Judging from the price of rosewood raw materials in the 1980s, it was not that expensive, about the same price as huanghuali.
The main thing is that they are relatively scarce at the moment, and most of these materials grow in the deep mountains and old forests of the south. In this era, it is not easy to get them back. That's why they are expensive but not marketable.
Most of the existing red sandalwood is shaped furniture. Shang Shaohua wanted to find a suitable piece of red sandalwood raw material to carve Buddha statues. For this purpose, he could not just buy a piece of red sandalwood furniture and then find a way to make it into a Buddha statue.
Bar.
Let’s not talk about whether we can find a suitable one. Even if there is a suitable one and we can buy it back, the price will be equally high.
So, this time it was really a coincidence. I met this young man Song Wenjing unexpectedly, and I was able to get what I wanted.
"Mr. Shang, I will go back in three days at the latest. I will bring the things here. I don't know where you live, so I will send them to you then. That piece of wood is quite heavy, and you have a little time to move it.
It’s strenuous.”
"I live not far from here. If you ride a bicycle, you can get there in about ten minutes. Come, I'll write you an address, and I'll bother Wen Jing when the time comes. I have good tea over there, waiting for you.
Please have a taste when you come over."
Shang Shaohua asked Zhang Wenyuan to find paper and pen, write the address and handed it over.
Song Wenjing looked at it carefully, and then carefully put it away. At the same time, he said: "Mr. Shang, I am quite curious about carving. Can I still observe it by your side?"
"Oh?" Shang Shaohua couldn't help but joke, "Are you planning to steal your skills? I charge very high fees."
Stealing a master? Originally, Song Wenjing had no other ideas, he was just curious. But when he heard what Shang Shaohua said, he was immediately inspired. This is a good choice. If he can really learn a carving craft, he can use the extra carving skills in the future.
A pair of Taishi chairs were made from rosewood wood.
When we took back so much wood, we had such a plan. But what we thought at that time was to find a skilled carpenter to build it, but carpentry is a carpenter's job, and the Taishi chair requires a lot of carvers.
Made by specialized personnel.
If you can learn to carve by yourself, not only can you carve your own Taishi chair, but you can also learn a craft, which is simply killing two birds with one stone.
Even opening an antique jade shop in the future and carving jade for sale yourself would be a good choice!
Of course, it is definitely impossible to steal someone's skills. Not to mention it is against ethics, even if you want to steal someone's skills, it is not that easy.
But there is a master sculptor right in front of him. If he can become his master, that would definitely be the right choice. The problem now is that this is just his wishful thinking, and he may not be willing to agree to it.
Song Wenjing's eyes exuded a kind of fire, but he didn't know how to open his mouth. Once he was rejected, everyone would feel a little embarrassed, and even find it difficult to get off.
Zhang Wenyuan, who was sitting aside, noticed Song Wenjing's abnormality immediately. At the same time, he also had some thoughts in his heart.
"Shaohua, I remember that you seemed to have two apprentices before. The eldest apprentice passed away due to illness that year, and the second apprentice seemed to have gone abroad or to Hong Kong Island." Zhang Wenyuan mentioned the past again.
"Hey!" Shang Shaohua sighed again.
"At that time, Mingyao was not in good health, and coupled with the torture, he must not have been able to bear it, and he died of illness within half a year. Zhicheng was young and impulsive, and couldn't stand the false accusations, so he ran away with others when he got angry. Some people
Some people say he is dead, some say he was smuggled to the other side, and some say he is on Hong Kong Island. I have no news about him."
Mentioning the past always makes me a little sad, and the same goes for Shang Shaohua.
Zhang Wenyuan did not dare to continue this topic, but said: "Then why didn't your son Zhengdong inherit your mantle?"
"I also hope that he can learn from me, but he refuses to do it. Later, in 1980, I was rehabilitated, and Zhengdong also found a good job, working in the Hotan Prefecture Mining Bureau. Now it is considered
He is a small leader and has a good life, so he has no plans to return to Shuzhou."
