My name is Jock and I am an artist.
The bus driver said to me: "Where's the old one?"
The bus driver said to me: "Where's the old one?"
Every year, Dashan Village goes to the town to exchange goods, and my father is one of the buyers.
When he did, I couldn't suppress my emotions, so I immediately got up and ran over to the driver and beat him up.
He is an artist from Dashan Village, but I don’t think anyone in our village understands art.
My elderly father finally became too tired one day and left this matter to me.
When he did, I couldn't suppress my emotions, so I immediately got up and ran over to the driver and beat him up.
I recognized it as fifty yuan, even though there was no need for much money in the mountains.
My elderly father finally became too tired one day and left this matter to me.
But this journey is about 17 kilometers round trip, and the father pulling the cart almost has to leave early and come back late to make it.
I immediately asked him about the price of acrylic paint.
When I was a kid, my friends were still playing in the mud in the field.
"These pigments can be used to color clay, but the shelf life is only five years. Do not leave the lid open when not in use, as it will harden off." The teacher said with a smile.
In front of me, he lit a fire and put the little clay figure I made into it, and four hours of busy work followed.
I was already making various shapes out of mud, although these things were a laughing stock to me in the eyes of my companions.
My father asked the driver at the rest stop, and the driver agreed to bring him acrylic paint.
The bus driver entered the lounge and I looked at him from outside the door.
"But teacher, I want to learn." I said.
There is a rest stop on the tourist route, and the buses that come and go every day will be organized there.
That day, the teacher borrowed the stove from the neighbor’s house next door.
I was already making various shapes out of mud, although these things were a laughing stock to me in the eyes of my companions.
But I don't care at all.
"But teacher, I want to learn." I said.
On a whim, the tour guide took the tourists to a local market to relieve the boredom in the car.
I immediately asked him about the price of acrylic paint.
When the volunteer teacher in the village accidentally mentioned that fire can harden clay and shape it, I felt confused.
He said that he was a student at the Academy of Fine Arts and was very interested in the ceramics I made.
My father said with a smile: "There was a tourist group among the people visiting the market. They saw the pottery and looked at it for a long time. They immediately asked about the price and wanted to buy it back. During the period, the two of them even argued. The price kept getting higher and higher. I should have I’m talking about something more expensive.”
I looked at the little pottery man in my hand and was speechless with joy, while the teacher smiled and said, "Do you like this?"
When the volunteer teacher in the village accidentally mentioned that fire can harden clay and shape it, I felt confused.
He said that he was a student at the Academy of Fine Arts and was very interested in the ceramics I made.
And my father also started selling goods once a year to once every six months.
But this journey is about 17 kilometers round trip, and the father pulling the cart almost has to leave early and come back late to make it.
…
Instead, he just pulled the cart and took a dozen pieces of pottery to a farther place.
This is too simple for me who loves pottery, but I cherish the use of acrylic paints. Several of the commonly used colors have gradually bottomed out. Helplessly, I talked about this matter with my father.
According to the teaching teacher, in the past three years, we have been taught from illiterate people to junior high school education level.
After class that day, I took the little man I made and went to the home of the supporting teacher.
After class that day, I took the little man I made and went to the home of the supporting teacher.
On a whim, the tour guide took the tourists to a local market to relieve the boredom in the car.
He said that he was a student at the Academy of Fine Arts and was very interested in the ceramics I made.
More than a hundred small jars of acrylic paint were presented to my father. Of course, the bus driver smiled and said he could use the pottery as collateral.
I looked at the little pottery man in my hand and was speechless with joy, while the teacher smiled and said, "Do you like this?"
This is too simple for me who loves pottery, but I cherish the use of acrylic paints. Several of the commonly used colors have gradually bottomed out. Helplessly, I talked about this matter with my father.
The support teacher frowned slightly when he saw the clay figure in my hand.
At this time, my father would pull a cart and sell pottery, and the money he earned would buy supplies in the markets.
Only then did I realize that he had taken out the acrylic paints from the cabinet, which was now full of piles.
Then it was once a month and I was just asked to have ten pieces of pottery in a month.
Only then did I realize that he had taken out the acrylic paints from the cabinet, which was now full of piles.
After selling five pieces to tourists in exchange for banknotes, it became his daily routine to go shopping at the market.
But I still said happily: "Teacher, this thing will crack when it dries in the sun. Is it true that you said in class that it can be hardened with fire and will no longer crack?"
In the end, I bought two for fifty-one, and my father used one fifty-one to buy a lot of things from other villages that had more money.
The driver came to me, held two cans and said to me: "Two two hundred, or five pottery."
