Chapter 38: : Pottery

It was a bit late to return to the community, and Yu Xiaoxue was still watching TV waiting for us to come back.
I turned on the lights in the yard, moved a bunch of pottery tools to the clearing, put on gloves, and began to dilute and sort the clay.
Both Yu Xiaoxue and Zhao Qian gathered around and became curious babies, to see what I was doing there.
"I'll make a teapot." This is the answer I gave them. If you want to make a urn, they probably ran away.
The soul urn for raising ghosts doesn’t need to be too big, it’s just a palm-sized oblate, and it’s okay to make it into a warm kettle, but the point is that the drawing must be accurate, and it must have runes.
Without Fudan, the soul urn is useless and cannot attract ghosts and gods.
It's been an hour since I picked the clay, Yu Xiaoxue looked bored. Only Zhao Qian knew that I risked my life to get these things. It would definitely not be as simple as making a teapot.
I turned on the pottery wheel, put on plastic gloves, and started to make the prototype, but I didn't grasp the speed of the turbine, and the prototype collapsed into lumps as soon as I tried hard.
"This mud is a bit smelly, is it mud in the fish pond?" Yu Xiaoxue pinched his nose and asked me.
"Hey." I didn't say a word, and continued to play around with the method of making pottery on TV. I wanted to tell her that there was blood or flesh from a corpse, which might scare her away.
Zhao Qian knows the origin of my shady soil. The smell of salted fish comes from the place where I took the soil. I didn’t know it when I went there. It was understandable. If I don’t understand it now, I’m really a fool. It must be buried there. dead body.
I continued to make round pots, but unfortunately, I couldn't make it three or four times in a row. I even started to lower the requirements. As long as I can make a shape, it’s fine.
The result is weird that they can't even control the shape.
My hands are already trembling from the cold, the dark soil is full of resentment, shaking like self-consciousness, this is the reason for my failure.
"Brother Tian... let me do it, my hands are more clever." Yu Xiaoxue said, approaching me, staring at the scarlet and smelly soil.
Then while I was still playing, I reached into my bucket of clay!
"Don't touch it!" I called out immediately, trying to hold her, but it was too late. Yu Xiaoxue had all reached into the soil, and his skin immediately turned pale.
"It's so fun!" Yu Xiaoxue kneaded happily, making me panic.
She took the clay, squeezed me aside, grabbed the position of my engine and fiddled with it.
"You have to be obedient, turn me into a teapot!" Yu Xiaoxue said as she used her soft green onion fingers to squeeze out various poses. It was just a few efforts. The pot I could not squeeze out just now was in her hand. Li is formed automatically like life!
I slapped my forehead, it seems that I definitely have no talent for making pottery!
"Xue, don't you feel cold?" I don't think there is anything wrong with Yu Xiaoxue touching the clay, and even she is a little happy with it. I am curious, after all, I feel very wrong with gloves.
"No, it's just cool, it's fun." Yu Xiaoxue said, took the clay and wood chaff, and smeared it while making it. This was to prevent the finished product from cracking during baking. It can be seen that the method is very skilled.
"Have you played with this thing?" I asked, it seems that I can't touch these things because I am too yin, but Yu Xiaoxue and Zhao Qian are fine.
"I have played, and the teacher taught a little before, so I played with others, and then we put it in when the adults build the house and burn the bricks, but there is no such convenience." Yu Xiaoxue said.
"Oh, that's the case." I understood it, and it seems that people really have areas that are good and bad.
Grandma's yin air is actually quite heavy, otherwise she can't inherit the tradition of raising ghosts, so if she wants to make pottery pots, she probably has to ask someone to do it.
"Okay, just get me a few more as you did just now, and remember to make the lids too." I was thinking about doing everything by myself. It's so stupid. Since Yu Xiaoxue and Bingxue are smart, then give her the trick Up.
"I have to bake and dry, and then sculpt something on it." After plugging in the electric stove, I put the two clay pots into it and dried them at low temperature.
Taking advantage of the lack of baking time, I picked up the prepared white plaster dolls sold on the street and tried to carve some more advanced runes on them.
As a result, I carved several complicated runes, all of them crooked and twisted. I often slipped the pen or penetrated directly. Even if I was lucky enough to finish one, I picked it up and looked at it. How could it look like a dog bite? Can this be done?
My heart suddenly poured cold water, isn't it different from painting a symbol? How stupid is my hand!
Crazy I almost smashed the tatters, but Zhao Qian took one of the plaster statues in her hand, and the carving knife held a few beautiful sword flowers in her hand, and made a few gorgeous scribbles, and copied them directly. A charm drawn by sweat on my head!
Suddenly, I burst into tears: Do you think your brother's hands are so stupid?
