Legend of Wayaofang

Inscription: Inferior competition produces grievances, and people die by hook or by crook, and both lose. Since then, the famous kiln has no tiles.

In the village, there are good clay and excellent ceramic tiles. The two big tile kilns belong to different owners and bosses, and their scale, quality and reputation are comparable.

They are all smart craftsmen, and the tiles they make are all works of art, and they also sell well. Excellent quality and expanding reputation have attracted many foreign merchants. The scale and quality can't be compared, and buyers are often confused. Both kiln owners are thinking that only by belittling or killing their opponents can their own things take the lead and be sold to a farther and larger market. When I first went abroad to study, I was taught skills by different teachers, and both of them were taught the skills to protect themselves. They are artists with their own unique skills, and they are equal opponents in chess and drums.

The real feud started when the owner's tile kiln didn't catch fire. At first, you robbed a merchant, and I spoke ill of you in front of the merchant. Neither of us was at ease. But this time, Jia Qian wanted to take advantage of the spring rain to use environmental factors to hide and completely defeat his master. The owner is burning the kiln, and all the men, women and children sitting around the kiln are holding a cattail fan in their hands, constantly fanning the pine at the door of the kiln to light the fire. The fan wind can accelerate the air flow, make the combustion more complete, and help the coal inside to form a barbecue tile blank after burning. It usually takes several hours to burn, but it keeps raining. Master Zheng walked around the kiln countless times. After a few hours, there was no coal burning in any cave.

He's a little worried. This time he burned for so long, and there was not much wood. If he doesn't catch fire again, he will take down the beam and burn it, and he will keep burning to burn coal. Once all the firewood in the tunnel below is burned, it will be declared a failure before the coal is connected to the fire. The hard tile blank and the coal sandwiched between the tile blanks should be discarded, and then the bamboo basket will draw water with a sieve. This has never happened before, and occasionally there is not enough wood to tear down a beam and burn a kiln. But this time it's a little strange. Master Dai in Jia Xi never goes out or goes out. Usually, as long as there is a little fire in the kiln, he will come around and talk about the cool life. In a word, he is not kind, but he has done nothing wrong.

Master Zheng asked all the people who helped fan the kiln wind to step up the fan, and he went home to find a way. First, I went to Dai's house with an invisible shield. When he entered the room, he saw a big bowl of white porcelain on the altar, which was filled with a bowl of clear water. It suddenly dawned on him that he had let my earthen kiln into the sea, and he wanted to dry up the water in the sea. Even if all the firewood in the world was burned, there could be no dry day. He didn't dare to pour the water in that bowl for fear that Master Dai would catch him red-handed. He went home with a shield. The children of the two families are good playmates and often spend time together. Dai Le took advantage of the rain today and went to Zheng Quan's home again.

Master Zheng wants to use the child's ignorance to break the game. He called Dai Le to his side. "You should go home at once. As long as you inadvertently pry the white porcelain bowl on your altar to the ground, this bag of candy is yours and I won't give it to Zheng Quan. " Children are still young, so I don't know what grievances there are between adults. As soon as I hear that there is sugar to eat, I immediately go out and run to my home. When I entered the room, I just poked the white porcelain bowl with a bamboo stick, and it fell to the ground with a crash, breaking into several pieces and splashing water all over the floor. Afraid of being abused by his parents, he slipped out and returned to Zheng's family. Master Zheng, it must be a success to see this boy coming again so soon. But he was not at ease and asked how Dai Le did it. He nodded with satisfaction and handed the promised bag of candy to the musician. Dai Le was happy to get candy, but he was afraid to go home. He is still with Zheng Quan, eating and playing. When his parents called him, he wouldn't go back until dark.

The workers in the kiln came home and asked Master Zheng to prepare some more firewood. I'm afraid this kiln will burn until tonight. Master Zheng called for help and took down two beams. He can only do this, because there is no extra firewood at home, and more beams are built for fear that the house will collapse without support in the spring storm. Master Zheng is thinking, since Master Dai moved my earthen kiln, I will borrow his bed foot to burn it first. Together, they broke the beam and took it to the kiln mouth. At the same time, Master Zheng put his foot directly into the kiln mouth to burn. It was red in an instant, and both feet were on fire. It's like a pair of oiled steel feet. I saw a big fire. My feet were red. I didn't add any firewood. I quickly burned the coal in the kiln and connected it to the fire. There are a few nosy people watching, watching the boss and this stunt of saving firewood. Why would he rather burn the beams than use them?

Master Zheng drew his feet back from the mouth of the kiln, and there was no trace of burning. Then he went to the opposite kiln mouth. He turned half a circle and saw that the workers and helpers who fanned the kiln mouth were tired, and the strength and speed of fanning were obviously reduced. Although there is no Dai Jia practice now, it has passed the perfect time to ignite. The wood is almost burned, but there is only a little reddish inside, and some are only traces of black fireworks, which have not been connected to the fire. Master Zheng Can will not be responsible for every kiln entrance. Now he wants to burn the kiln with the foot of his bed.

Master Zheng lit a fire at the opposite kiln mouth and began to burn it in the same way. His feet reached the mouth of the kiln, the fire was red, and the roaring flames were still strung outside the mouth of the kiln. In a short time, he lit another kiln mouth. At this rate, in less than an hour, there will be no need to fan the wind and add firewood to the tile kiln, and the coal at the kiln mouth will be on fire. The tile kiln was finally ignited successfully, and everyone was relieved.