I recognized it as fifty yuan, even though there was no need for much money in the mountains.
The teacher thought about it and said, "Then you can come to me for half an hour every night when you are free, and I will teach you some art."
At this time, my father would pull a cart and sell pottery, and the money he earned would buy supplies in the markets.
The teacher smiled and said, "How about you put down the things first and go home first. I'll finish it tomorrow and show it to you?"
When I came to the rest stop that day, I found the bus driver.
But this journey is about 17 kilometers round trip, and the father pulling the cart almost has to leave early and come back late to make it.
There is a rest stop on the tourist route, and the buses that come and go every day will be organized there.
While chatting with his father, he thought about going to a rest stop to see some wise people.
When I was a kid, my friends were still playing in the mud in the field.
When he did, I couldn't suppress my emotions, so I immediately got up and ran over to the driver and beat him up.
The next day, my father took out a small bag and said to me: "Son, go to the city. This may not be suitable for you, but that's where you should go."
"But teacher, I want to learn." I said.
The teacher took out the little pottery figure with a stick, let it cool and stuffed it into my hand.
I looked at the little pottery man in my hand and was speechless with joy, while the teacher smiled and said, "Do you like this?"
The teacher said helplessly: "It's time to tutor you in a few art classes alone. You must be too embarrassed."
But I don't care at all.
After reluctantly exchanging it again, I had a great chat with a customer during the sale.
The first few times my father took me, I pulled a cart to sell.
Because the things I make can actually be sold for money, and it started with my dad.
And now I am seventeen years old and still holding on to the dirt. Although my parents talk about me every day, they are never in a hurry to really let me work.
"But teacher, you are the one pinching me," I said.
I immediately asked him about the price of acrylic paint.
Every year, Dashan Village goes to the town to exchange goods, and my father is one of the buyers.
When I came to the rest stop that day, I found the bus driver.
When the volunteer teacher in the village accidentally mentioned that fire can harden clay and shape it, I felt confused.
That day, the teacher borrowed the stove from the neighbor’s house next door.
The teacher said helplessly: "It's time to tutor you in a few art classes alone. You must be too embarrassed."
When the volunteer teacher in the village accidentally mentioned that fire can harden clay and shape it, I felt confused.
And I am the teacher's favorite student.
And reshaped the little figure, and squeezed out the bubbles and bumps on the surface.
I looked at the little pottery man in my hand and was speechless with joy, while the teacher smiled and said, "Do you like this?"
After returning home, I cried and told my father the truth. My father was so angry that he took a hoe and wanted to go to the rest stop to take revenge.
And reshaped the little figure, and squeezed out the bubbles and bumps on the surface.
A few years ago, my father tried to take two pottery pieces I made to the market. When he came back, he was very happy with a blue note in his hand.
On a whim, the tour guide took the tourists to a local market to relieve the boredom in the car.
The teacher smiled and said, "How about you put down the things first and go home first. I'll finish it tomorrow and show it to you?"
The tourists just happened to like the pottery in front of the father who was bartering for things, and they matched the prices with each other.
But over time, after learning about his father, he began to sympathize with him after learning that he was thousands of miles away.
In front of me, he lit a fire and put the little clay figure I made into it, and four hours of busy work followed.
He also told me that there should be no air bubbles when firing ceramic products.
He is an artist from Dashan Village, but I don’t think anyone in our village understands art.
I immediately asked him about the price of acrylic paint.
The teacher took out the little pottery figure with a stick, let it cool and stuffed it into my hand.
In the end, I bought two for fifty-one, and my father used one fifty-one to buy a lot of things from other villages that had more money.
The teacher taught me a lot individually, such as viewing angles and the golden ratio.
I recognized it as fifty yuan, even though there was no need for much money in the mountains.
The teacher took out the little pottery figure with a stick, let it cool and stuffed it into my hand.
The first few times my father took me, I pulled a cart to sell.
The bus driver said to me: "Where's the old one?"
My elderly father finally became too tired one day and left this matter to me.
This is too simple for me who loves pottery, but I cherish the use of acrylic paints. Several of the commonly used colors have gradually bottomed out. Helplessly, I talked about this matter with my father.
I looked at the little pottery man in my hand and was speechless with joy, while the teacher smiled and said, "Do you like this?"
The support teacher frowned slightly when he saw the clay figure in my hand.
I nodded my head excitedly and smiled.
I nodded my head excitedly and smiled.
The teacher took out the little pottery figure with a stick, let it cool and stuffed it into my hand.