At this time, Shang Shaohua had already roughly guessed Zhang Wenyuan's intention, and he specifically looked at Song Wenjing who was sitting upright beside him again.
From the bottom of his heart, Shang Shaohua was very satisfied with the young man in front of him. Although they had known each other for a short time, he could draw certain conclusions from Zhang Wenyuan's introduction and his own observations.
When he accepts a disciple, the first and most important thing is character, followed by talent and perseverance.
There is no problem with his character. In terms of perseverance, from the fact that Song Wenjing insisted on collecting rags for so long without caring about other people's opinions, it can be seen that he does not lack it. The only thing he lacks is his talent.
This point is not obvious yet. At the same time, Shang Shaohua has his own understanding or confidence. He does not think that he cannot train a good apprentice.
"Shaohua, I think this kid Wen Jing has good conditions in all aspects. If possible, I think it would be a good choice for you to accept him as your closed disciple. At least he will be taken care of in Shuzhou in the future, and he will definitely be taken care of.
No problem. Haha..."
Zhang Wenyuan said, half jokingly and half inquiringly, that although he would not have any discrimination against Song Wenjing's current career, it would not be a long-term solution if he continued like this. If he could really become a disciple of Shang Shaohua today and learn a craft in the future, he would finally be able to do so.
is a way out.
"Haha, this kid Wen Jing is not bad." Shang Shaohua said with a smile.
As a master, he couldn't rush to accept a disciple. Even if he really liked the possibility of a disciple, he wouldn't take the initiative to mention it.
However, when Song Wenjing heard what Ya meant, he still didn't know what the other party meant.
He immediately stood up, picked up the tea cup from the coffee table, pinched some tea leaves from Zhang Wenyuan's tea box, and brewed it with boiling water.
Finally, he held the tea bowl and respectfully walked to Shang Shaohua and knelt down, "Master, please accept me as your disciple. Once a teacher, always a father, I will do what I say!"
This era is different from a few decades later. Accepting a disciple is a very orthodox ceremony, and you don't just recognize a master casually. And once a relationship is established, you need to be treated like an elder. During every year and festival, you must treat each other like an elder.
Visit with gifts, not just words.
If you can't do it in the future, someone will poke you in the back.
Seeing that Song Wenjing was so knowledgeable, Shang Shaohua did not hesitate. Instead, he smiled happily and picked up the tea bowl and took a small sip. Then he put down the tea bowl and helped Song Wenjing up.
In this way, it is tantamount to officially recognizing the apprenticeship ceremony, and Song Wenjing will also be his third disciple, and he can also be regarded as a closed disciple.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!" Zhang Wenyuan laughed and clapped his hands.
Today, he was regarded as a witness, officially witnessing the apprenticeship ceremony. And he took the initiative to bring up this matter and promoted it. Of course he was happy to have such an ending.
"No one should leave tonight. Wen Jing, there are vegetables at home, as well as some braised beef. You can fry two more vegetables and serve wine to your master. The three of us will have a good drink today. Old Shang, I hid it there
A bottle of Moutai from the 1970s, but I haven’t been willing to drink it. We won’t go home until we get drunk today!”
Hearing what his old friend said, Shang Shaohua also seemed to be very energetic, "Okay, you old boy, you can do it. You even have this kind of wine hidden in it. Take it out quickly. Am I still afraid of you?"
Seeing the two old people looking like this, Song Wenjing was also happy. So he quickly went to the kitchen to cook and prepare to have a good drink with the two old people.
After more than half an hour, the three of them finally arrived at the table.
Unfortunately, there was only one bottle of Moutai, and the three of them drank it, but no one got drunk. Seeing that the two old people were not satisfied yet, Song Wenjing stood up and was about to go out to buy another bottle, but was stopped by Shang Shaohua.
Come down.
"What time is it now, where are you going to buy wine? Besides, after drinking such a good wine, drinking anything else will seem tasteless."
Only then did Song Wenjing realize that it was 1989 and all stores were state-owned. People had already gone home from get off work, so where could I buy wine for you?
And Shang Shaohua is right, after just drinking a bottle of good wine, drinking anything else will seem tasteless.