Chapter seven hundred and forty second: Can't put it down
After playing in the mud for a day and waiting for the fire to cool down at night, they dug up the plant ashes and dug out the pottery bowls, jars, jars and other things they had made during the day, one by one, like digging for treasure.
None of the three large jars made by Cheng Muyan was broken. Even the other bowls and jars were cooked extremely well. The pottery bowls made by Qing Huan and Bai Zelin were also in good condition and looked quite strong. They were Guoguo's pen holders.
, although it was not broken when I took it out, the barrel was full of cracks and looked like it would fall apart at any time.
When Guoguo carefully held her pen holder on the spaceship, it was like holding a raw egg with a thin skin and a crisp shell, as if she was afraid that if she moved too hard, the pen holder would fall apart.
Without even having time to say hello, Guoguo got on the spaceship and rushed into his room. When he came out again, everyone saw that the pen holder in his hand was wrapped in a layer of hard cloth and carefully tied with a rope.
It was tied up and down twice, as if it were wearing a full set of clothes.
Cheng Muyan gave him a thumbs up, then turned around and continued to carry her own clay pots.
The mud is fine and the soil is good, so the pottery is extremely strong. The dark pottery seems to be reflecting light, as if it has been coated with a layer of glaze, and it looks particularly delicious.
"It feels like a work of art." Cheng Muyan lay on the table looking at the beautiful pottery with bright eyes.
Bai Zelin also looked at the several pottery bowls he had made and played with them fondly. Even Guo Guo also touched his pottery that leaked air from all sides. If there was a camera with such a broken pen holder, he might
You can also take a hundred and eighty pictures.
Qing Huan went to the kitchen to make dinner, otherwise there would probably be one more person appreciating pottery in the hall.
Cheng Muyan was quite satisfied with their expressions of liking. The more they liked it, the more people would come to see the Yuxian Pavilion Pottery Museum exhibition, and the more people would play the mud-making game, hehe.
Cheng Muyan felt that she was really a clever little girl. Yuxian Pavilion had endless plans to gain wealth, and it was not all because she had a flexible little mind and a pair of eyes that could detect wealth.
Perfect!
After roughly recording the matter in a note, Cheng Muyan was ready to let Qingjiu figure it out on her own. Besides, didn't Yan Qizhi help?
He has been live streaming the Yuxian Pavilion players for so long, and he will always find out which projects these people are particularly fond of and what their preferences are. When the time comes, he will ask him to make a form and send the survey results to Qingjiu so that they can work together.
It also saves her from having to work hard to come up with these weird ideas every day. She is also very busy, okay?
While eating dinner, Cheng Muyan wrote these words.
He asked him to put away the pottery she made and the pottery Qing Huan made himself. He didn't know what to do with it. However, Bai Zelin and Guo Guo's pottery was left for him to keep for himself, and Qing Huan looked disgusted with it.
His little eyes could tell that he didn't like the pottery they made.
This fact makes Cheng Muyan quite proud.
No matter how good you are at playing mahjong or poker, you still can't pinch me when pinching pottery! Hmph, you are so arrogant!
After walking around like this for a day, I felt completely relaxed, and the fatigue stored in my muscles from the previous day had already dissipated in this relaxed and comfortable atmosphere.
At night, listening to the patter of rain hitting the windows and leaves, everyone sleeps deeper and sweeter.
Of course, before going to bed, Cheng Muyan and Qing Huan's little theater about sharing the spoils is unavoidable.
The two of them were like brother bandits who robbed something. They carried the good stuff on their backs and stayed in the house when they got back. You had a silver ingot and I had a white pearl and they were so happy.
If Bai Zelin and Guo Guo were here, they would definitely show aggrieved and sad eyes. These treasures were obtained from their hands, and their property was robbed. Can they be happy?
However, even though Bai Zelin and Guo Guo lost their money, neither one of them was unhappy. The reason was that one of them had obtained the Space Najie and Cheng Muyan's trust, so he was considered to be in the same group as them.
Aren't you happy? The other one is because of the first piece of art I made, a pottery pen holder.
Although the pen holder is a little broken and doesn't look very strong, it is also the fruit of Guoguo's first labor, not to mention that it is broken. There are a few cracks on the pen holder, and there are a few cracks on the outside.
The coarse cloth sleeve and the bundles of green grass look quite artistic. If you just hang some literary poems and put a delicate and tangible leaf label on it, it will really be a model of literature and art.
Anyway, this pen holder is deeply loved by Guo Guo, and she almost wants to hug him and sleep together. If he hadn't fallen asleep by himself, it wouldn't have been serious, and the fragile pen holder would have been cracked by sleep.
When I get a love tube, I will actually hold him and sleep together.
"We really don't need it." Seeing that after a whole night, he still cared so much about this pen holder, and even had to eat the fruit together for breakfast, Bai Zelin stuffed his mouth with a bun and couldn't help but complain.
"We're going out later, will you take this pottery pen holder with you too?" Bai Zelin looked at Guoguo curiously and said, "What if it falls off your body due to some negligence? Wouldn't that mean it would be a direct hit?
cold?"
This refers to the pottery pen holder.
Although he also likes the pottery bowls he made, he is not as crazy as Guo Guo. He has to take food, drink and diarrhea together, which is so perverted!
Of course, his pottery bowls were also put into his newly acquired space ring, occupying a place in the treasure storehouse, but they were also treasured by him as collections, just like other gold, silver, and spiritual stones.
He also loves the collection value, but he doesn't hold it in his hand every day and play with it all the time. It's unnecessary and it takes up space.
"What you said seems to make sense." Guoguo, who was eating steamed buns and drinking porridge, frowned, then looked at the pottery pen holder on the table, nodded secretly and said, "I really need to put it away later.
, so as not to lose it if it falls. This is the only one in the world. Even I can’t make a second one. It’s unique.”
Is it unique and bad? Can we never make another pottery pen holder with such a bad level? Thank you for your self-awareness!
Cheng Muyan, who was nibbling a bun on the side, heard their conversation and had to bite the bun tightly to prevent herself from laughing out loud.
This is so funny. Can it be a little funnier?
Qing Huan saw the smile in the little girl's eyes, and felt happy in her heart. What Guoguo treasured was the pen holder, the item he wanted to keep for his first handiwork, but what he wanted was all the little girl's.