I opened the bag and inside there were ten sheets of one hundred yuan.
More than a hundred small jars of acrylic paint were presented to my father. Of course, the bus driver smiled and said he could use the pottery as collateral.
When he opened a software called Taobao on his mobile phone, he showed me the real prices of these acrylic paints.
The teacher thought about it and said, "Then you can come to me for half an hour every night when you are free, and I will teach you some art."
The driver came to me, held two cans and said to me: "Two two hundred, or five pottery."
After class that day, I took the little man I made and went to the home of the supporting teacher.
Children in other mountain villages start working and farming when they are fourteen or five years old.
"But teacher, you are the one pinching me," I said.
Before the teacher left, he left me all the acrylic paints on a board, but I have been using them sparingly and cherishing them very much.
Only then did I realize that he had taken out the acrylic paints from the cabinet, which was now full of piles.
When he did, I couldn't suppress my emotions, so I immediately got up and ran over to the driver and beat him up.
He said that he was a student at the Academy of Fine Arts and was very interested in the ceramics I made.
…
"But teacher, I want to learn." I said.
"These pigments can be used to color clay, but the shelf life is only five years. Do not leave the lid open when not in use, as it will harden off." The teacher said with a smile.
…
But the price offered was a bit unacceptable. The bus driver pointed at the price on the screen with his mobile phone, which shocked his father.
When he did, I couldn't suppress my emotions, so I immediately got up and ran over to the driver and beat him up.
When he did, I couldn't suppress my emotions, so I immediately got up and ran over to the driver and beat him up.
The volunteer teacher has stayed in our mountain village for three years.
I was already making various shapes out of mud, although these things were a laughing stock to me in the eyes of my companions.
But this journey is about 17 kilometers round trip, and the father pulling the cart almost has to leave early and come back late to make it.
When I was a kid, my friends were still playing in the mud in the field.
The teacher smiled and said, "How about you put down the things first and go home first. I'll finish it tomorrow and show it to you?"
In the beginning, people from rest stops would come after my father.
But I don't care at all.
But I don't care at all.
According to the teaching teacher, in the past three years, we have been taught from illiterate people to junior high school education level.
But over time, after learning about his father, he began to sympathize with him after learning that he was thousands of miles away.
But over time, after learning about his father, he began to sympathize with him after learning that he was thousands of miles away.
…
Before the teacher left, he left me all the acrylic paints on a board, but I have been using them sparingly and cherishing them very much.
That day, the teacher borrowed the stove from the neighbor’s house next door.
When he did, I couldn't suppress my emotions, so I immediately got up and ran over to the driver and beat him up.
And reshaped the little figure, and squeezed out the bubbles and bumps on the surface.
And I am the teacher's favorite student.
According to the teaching teacher, in the past three years, we have been taught from illiterate people to junior high school education level.
But I still said happily: "Teacher, this thing will crack when it dries in the sun. Is it true that you said in class that it can be hardened with fire and will no longer crack?"
Children in other mountain villages start working and farming when they are fourteen or five years old.
He also told me that there should be no air bubbles when firing ceramic products.
When he did, I couldn't suppress my emotions, so I immediately got up and ran over to the driver and beat him up.
But this journey is about 17 kilometers round trip, and the father pulling the cart almost has to leave early and come back late to make it.
The teacher smiled and said, "How about you put down the things first and go home first. I'll finish it tomorrow and show it to you?"
The teacher taught me a lot individually, such as viewing angles and the golden ratio.
I nodded my head excitedly and smiled.
The support teacher frowned slightly when he saw the clay figure in my hand.
I was already making various shapes out of mud, although these things were a laughing stock to me in the eyes of my companions.
But the price offered was a bit unacceptable. The bus driver pointed at the price on the screen with his mobile phone, which shocked his father.
But this journey is about 17 kilometers round trip, and the father pulling the cart almost has to leave early and come back late to make it.
He also told me that there should be no air bubbles when firing ceramic products.
The bus driver said to me: "Where's the old one?"
Every month my father would take ten pieces of pottery to the rest stop and give five to the bus driver in exchange for acrylic paint.
And during the Chinese New Year, the teacher returned home and brought acrylic paint.
The teacher taught me a lot individually, such as viewing angles and the golden ratio.
My father asked the driver at the rest stop, and the driver agreed to bring him acrylic paint.
But I still said happily: "Teacher, this thing will crack when it dries in the sun. Is it true that you said in class that it can be hardened with fire and will no longer crack?"
Because the things I make can actually be sold for money, and it started with my dad.
