Heavenly Master, I have a different world

Fang Zheng owns an erhu, which was bought by his uncle Fang Jian when he was a child.

The erhu was a second-hand item and very worn out.

The handle was blackened by smoke, the barrel was cracked, the cover was made of the poorest quality snakeskin, and the horsetail bow might break with just a little force. The sound it made when pulled out was as unpleasant as sawing wood, and it sounded like someone was crying to death. His throat, he still screamed at the top of his lungs.

But it was because of the erhu that he was able to be admitted to the Art University despite a serious decline in his performance in cultural classes.

And for a long time to come, we will rely on it to survive.

The one I have in my hand now has a round piano barrel made of rosewood, a mahogany stem, a python skin, a long and straight bow, and silk strings.

The price is expensive and the shape is exquisite.

But after I got it, I no longer felt the joy that came from my heart.

Thanks to years of training, his skills have also been perfected.

Pull the strings.

The melodious sound of erhu sounded.

Sadness, desolation, and wisps of strands, like misty clouds and mist that are hard to fathom, like the uncertain breeze that leaves no trace, low and hoarse, making people cry.

"Master!"

Wu Hai sighed:

"Can you change it to a more upbeat song?"

"Hey!" Fang Zheng stopped, shook his head and said:

"I'm broken in love, I feel bad, and I can't feel happy. Besides..., you can just listen to some things, but you are still picky."

Do you think I'm willing to listen?

Wu Hai was speechless.

It's obviously you who made me listen to the music, but it's not okay if I don't listen. I'd rather not listen to this kind of music, but what does it mean to be lovelorn?

"Speak of it."

Fang Zheng stroked his piano bow and said:

"Since practicing martial arts, especially after building the foundation in a hundred days, I have become much better at controlling my body. I couldn't control it so well before."

"How do you feel?"

"Jerking people to tears." Wu Hai said sincerely:

"It's much better than the music I've heard. Even if my boss goes bankrupt in the future, this skill will probably be enough to fill his stomach."

As he got to know each other better, he would sometimes make jokes and become less reserved.

"Yeah?"

Fang Zheng finally felt better after being praised, but he didn't pay attention to the little sarcasm in Wu Hai's mouth:

"I haven't heard anyone else play music. Is there a place like Goulan in Gu'an County? If I have time, I'll treat you and let's go shopping together."

"Master!"

Wu Hai shook his head:

"Our Fang Ci has only sold two sets of porcelain since it has been open for so long. We have been unable to make ends meet. This is not the way to go. You should focus on this."

"Oh!" Fang Zheng said calmly.

"What do you think, my boss?" Wu Hai asked.

"No." Fang Zheng lowered his head and played with his erhu.

"How could it not be?" Wu Hai was a little anxious:

"If we act like this, our business will be unsustainable."

"You are the boss and I am the boss?" Fang Zheng rolled his eyes:

"I'm not in a hurry."

It's just because you're not in a hurry that I'm in a hurry!

Watching the empty shop every day, spending money like water but not getting any money, Wu Hai had to worry about his future.

"My boss."

After thinking about it, Wu Haidao said:

"Our porcelain is in excellent quality. Everyone who comes here will praise it, but a set of dishes costing a few taels of silver is really too expensive."

"If the price can be reduced, many people will definitely buy it."

"Reducing the price?" Fang Zheng shook his head:

"I don't like being in a poor man's business."

"What?" Wu Hai subconsciously felt uncomfortable:

"The boss looks down on the poor."

"No." Fang Zheng said:

"It's not easy for poor people to make money, so they have to spend every penny. If the things they buy are even slightly defective, they will be asked to replace them, which is too troublesome."

"A mid-range home is slightly better, but I will think twice about it."

"Only money from wealthy people is easy to earn."

"Uh..." Wu Hai hesitated and said:

"My boss is saying that poor people are narrow-minded?"

"I didn't say that!" Fang Zheng put away his erhu, patted his butt and stood up:

"Walk!"

"Where to go?"

"Study the market."

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The carriage rolls.

Wu Hai drove the car and sat in the carriage, heading towards Ding Monk Mountain outside the city. Fortunately, the imperial court had cleaned up the Green Wolf Gang a few months ago, otherwise they would not have been so bold.

