Thinking of this, Lu Zi'an was shocked.

What if diabolo is compared to wood carving or jade carving?

The same teaching is different, and Mr. Zhang even performed this one more thoroughly. He didn't even care about the name of master and apprentice, but he would always teach each other.

But, what did he get?

Apprentices leave one after another, less than one-tenth of the ratio.

If you think deeper, what if wood carvings and jade carvings are the same? Will they come to this point one day?

That's not just a jade romance, but a disaster in the entire craft circle.

"Oh? Mr. Lu can do wood carvings, too?" Mr. Zhang said in surprise.

Lu Zian suddenly came back to his senses from his thoughts, and after hearing this sentence, he felt a little confused.

"Yes, he likes to make these things." Chen Mange played with a small diabolo: "Is this kind of diabolo really fun to play with?"

"Of course," Mr. Zhang was about to reach out and pick it up, but suddenly remembered that the one in his hand had not been finished yet. He was a little hesitant to do it first or play first: "Or wait a moment, you play first, I will teach you how to play after I finish it."

Chen Mange nodded with a smile: "Okay!"

The little girl with a sweet smile is very popular everywhere.

Mr. Zhang happily sat back on his original position and continued his work: "The diabolo has been improved for many generations. The diabolo made in the past was all fixed shafts. This is not easy to play with, it is easy to wrap the thread when playing, and it makes a mess. Now it's good, the shafts are all moving... That's it..."

After the mouth is repaired, it will be wrapped in numbness.

Mr. Zhang also pays attention to this point.

He first wiped the ermali gently with a cloth soaked in warm water, and explained in his mouth: "This is to make the ermali soft. Then you see, when you wrap it here, you can't get out of the wire duct, you must wrap it tightly!"

While his tone was getting heavier, his hands were slightly tight and wrapped tightly and beautifully.

"A shaft is the most important part of diabolo, but it is also the most likely place to wear, so it must be done well..." Unlike many people who use machine tools, Mr. Zhang made the shaft completely by hand.

He used a pencil to draw the upper shaft, the shaking line and the head of the shaft, then carved it out neatly with a carving knife, and finally polished it with gauze.

While he was doing these details, Lu Zian was observing silently.

Although Mr. Zhang is not a main business in wood carving and does not have the finestness of a carpenter in polishing, it is rare that every move of Mr. Zhang is very standard.

Seeing Mr. Zhang drilling holes in the center of the already prepared vocal wheel according to the diameter of the upper axis, Lu Zian took the chair beside him with great interest and sat down, watching attentively.

On the upper part of the shaft, use a small saw to cut a straight seam, about three-quarters of the entire part.

Then apply glue and insert the shaft into the sound wheel.

Lu Zian couldn't help but pick up the wooden wedge that Mr. Zhang had prepared before and placed it aside and handed it to Mr. Zhang's hand.

"Huh?" After Mr. Zhang took it very naturally, he looked at him in surprise, as if he was wondering how he would know that his next step was to take the wooden wedge.

However, because the work on his hands was not completed, Mr. Zhang did not think much about it. He put the wooden wedges on the saw seam and smashed the wooden wedges one by one with a small wooden hammer.

The wooden wedge slowly pushed in and squeezed out a lot of glue.

Lu Zian handed over the towel at the right time. Mr. Zhang was happy, looked at him with a smile, took it over happily, wiped the glue clean, and then smoothed the excess wooden wedges.

He lifted it up and looked carefully, and confirmed that there was no problem, so Mr. Zhang began to fill the glue.

"This is a pig skin fat glue soaked in cold water in advance." While explaining, he slowly boiled it with fire. Mr. Zhang took a spoon and scooped it: "After soaking, you must boil it like me, like porridge."

Chen Mange, who was standing aside, wanted to speak but stopped. She really couldn't understand Mr. Zhang's thinking. Could it be that every person who came to watch Mr. Zhang would explain it in such detail?

So, can they learn this way?

If that counts, then there is too much water in the three or four hundred apprentices.

At this time, Mr. Zhang had already poured the boiled glue into the entrance of the sound wheel, shaking it left and right, then poured out the poured glue and wiped the leaking glue with a hot wet cloth.

"This is done temporarily. After the glue is dried, you need to check the balance. If one end is light and the other end is heavy, add the glue slowly until the two sides are completely balanced." Mr. Zhang put the diabolic on a flat rack: "Actually it's very simple, right? There's nothing left behind. Grinding and painting are basic skills. It depends on your hand, you should be an insider. These small things should not be difficult for you."

Following his gaze, Chen Mange looked at Lu Zi'an's finger.

To be honest, Lu Zian's hands are very beautiful.

The fingers are not thick or thin, the nails are trimmed very roundly, and the joints are clear. In addition, they rarely go out at home all year round and their skin is relatively white. These hands are suitable even if they are used as hand molds.

