"Is this difficult? I will draw what I know in my mind, and they will do it as I say, and we can complete a great work together. As for what you said about Ye Guo's lack of skillful craftsmen, this is all It was in the past, but it won’t be in the future.”
Gan Xin had great disbelief in his eyes: "Can you teach them?"
"Why can't you teach me?" Zheng Quchi thought it was ridiculous.
It's like they are all senior technicians, with all their experience accumulated there, how can anyone not be able to understand the design drawings?
She didn't quite understand what he wanted to ask at first, but soon she thought of the things he made for the road bandits. An idea flashed in Zheng Quchi's mind, and she suddenly seemed to understand.
He is probably that kind of poor student.
There are only a few people in each class. They learn the same knowledge as others, and they are very serious. But when the final test results are assessed, they all fail.
I think he has already gotten into the "advanced class" of the Mo family and can still learn carpentry at this level. He is probably the kind of partial student who can't learn a certain subject well no matter how hard he studies.
When Zheng Quchi understood what he was thinking, it meant that she had completely grasped his weakness.
"Can you teach anyone?" Gan Xin's eyes flashed with some reluctance and doubt.
Zheng Quchi immediately changed her attitude. Her eyes were far-reaching and tolerant, and her tone was full of the noble virtues of a century-old teacher: "In this world, there are only masters who can't teach, and there are no apprentices who can't teach. Just like one sentence, teach people according to their aptitude." All education cannot be based on the same model. We must start from the actual situation and individual differences of students and carry out differentiated teaching in a targeted manner so that each student can use their strengths and avoid their weaknesses and achieve optimal development."
Her words made Gan Xin suddenly understand the confusion and self-doubt he had been feeling for many years. In other words, he understood in layman's terms.
That's right, it's not his fault that he can't learn, it's all because the person who taught him doesn't know how to teach.
There are thousands of people with thousands of different kinds of teachings, so can everyone be taught the same thing?
There are smart people in this world who can memorize an article after reading it once, but there are also mediocre people who can't memorize it after reading it several times or dozens of times.
Although Gan Xin didn't want to admit it, he actually knew that he was that kind of "mediocre".
He sought advice from many people, and even became a disciple of the Mohist family in order to learn advanced craftsmanship. He believed that hard work could make up for weakness, and he would eventually succeed in his studies.
However, after such a long time, he has only scratched the surface of what the Mo family taught him, and he is always inferior to others in making the same thing.
No matter how resolute and enthusiastic you are, under such a long-term blow, you will inevitably have doubts and wavers in yourself.
He asked again: "Can you also teach people who are clumsy with their hands?"
"How can I call my student stupid? No matter what kind of student he is, as long as he is willing to learn, can study seriously, and can listen to my teachings seriously, I can make him study successfully."
Zheng Quchi said righteously that she was completely possessed by a sage teacher at this time. She was extremely protective of a certain "student" of hers and would not allow others to insult her.
Lan Yue, Wu Liang and others saw their wife's excellent performance in both singing and composition. They all lowered their heads silently and tried hard to control the gradually deformed expressions on their faces.
Although Gan Xin had never doubted Zheng Quchi's nonsense before, it was obvious that he did not believe her so easily this time.
The more you care about something, the more cautious you will be in verifying it.
"You sound loud, but you are only a teenager. How many people have you taught? How many people have you achieved? Even if you learned to work in your mother's womb, you can't compare with those old craftsmen who have been practicing for decades! "
Zheng Quchi immediately had a look of disapproval. If he tried to compete with her, she would definitely raise her hands and surrender immediately, but if he tried to argue with her, I would be sorry, because she is the king of words.
"A person's ability and achievements should not be simply measured by age. For example, you are old enough, but your woodcraft is not good enough, and no craftsman in Ye State has been able to do it for decades. Break the shackles of the predicament and show your true craftsmanship to the Seven Kingdoms. But now, look, the situation is different.
? Although I am young, Gan Xin, you have to believe that there is a kind of person in this world who cannot view cognition from a normal perspective. What do you think? "
Gan Xin was stunned.
What did he think?
He thought that what she said was logical and there were no mistakes.
He looked like he was moved by her words, but still wanted to make a last desperate struggle.
Zheng Quchi saw his mentality and quickly added another fire: "You don't believe it, you are right. There is no basis for what you say. Then let's do something practical. If you think I can't teach you, then why don't you teach me? Come and try it yourself. If you were my student, which skill would you most want to learn?"
After hearing what she said, Gan Xin suddenly became energetic. He thought for a moment and said, "Carving."
