"This is...this is an object used to hold things?"
Jiang Laoliu looked at it for a few times, and soon understood the general intention of this painting with simple and clear lines.
This made Cheng Chubi couldn't help but smile proudly, and even raised the corners of his eyes at Li Ke. Young man, are you looking down on me?
"Well, you are indeed very discerning. This is a bottle used to hold things. The size is about one foot high and half a foot wide..."
When Cheng Chubi told the size, Jiang Laoliu in front of him shook his head shyly.
"I'm afraid this young master, a villain, can't do it..."
"Can't it be done?" Cheng Chubi was a little confused. He glanced at the exquisite tomboy-like ancient paperweight in front of him.
"You can even make this thing, why can't you make a bottle?"
"Well... we don't have that kind of tool. If we were smaller or a villain, we could still think of a way."
Jiang Laoliu pointed at the various exquisite glass art-making tools around him, which were used for pinching, pressing, and scratching.
"But the size the young master needs is so big. The villain can't make it, so there is really nothing he can do."
"Pinch..." Cheng Chubi moved his index finger and thumb and immediately laughed.
"I don't need you to pinch me, I just need you to blow me out."
"???" Li Ke was completely confused. When he blew it, Gu knew that Niubi was blown, but the glass making was not Niubi.
On the side, Young Inspector Wu also had a dark look on his face. He finally remembered that this was the third son of Duke Lu.
Isn't it the same Cheng Chubi and Cheng Laosan who ranked first in the gossip traffic list of Chang'an City in the Tang Dynasty a few days ago?
The lost boy, who lost his memory and lost his mind, did many incredible things, setting off waves of gossip in Chang'an City.
I heard that the dogs of General Li Keshi were often killed by him.
I also heard that since he ate bear heart, leopard gallbladder, and drank wolf heart and dog lung soup, he became much more energetic.
Not only can he treat dogs, but he can also treat people. It is said that General Qin, who is now recovering and has returned to his post, was treated by him.
It's just that there are so many such rumors that it's hard to tell whether they are true or false...
Jiang Laoliu felt that there was something wrong with the young master's brain, and he was a little scared, so he moved his butt to the side a little.
"Sir, this glass is extremely hot when it comes out of the oven. I really don't dare to blow it."
Li Ke was also a little anxious. "Brother Chu Bi, how about we stop bragging and try another approach?"
Seeing the expressions of Li Ke and Young Supervisor Wu looking at each other, Cheng Chubi was unhappy. Do you really think I'm bragging?
Cheng Chubi had a dark face, glared at Li Ke and Wu Shaojian, and said unhappily.
"Wouldn't you take an iron pipe and blow on this thing?"
"Iron pipe..." Jiang Laoliu couldn't help but be a little confused. He pointed at Cheng Chubi's painting. "Can it be blown like that?"
Cheng Chubi just laughed. Are you looking down on me? You don’t understand. That’s because you don’t use Douyin and Kuaishou.
"If you have an iron pipe, find one. It's of this thickness..."
I quickly found an iron pipe that was as thick as a finger and no more than half a foot long.
Another lump of red maltose-like object was brought into the stove.
Cheng Chubi first inserted an iron pipe on it, and then the craftsmen cut out a small piece and attached it to the iron pipe.
Then he held it like this, puffed up his cheeks and blew...
Everyone saw that this ball of red colored glaze began to swell from the middle.
Then Cheng Chubi placed the object on the bluestone board and released his hand as fast as lightning.
He stood up with his hands behind his back, a gentle and reserved smile on his face. "How?"
Looking at the semi-finished glass product with a cavity formed in the middle and expanding, it is slowly deflating at the moment.
Li Ke stretched out his hand with a face full of novelty. "Let me try, ah!!!"
The third son of the majestic Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, His Highness the King of Shu, who was rich in knowledge and talents, screamed strangely together, jumping and waving his hands.
"Hot, hot, hot..."
"..." Wu Shaojian and a group of craftsmen looked at this person in confusion.
His Royal Highness, King of Shu, who looked very majestic and arrogant in his appearance and demeanor, now jumped like a monkey with its butt burned.
Cheng Chubi rubbed the fingers behind his back that had been burned just now, with a look of surprise and concern on his face.
"Your Highness, Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"
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"Brother Chu Bi...did you deliberately trick me just now?"
Li Ke had a dark face, soaked one hand in the cold water brought by the craftsman, and looked at Cheng Chubi with extremely resentful eyes.
"Brother Xian, how can you think so?" Cheng Chubi said angrily.
"You were so impatient just now and suddenly reached out your hand. Even if I wanted to remind you, it was too late."
"You and I, brothers, have a relationship where we have cut off chicken heads and burned yellow paper. How could I deceive you?"
Looking at Cheng Chubi's righteous speech, spittle flew everywhere.
Li Ke just laughed... This is very similar to his usual behavior after deceiving others, as he is an actor.
Fortunately, a craftsman found a longer, thicker, and thicker iron pipe. This time, there was no need for Cheng Chubi and Li Ke to try it again.
Instead, Jiang Laoliu came into the battle, and this time, he really blew something like an oval jar.
"Can't it be bigger?" Cheng Chubi looked at the glass container, which was probably not large enough to contain a drop of urine, and was very dissatisfied.
"Mr. Cheng, are you afraid that if you want to be bigger, you won't be able to do it? After all, the colored glaze only lasts so long.
To be able to blow it so loudly is because I have tried my best.”
"If you want to blow it to the size you want, I'm afraid you'll have to wait half a month."
The person in charge of Liuli who had already arrived said cautiously.
"Half a month?"
"It's not that I didn't wait for you. This glass needs to be smelted. The process is very complicated. It only takes half a month."
"...Then, let's forget it."
Cheng Chubi shook his head in disappointment. No wonder, no wonder this domestic colored glaze cannot be mass-produced and promoted.
After all, this thing is taking a high-end route, playing with art, pursuing high precision, and playing with slow and meticulous work.
"Forget it? Brother Chu Bi, but..." Li Ke couldn't help but become anxious, shook off the water in his hand, came closer and whispered.
"Isn't my grandpa the emperor going to use this object?"
"Do you think your grandpa, the emperor, can walk around Da'an Palace for half a month carrying a urinal all day long and still be full of joy?"
Li Ke took a deep breath. Such a scene was so eye-catching.
For half a month, Li Yuan has to have a urinary catheter inserted for half a month. Well, tsk tsk...
This bad-tempered emperor wandered around Da'an Palace all day long carrying a urine jar.
If the news leaks out and His Majesty the Emperor dies socially, Uncle Li will go crazy even if the Emperor is not crazy.
I'm afraid that half a month later, either the Supreme Emperor will come to the door with a urine jar and a knife, or he will kneel outside the Suzaku Gate and wait for the rhythm of the snow falling in June.