But, all of this is manifestation.

When Lu Zi'an turned his hand around, the calluses on his fingertips and palms all showed his identity.

Everyone has more or less occupational diseases, such as mouse hands, mobile phone elbows, keyboard wrists, but Lu Zian is more serious than those.

He didn't pay attention to it usually because the thicker the cocoon, the easier it would be to make things.

"Oh?" Lu Zian generously spread his hands on the table with a faint smile: "Would Mr. Zhang guess what I do?"

"Let me see..." Mr. Zhang pushed his glasses and observed carefully: "Like a carpenter? Well, if the carpenter is, the cocoon should be thicker... If the jade carving master is, you are not as old as..."

What is rare is the calm and composed demeanor. You can tell at a glance that this person has seen strong winds and waves.

"I guess, you should be the seal engraving?" Mr. Zhang hesitated: "The calluses on your thumb are not very thick, and they even feel a little bit melted. They should be caused by touching the materials frequently."

This is accurate. Lu Zian does touch various materials often, but the cocoon on his thumb is not thick. On the other hand, it is because he uses a lot of carving knives.

Lu Zian nodded with a smile: "Absolutely."

"That's just that I wasn't guessing right?" Mr. Zhang looked carefully and shook his head: "Carpenter?"

“…yes, but not.”

"Jade Carver?"

In order to prevent him from continuing to guess, Lu Zian took the initiative to confess: "I have a wide range of knowledge and can do a little bit of each type."

At this moment, Mr. Zhang frowned seriously and looked at him with disagreement, as if he had just met him.

His eyes paused in his hand, and Mr. Zhang sighed: "After all, you are a little younger. You will suffer a great loss like this. It seems that you are quite talented, why is your mind so unstable? If you want to learn, learn well. You are not willing to teach by your master... Alas!"

He clearly wrote regret in his eyes, and he obviously didn't like Lu Zi'an's behavior.

Lu Zian smiled and nodded: "What Mr. Zhang said is, as the saying goes, do what you do and love what you do..."

"Dad, you call me?" Someone lifted the curtain and walked in strode. Seeing Lu Zian and the others paused, he looked puzzled: "Who are you?"

Who is this?

"Uh, this is here to buy diabolo. This is Mr. Lu, this is Miss Chen." Mr. Zhang pointed at the man who came in casually: "This is my son, Zhang and his team, who are in college, and the school is on vacation."

“…”

The most feared thing is that the world suddenly becomes quiet.

Chen Mange's heart was so smirking that he turned his face and smiled secretly. He gave Lu Zian a teasing look out of the corner of his eyes.

In fact, Lu Zi'an wanted to laugh, but he had to keep calm, and his face was slightly distorted.

This is a coincidence...

Zhang Yixing scratched his head, obviously also understood that something had happened just now, but he still smiled heartily and stretched out his hand: "Hello, Mr. Lu, are you going to buy diabolo? Why don't I introduce it to you..."

"That's going to be troublesome." Lu Zian stood up and reached out to shake hands with him.

"No trouble, no trouble..."

"Wait a minute." Mr. Zhang stopped him and stared at Lu Zi'an with bright eyes: "What do you do? I don't believe you can do anything."

Lu Zian hesitated for a moment. He couldn't bear to say that he wanted to lie to him, but he might not believe it if he told the truth, so it was really difficult to deal with.

He could only say carefully: "I learn things faster... and my brain is flexible..."

It's really a bit embarrassed to brag about myself like this.

"Is that true..." Mr. Zhang thought for a moment, his eyes lit up: "Then you watched me do it just now, have you learned it?"

Out of a kind of valuing talent, he really disagrees with Lu Zian's behavior.

Since you have a good foundation, a flexible mind, and learn things quickly, you should study a skill well.

Their generation, if you learn a craft, you will do it all your life. How can you fish for three days and dry the net for two days?

This is simply unforgivable in Mr. Zhang's eyes.

Lu Zian did not speak immediately, but briefly passed the process Mr. Zhang had just done in his mind.

For wood carving, it is not difficult for him. If you put glue on it, you can hook it with lacquer...

Based on these points, it should not be difficult.

However, Lu Zian still didn't say anything big: "I can try it."

"Have Mr. Lu done it before?" Zhang Yixing naturally would not stop them. While helping to pick the materials, he secretly lowered his voice to apologize: "I'm sorry, my dad is a little bit aligned. He doesn't stop others after learning it, but he doesn't let anyone go until he finishes learning it. He feels like late obsessive-compulsive disorder."

"..." Lu Zian nodded with a smile: "I understand, my dad is almost the same."

Zhang Yixing felt resentful and felt like he met a soulmate: "Hey, most of them are like this in their lifetime."

After picking the suitable bamboo tube, Lu Zian sat down in front of the workbench.
Chapter completed!