"Oh, is that so?"
Zheng Quchi took out from her waist the work she usually carved in her spare time, an ivory wood carved ball set.
At first glance, this ivory wood-carved ball, which is only three inches in size, is not very unusual. It is not as dazzling as gold and silver. However, upon closer inspection, you will see that it is exquisite and contains the universe, and you will understand its uniqueness.
It is a multi-layered ball set with four layers in total. The outer layer is made of ivory, embossed with flowers, trees, figures and pavilions. The inside is multi-layered with fragrant wood carvings. The ball is set inside the ball, and the thickness is uniform. Each layer is It can be rotated, and each layer of carvings has many small star-shaped and dot-shaped hollows.
If it is placed under the light, it can reflect thousands of stars projected on the wall and the ground. If it is placed under the sun, it will reflect the star spots, which is wonderful and novel.
When worn, it can not only be used as makeup and incense, but can also repel insects and mosquitoes in the wild.
Although Gan Xin is not good at handicrafts, she has gained a lot of knowledge after studying the art for so many years. She only needs to look carefully and carefully to understand the exquisiteness of her carved ivory wood set.
This, what kind of amazing skill is this, he really wants to learn it!
"Can I learn this?" he asked overjoyed.
However, Zheng Quchi beat him to death with a handful of hands: "You can't do that."
The light on Gan Xin's face suddenly dimmed, and he glared at her.
No, why don't you show it off!
Zheng Quchi took out another candy and explained: "Sculpture requires excellent determination and a stable state of mind down to the hair. I have observed your way of applying force. It is rough and casual, and extremely domineering. In addition, you With a naturally impetuous and eager temperament, you are not suitable for learning this kind of delicate and meticulous craft carving."
Her words hit Gan Xin's weakness. He often couldn't calm down, and the control of the strength in his hands gradually lost control as time went by. He tried to adjust himself, but it didn't work. He sat for a long time, thought for a long time, and concentrated for a long time. He would be crawling on his body like a caterpillar, scratching his heart and lungs.
Do you know why some people are so convinced by fortune tellers?
Because no one is dissatisfied with the other person's words that speak directly to your heart and tell your actual situation. What's more, if you are in a hurry and seek medical treatment, you can only resort to metaphysical folk remedies for things that cannot be solved scientifically.
At this time, Gan Xin was the one who had no choice but to turn to "home remedies" to save him.
"You mean, no matter how hard I learn, I still can't do it?"
"Of course not. Let me ask you Gan Xin, have you ever seen the Zhitian Bainan Sacrificial Tower that stands in the Guangyin Desert of Hongsheng Kingdom? Have you seen the Dinghai Buddha in Qiuci Kingdom that countless people come to pay homage to? You go Have you ever seen the tree and vine sculpture corridor in Nanchen Kingdom that crosses the cliff of Qiwu Mountain?”
As she described it in words, this kind of scene could not help but appear in his mind. It happened that these were the miraculous places he had visited to see.
He nodded heavily: "I've seen it!"
"Do you want to learn this magnificent craft?" Zheng Quchi asked him proudly.
Gan Xin lost his voice: "What?!"
He had no idea that her small and exquisite carvings could not teach him, but she could teach him such superb craftsmanship.
Zheng Quchi sincerely sighed: "Gan Xin, do you know how lucky you are? You have excellent muscles and bones, and you have acquired excellent martial arts at a young age. It can not only protect you, but also assist you in the future.
You become a master craftsman of a generation, you can easily challenge difficult projects that are difficult for others, and your general works can be immortal like theirs and be admired and praised by future generations. "
No one has ever said that the martial arts he learned was not a weapon to kill people, but helped him become a famous craftsman.
Everyone in the Mo family felt that he was not suitable to be a carpenter at all. He was born with a knife, a killing knife.
But now someone swore to him that he was a knife, but it was a work knife that could create miracles. It was not used to be stained with blood and sin, it was used to achieve immortal works.
At this moment, Gan Xin was like a man who had been blessed with rain after a long drought. It was as if his true ideals had been recognized and affirmed by others. His heart was full of excitement. He stared at Zheng Quchi with great concentration, his expression looking fierce because of too much exertion. : "Can I really, really do that?"
The hope in his eyes was so obvious.
When Lan Yue, Wu Liang and the other four members of the extermination group took a look, the corners of their mouths twitched. It was over. Madam had fooled another person.
But it's not his fault, because even the others, listening to the madam's words, felt that they could no longer handle the bright future she described.