It was dark, the kiln fire kept burning, and the hanging heart was finally implemented. But today, everyone also found Master Zheng's stunt, and there is another question. Everyone went home one after another, and Master Zheng was still observing the temperature around the tile kiln. Master Dai came home from the outside, opened the door and saw the white porcelain bowl broken on the ground. He knew that the game he had set had been broken, but he didn't expect that his family Lele helped Zheng Jia. Dai Le also went home, holding half a bag of unfinished candy. As soon as I entered the door, I saw my father's frown and a face of unhappiness. He went straight to the room. What he saw startled him. The two scaffolding beds are all spread out on the ground, without the support of the big bed feet, and there is a little smell of fireworks. He called his father to come and see at the door of the room. Master Dai listened to his son's amazement and turned to the house. He knows it's not over yet. Zheng Jia is really good. Why don't they just call my house and sleep on the floor? He silently walked out of the room, took a big radish from the kitchen basket, took a few sewing needles, murmured, inserted the needles into the head of the white radish one by one, and then put them on the altar devoutly for there.

Master Dai called Lele to his side and told him not to touch the radish. The child nodded thoughtfully. Lele thought to herself, "Master Zheng told me to knock over that bowl of water and give me candy, but the foot of my bed was burned inexplicably." Now my father has offered radishes on the altar. What are these adults doing? Why are they so mysterious? "

That night, Dai's home was quiet. They padded the mattress with bricks and slept soundly. However, Master Zheng had a splitting headache and rolled around all night. This wear is really bad to the extreme, so I just laid hands on him. The next morning, he called his son Zheng Quan to his side. "You go to Dai Le home to play and see what's special on his altar. When you see it, you will find an excuse to come back and tell me. " Master Zheng has been enchanted, so he can no longer wear a shield to his home. He can only let his son find out. Soon, Zheng Quan came back. He told his father, "There is a big radish on his altar." Master Zheng immediately understood that there must be a steel needle on this radish. The master taught himself this spell. How can I get rid of it? There seems to be no other way except manpower. The altar is so high that children can't do it. He is in a hurry. The steel needle couldn't be pulled out for a while, and his headache was as tight as a wave. Sometimes he was twisted with pain, and sometimes he returned to normal.

Master Zheng called his wife to his side. "Now that I'm dressed up, I'll have a headache for a while. I'm lying in the steamer, and you keep burning the fire below. After 7749 days, I can cure my headache. At the same time, I can't open the lid, or I will die. " Suppose I die, you will take out the bamboo mat at home and wash it by the river, crying and saying,' What a miserable death you have! You died a terrible death! .....' and pull out one by one until the twenty-four articles are finished. No bamboo mats, just throw them into the river. "

Hearing this, his wife's face suddenly turned pale as ash. This is the last sentence of life and death! I have never heard of my husband's magic before, but today it obviously goes against common sense. Yesterday, the kiln didn't burn at first, then I lit it with my feet as firewood, and then I had a terrible headache at night. Now I have to steam myself in a steamer for so long, and if I have an accident, I have to wash bamboo mats and stretch strips. She is in a hurry. What can we do? She asked her husband if there was any other way to treat his headache. He said: "Dai Jia's practice is harmful and will definitely take my life. Adults can't do this. Zheng Quan went to his house to see it, but the children are too young to do it. Just do as I say. "

Master Zheng and his wife prepared a lot of wood, all of which were split with beams, and it took a lot of effort to complete the preparation. Master Zheng was lying in the steamer, and his wife began to make a fire below. Now her worries are unnecessary, so she just lights a fire. One day passed, and there was no movement and no smell of steamed meat, which showed that my husband was still fine in the steamer. He's alive. At night, she was a little sleepy, but it was a matter of life and death, and nothing could go wrong. She is full of energy and keeps the fire burning. Two weeks have passed, and the pot has not been filled with water. It has been burning like this, and I haven't smelled anything special. She believes that her husband is still very well. When she arrived nearby, she couldn't help wondering, how can a person stay in the steamer for so long without eating or drinking? It should be steamed! She forgot her husband's instructions, opened the lid a little and glanced inside. Her husband is fine inside, like a sleeping baby. She immediately covered it and continued to burn the fire. Within half a day, an attractive smell of meat got into her nose. She's scared. This is a terrible thing. My husband must have been steamed by me She continued to add firewood and burned it for another week, and the meat gradually faded. She knew that this might be the worst time. She opened the lid in fear, and a Bai Sensen skeleton was printed in her eyes at once, and her meat melted. She fully understood that when her husband told her not to look, she just steamed him, and now she killed him herself!

With a sad heart, she turned into the room, picked up a bamboo mat and walked to the river. She came to the river, scrubbed bamboo mats and burst into tears. "You die miserably! You died a terrible death! ..... "While pulling out bamboo sticks from the bamboo mat, Master Dai was in great pain every time he pulled out one. This is his rib. It was not until she pulled out twenty-four that Master Dai fainted from the pain. He fell to the ground like a pool of mud and never moved again. He died, too.

Postscript: Since then, the two kilns have never burned a tile, and the two kilns are no longer engaged in tile-making technology. Two excellent masons ended their young lives in pain. Inferior competition will only hurt both sides, cooperation can win, and narrow-minded people can't do great things. If we want to develop in the long run, only by absorbing the advantages of our peers and applying them to our own business path can we be in an invincible position for a long time. The two families, Dai and Zheng, obviously didn't understand, which eventually led to the ruin of their family and a bleak ending.