After a few brushes, Zhao Qian was finished with a rune again, holding a plaster portrait in front of me: "Is it OK for Qian to paint like this?"
"Well, it's not bad, it's quite regular. Although I lack my agility, but since Xiaoxue has taken the pottery job, I can't treat you in favor of you, right? I'll leave it to you for the talisman painting, right? , I have to pass you a few courageous spells, you can remember them, burn incense, burn paper, and chant while carving them." I nodded, pretending to be very sophisticated and praised the little girl.
"Oh." Zhao Qian lowered her head and chuckled, looking at me with a nice look.
My face was neither red nor beating. I took out my grandmother's book, pointed out some of the spells in it, and then gestured to her where to draw, and taught her the spell of courage.
Zhao Qian recorded it very seriously, and began to practice with plaster statues. What made me feel chilling was that she painted quite well in only ten minutes.
If it’s just one or two spells, it’s okay to say, but if a bunch of spells are tied together, you know their involvement and difficulty. Although I have practiced before, it’s definitely not as easy as her drawing. It seems that I am sure in terms of carving. Not as good as hers.
Don't know her level of talisman? Later, I passed her a few high-level talismans to try, maybe she could get them like this too?
The so-called financial partner land, the partner is a very important link, if they are interested, I would like to train both of them to become masters. In this way, I gave up the idea of ​​making it myself and became a co-ordinator behind the scenes, and their practical ability can directly abuse me to death.
The complete soul urn quickly appeared in their hands, and the fineness was better than the grandmother's. With the runes I selected to support Xijun, it would definitely be okay.
Although referring to the records in my grandmother’s book, this rune and production method are considered to be the bottom level, with some slightly more powerful ghosts, but I am very satisfied with this quality. If the conditions are sufficient in the future, perhaps the ghost of the ghost king level Both of them can make the urn, of course, it is impossible now.
When the sixth soul urn was made, the clay had been completely used up, and the six prototypes were all exactly the same. I held them into the electric furnace like a baby.
I turned on the switch, set the temperature and the power-off time, and I was relieved. If I was lucky, I would be able to succeed one or two by tomorrow morning. After all, the success rate of the soul urn with the charm will not be too high. There are so many things.
I looked at the phone, and at half past twelve, I was going to drive Zhao Qian to Zhaojiazhuang.
"The time is almost up, you are ready to use all the household belongings you can use, we will go to Zhuangzi, tonight is the last night of the guard, and tomorrow I will send the old man up the mountain." I felt my eyebrows picked up involuntarily. Next, there must be some problems in the last night, otherwise Zhao Qian's second uncle won't let go, because he hasn't got what he wants.
"Well, I know." Zhao Qian's expression was a little sad, she looked at me and didn't know what to do.
"Zhao Qian, don't worry, if those two old men are honest tonight, your will let them jump for two more days. If you dare to do it tonight, I will kill them immediately!" Thinking of Zhao Qian yesterday I almost died in the hospital late, and I gritted my teeth.
"Wow, Brother Tian, ​​you are so fierce!" Yu Xiaoxue grabbed my hand and looked at me with dazzling eyes.
"Hmph, I need to say." I raised my hand and looked up at the sky forty-five degrees.
"Brother Tian...thank you." Zhao Qian flushed immediately, looking at me with a very touched expression, thinking that men should be like this, so the sadness just disappeared.
I think the pretense is almost complete, so I quickly climbed into the car and told Yu Xiaoxue to sleep well at home. Don't sleep on the sofa tonight anyway. If you are afraid, call Han Shanshan and ask her to come and sleep with her.
The Feng Shui of Zhao Qian's house is quite good. There is a fixed star compass in the safe, and ordinary ghosts dare not approach it.
After all, I also have my considerations. When it comes to measuring the terrain, it has the advantage to deter ghosts, but if you fight with real swords and guns, you still have to Xijun. This thing is not used to drive ghosts out.
This time, Zhao Qian took her money sword, peach wood sword, and bells, and a whole suitcase of things, although she did not do the big night, but this time she will definitely not sit and wait like last night.
After the car started, Zhao Qian got into the passenger seat.
I think Dame Zhao has stabilized her mood and her mood has improved a lot. I feel that even if she encounters any problems tonight, she can solve them step by step.
But as soon as the car left the door, Zhao Qian's phone rang, and she frowned slightly: "It's Dad's."
"I took a look. It should be to ask when you will arrive at Zhuangzi." Seeing her worry, I relieved her.
"Dad, it's me." Zhao Qian nodded.
But then, Zhao Qian was silent. After a while, she gradually turned pale.
When something happened, I knew Zhao Qian's expression, and Zhao Xi wouldn't call her daughter if it was okay, but once it did, it would undoubtedly be a major event, perhaps something ordinary people could not accept.