwu's serious expression.
"This clay has a fine texture and few impurities. If it is used to make porcelain, it is the best." Zhu Yongwu said.
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Song Jingyun: It’s another day to be praised~
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