"If you still don't believe it, well, let's give it a try now."
Zheng Quchi secretly gave Lan Yue and the others a look, telling them to stop joining in the fun and quickly go to place the injured members of the Xuanjia Army while she lured Gan Xin to the statue of Fuhao.
At this moment, Zheng Quchi was not treating Gan Xin with a completely deceptive and coaxing mentality. She really felt that he had the potential in this area. More importantly, she took a fancy to him and wanted to bring him to his side. Digging over from the Mo family and turning the gun to help her deal with the Mo family.
"Take a look first. What's wrong with this statue?"
She pointed to the statue of a "good woman".
The statue of Fuhao depicts the appearance of a rural woman, with her hair combed back and in a bun, ordinary facial features, narrow shoulders and waist, wearing a simple dress, with her face covered with one hand. Holding an empty hanging basket.
The original design of such a character was to promote the idea that a widowed head of a household is having a hard time getting through life, so it would be better to look for other branches to comfort her.
On the whole, the statue has a head, body, face, limbs, but upon closer inspection, there is nothing worth appreciating.
In Zheng Quchi's opinion, this statue is just a look-alike, and it has not been carefully crafted at all.
"This is chiseling, with simple lines and vague features. It's just a semi-finished product." Gan Xin hit the nail on the head.
Zheng Quchi nodded in agreement, and she said: "Come on, now it's up to you to complete it."
When Gan Xin heard this, he immediately frowned and clenched his fists: "Me? No, I'm afraid it will be destroyed if I cut it down."
"Who said that? I teach, you listen, and then try to do it."
Gan Xin didn't believe that she could teach him so easily. He thought that in the more than ten years he had been in the Mo family, even the most powerful craftsmen who came to teach him could only teach him knowledge. No matter how much he practiced, his hands would still be like that.
They all said that he had poor understanding in the field of crafts, and that his craftsmanship had no spirituality.
He clearly didn't believe it in his heart, but he blurted out as if he had his own thoughts: "Then give it a try."
"Okay, just wait for me."
Zheng Quchi doesn't have to measure the size, because as long as she wants, her eyes are the ruler. She first copied the entire statue of Fuhao, including its appearance, body posture, and expression. Her eyes were like a 3D scanning ritual that engraved the data of its entire body in her mind, and then gradually parsed and refined the details.
Then she stepped on the stone platform, took out the charcoal, and began to draw fixed points on the statue of Fuhao, including the ears, nose bridge, mouth carving... until the overall proportions and positions were determined, and all the positions that needed to be modified and refined were Punctuate it...
"Get your knife and let's get started."
Zheng Quchi jumped down from the pedestal.
Gan Xin gritted his teeth and stepped forward, his eyes full of seriousness and nervousness.
His sword technique is to open and close, and the air flow is wide, but now he wants to turn it into a force that condenses thick and thin hair. Can he really do it?
"Don't worry, just listen to my command and put in your efforts, and there will be no problem." Zheng Quchi gave him support from behind.
Gan Xin took a deep breath. He felt that if he hesitated any longer, it would be too unmanly.
"bring it on."
"First, the facial contour, point one point, the middle section of the knife, use four points of force, cut diagonally three inches across, cleanly." Zheng Quchi's voice came as expected.
Gan Xin understood her words. He had experience in carving, but his failures were too varied to look back on. But this time with "Zheng Qing" such detailed guidance, he started cleanly and accurately.
"Two points for eyebrow flatness, one point for the middle part of the front of the knife, one point of strength, flat cut, two points for the short end, two points for the tip of the tail."
"Three eyelid points, knife tip, three points of force, short and heavy, draw across the fixed point line, pay attention to slow down the force when closing."
"From light to heavy hair, from dot to line, draw..."
There was no pause or hesitation in Zheng Quchi's words. She taught and he did. The two of them had a tacit understanding just like the brain and the hands. As soon as the brain gave orders, the hands acted decisively.
As Gan Xin progressed, the movement of internal energy on the knife became smoother and smoother. For the first time in his life, he felt that he was not as stupid and clumsy in craftsmanship as others had judged him to be.
The Xuanjia Army present watched this scene intently. Other people's stone carvings were done bit by bit with chisels, hammers, etc., but Gan Xin was doing it as if he was showing off his skills, sweeping, splitting, plucking, whittling, etc. The eight sword techniques of plundering, stabbing, cutting, and breaking through the edge achieve extraordinary stone carving craftsmanship.
And the teaching method of their general's wife is even more unique and unprecedented.