"My boss."

"There is a stone on Dingseng Mountain, which looks like a monk meditating and entering concentration. Later, a monk built a temple on the mountain, and it gradually became famous."

Wu Haidao:

"That temple is called Ci'en Temple."

"Cien Temple?" Fang Zheng said thoughtfully:

"I remember hearing Taoist Zhang from Sanqing Temple say that Master Wuyuan from Ci'en Temple is a master of Buddhism and is a first-class master."

"I don't know this clearly." Wu Hai shook his head:

"You can go visit me, the Ci'en Temple is full of incense and doesn't stop believers. It's just that the mountain road is difficult to walk."

"Let's take a look at the kiln entrance first." Fang Zheng said obligingly:

"Are there many kilns nearby?"

"I asked about it, but it's actually not much." Wu Hai replied:

"You need soil to make porcelain. There happened to be a suitable soil layer near Dingseng Mountain. For convenience, some kiln mouths were built there."

"However, there are not many porcelain-firing merchants in Gu'an County, and naturally there are not many kiln mouths. Most of the so-called kiln mouths are abandoned."

"Um."

Fang Zheng nodded slowly:

"I'm determined."

"It should be." Wu Hai scratched his head:

"Since I want to help my boss with the business, of course I need to understand the secrets here. You are an expert in this area, and you should ask my boss for more advice."

"Easy to say." Fang Zheng opened the car curtain and asked:

"Is the Wangjiayao entrance also here?"

"Yes." Wu Hai nodded:

"Near the top of the mountain."

"The top of the mountain?" Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows:

"Why?"

Firing porcelain requires soil, wood, water, etc., so the kiln entrance is usually outside the city, but the inconvenience of transportation must also be considered.

Being built on the top of a mountain is inconvenient no matter how you think about it.

However, in modern society, with the advent of gas kilns, there are many fewer restrictions.

"It is said..."

Wu Haidao:

"I just heard that the Wang family needs thunder and lightning to make porcelain, so it must be built at a high place to attract the power of thunder."

And this kind of porcelain firing technique?

Fang was surprised.

However, the Wang family’s ‘Leizhaohong porcelain’ is also unique in modern society. The kiln entrance is built on the top of a mountain, so maybe it really has a unique secret.

Close to Dingseng Mountain, you can already see the entrance of the kiln abandoned by previous generations.

"Heap burning?"

Fang Zheng walked around a kiln entrance, picked up a few pottery fragments from the ruins, and shook his head:

"This technology is still used."

The so-called pile firing is to pile up the wood and fire it. This method will cause the heat to be lost and the porcelain cannot be fired at all.

What is being burned is pottery!

And it’s still low-quality pottery.

However, ordinary people originally used pottery, and there were very few porcelains, so it was understandable.

After searching upwards, I finally came across a kiln entrance that resembled an egg kiln. It must have collapsed and had to be abandoned.

“The technology is so primitive!”

Fang Zheng touched his chin, thoughtfully.

What the egg kiln, dragon kiln and even the later town kiln had to do was to control the flame, increase the temperature, and make the porcelain and glaze better, but the construction technology was slightly different.

The egg kiln here is still at a very early stage, and with a Founder's perspective, one can see many areas for improvement.

The Wangjia kiln entrance on the top of the mountain is not allowed to enter, but the building on the top of the mountain is naturally not large. Judging from the appearance, it is no different from other kiln entrances, so it should be about the same. In short, the technology is backward.

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"Who are those two people?"

Wang Qian took a sip from the teapot, looked at the departing figure in the distance, and asked.

"It's from Fang Ci." One person bowed and replied:

"It seems he came to see the entrance of the kiln."

"Fang Ci." Wang Qian made a movement on his hand:

"The one that just opened in the county some time ago?"

"Yes." The servant nodded:

"That young man is the owner of Fang Ci, but he hasn't sold a few pieces of porcelain since it has been open for so long. I think it will close sooner or later."

Wang Qian narrowed his eyes.

He didn't think so.

He has seen square porcelain, it can be called...

fine!