"These pigments can be used to color clay, but the shelf life is only five years. Do not leave the lid open when not in use, as it will harden off." The teacher said with a smile.
Only then did I realize that he had taken out the acrylic paints from the cabinet, which was now full of piles.
While chatting with his father, he thought about going to a rest stop to see some wise people.
But this journey is about 17 kilometers round trip, and the father pulling the cart almost has to leave early and come back late to make it.
Before the teacher left, he left me all the acrylic paints on a board, but I have been using them sparingly and cherishing them very much.
He is an artist from Dashan Village, but I don’t think anyone in our village understands art.
More than a hundred small jars of acrylic paint were presented to my father. Of course, the bus driver smiled and said he could use the pottery as collateral.
I was making more and more pottery and it was looking better and better.
That day, the teacher borrowed the stove from the neighbor’s house next door.
When I stopped him, my father was so angry that he didn't sleep all night.
I nodded my head excitedly and smiled.
The first few times my father took me, I pulled a cart to sell.
In the following years, my father changed his strategy and stopped bartering with other people in the village.
Children in other mountain villages start working and farming when they are fourteen or five years old.
Later, the third time, my father completely handed it over to me.
The bus driver said to me: "Where's the old one?"
And now I am seventeen years old and still holding on to the dirt. Although my parents talk about me every day, they are never in a hurry to really let me work.
The first few times my father took me, I pulled a cart to sell.
He is an artist from Dashan Village, but I don’t think anyone in our village understands art.
When the volunteer teacher in the village accidentally mentioned that fire can harden clay and shape it, I felt confused.
But the price offered was a bit unacceptable. The bus driver pointed at the price on the screen with his mobile phone, which shocked his father.
A few years ago, my father tried to take two pottery pieces I made to the market. When he came back, he was very happy with a blue note in his hand.
In the beginning, people from rest stops would come after my father.
After class that day, I took the little man I made and went to the home of the supporting teacher.
He is an artist from Dashan Village, but I don’t think anyone in our village understands art.
Because the things I make can actually be sold for money, and it started with my dad.
When he said this, his father felt that the bus driver was cheating him, but he was helpless and could only accept it sadly.
But I still said happily: "Teacher, this thing will crack when it dries in the sun. Is it true that you said in class that it can be hardened with fire and will no longer crack?"
"My father? I can't do it anymore. I have to do all this from now on. Do you still have the red acrylic paint?" I asked.
Every year, Dashan Village goes to the town to exchange goods, and my father is one of the buyers.
"But teacher, I want to learn." I said.
I was already making various shapes out of mud, although these things were a laughing stock to me in the eyes of my companions.
My father said with a smile: "There was a tourist group among the people visiting the market. They saw the pottery and looked at it for a long time. They immediately asked about the price and wanted to buy it back. During the period, the two of them even argued. The price kept getting higher and higher. I should have I’m talking about something more expensive.”
In the beginning, people from rest stops would come after my father.
My name is Jock and I am an artist.
Because the things I make can actually be sold for money, and it started with my dad.
A few years ago, my father tried to take two pottery pieces I made to the market. When he came back, he was very happy with a blue note in his hand.
When the volunteer teacher in the village accidentally mentioned that fire can harden clay and shape it, I felt confused.
When he opened a software called Taobao on his mobile phone, he showed me the real prices of these acrylic paints.
I recognized it as fifty yuan, even though there was no need for much money in the mountains.
When I stopped him, my father was so angry that he didn't sleep all night.
Later I found out that a tire burst on the side of the road when a tourist group passed by.
…
When he opened a software called Taobao on his mobile phone, he showed me the real prices of these acrylic paints.
I opened the bag and inside there were ten sheets of one hundred yuan.
"My father? I can't do it anymore. I have to do all this from now on. Do you still have the red acrylic paint?" I asked.
My father said with a smile: "There was a tourist group among the people visiting the market. They saw the pottery and looked at it for a long time. They immediately asked about the price and wanted to buy it back. During the period, the two of them even argued. The price kept getting higher and higher. I should have I’m talking about something more expensive.”
In front of me, he lit a fire and put the little clay figure I made into it, and four hours of busy work followed.
My elderly father finally became too tired one day and left this matter to me.
Later I found out that a tire burst on the side of the road when a tourist group passed by.
This made me wonder, aren't these things very expensive
When I stopped him, my father was so angry that he didn't sleep all night.
This made me wonder, aren't these things very expensive
On a whim, the tour guide took the tourists to a local market to relieve the boredom in the car.
"But teacher, I want to learn." I said.
But I still said happily: "Teacher, this thing will crack when it dries in the sun. Is it true that you said in class that it can be hardened with fire and will no longer crack?"
My father said with a smile: "There was a tourist group among the people visiting the market. They saw the pottery and looked at it for a long time. They immediately asked about the price and wanted to buy it back. During the period, the two of them even argued. The price kept getting higher and higher. I should have I’m talking about something more expensive.”
Because the things I make can actually be sold for money, and it started with my dad.
The tourists just happened to like the pottery in front of the father who was bartering for things, and they matched the prices with each other.
Only then did I realize that he had taken out the acrylic paints from the cabinet, which was now full of piles.
The bus driver entered the lounge and I looked at him from outside the door.
"But teacher, I want to learn." I said.
After selling five pieces to tourists in exchange for banknotes, it became his daily routine to go shopping at the market.
He is an artist from Dashan Village, but I don’t think anyone in our village understands art.
And reshaped the little figure, and squeezed out the bubbles and bumps on the surface.
The next day, my father took out a small bag and said to me: "Son, go to the city. This may not be suitable for you, but that's where you should go."
In the end, I bought two for fifty-one, and my father used one fifty-one to buy a lot of things from other villages that had more money.
In front of me, he lit a fire and put the little clay figure I made into it, and four hours of busy work followed.
My father asked the driver at the rest stop, and the driver agreed to bring him acrylic paint.
Later, the third time, my father completely handed it over to me.
When he said this, his father felt that the bus driver was cheating him, but he was helpless and could only accept it sadly.
At this time, my father would pull a cart and sell pottery, and the money he earned would buy supplies in the markets.
Later, the third time, my father completely handed it over to me.
In the following years, my father changed his strategy and stopped bartering with other people in the village.
When he did, I couldn't suppress my emotions, so I immediately got up and ran over to the driver and beat him up.
But I don't care at all.
When I stopped him, my father was so angry that he didn't sleep all night.
After selling five pieces to tourists in exchange for banknotes, it became his daily routine to go shopping at the market.
The first few times my father took me, I pulled a cart to sell.
Instead, he just pulled the cart and took a dozen pieces of pottery to a farther place.
My name is Jock and I am an artist.
In the end, I bought two for fifty-one, and my father used one fifty-one to buy a lot of things from other villages that had more money.
"These pigments can be used to color clay, but the shelf life is only five years. Do not leave the lid open when not in use, as it will harden off." The teacher said with a smile.
When I came to the rest stop that day, I found the bus driver.
I opened the bag and inside there were ten sheets of one hundred yuan.
A few years ago, my father tried to take two pottery pieces I made to the market. When he came back, he was very happy with a blue note in his hand.
There is a rest stop on the tourist route, and the buses that come and go every day will be organized there.
"But teacher, you are the one pinching me," I said.
When I came to the rest stop that day, I found the bus driver.
After class that day, I took the little man I made and went to the home of the supporting teacher.
The teacher taught me a lot individually, such as viewing angles and the golden ratio.
But I still said happily: "Teacher, this thing will crack when it dries in the sun. Is it true that you said in class that it can be hardened with fire and will no longer crack?"
At this time, my father would pull a cart and sell pottery, and the money he earned would buy supplies in the markets.
When he said this, his father felt that the bus driver was cheating him, but he was helpless and could only accept it sadly.
The support teacher frowned slightly when he saw the clay figure in my hand.
While chatting with his father, he thought about going to a rest stop to see some wise people.
I was making more and more pottery and it was looking better and better.
In the beginning, people from rest stops would come after my father.
When he said this, his father felt that the bus driver was cheating him, but he was helpless and could only accept it sadly.
The teacher took out the little pottery figure with a stick, let it cool and stuffed it into my hand.
But over time, after learning about his father, he began to sympathize with him after learning that he was thousands of miles away.
And now I am seventeen years old and still holding on to the dirt. Although my parents talk about me every day, they are never in a hurry to really let me work.
I opened the bag and inside there were ten sheets of one hundred yuan.
After reluctantly exchanging it again, I had a great chat with a customer during the sale.
Then it was once a month and I was just asked to have ten pieces of pottery in a month.
The bus driver entered the lounge and I looked at him from outside the door.
I nodded my head excitedly and smiled.
The tourists just happened to like the pottery in front of the father who was bartering for things, and they matched the prices with each other.
And my father also started selling goods once a year to once every six months.
Later I found out that a tire burst on the side of the road when a tourist group passed by.
The support teacher frowned slightly when he saw the clay figure in my hand.
Instead, he just pulled the cart and took a dozen pieces of pottery to a farther place.
Only then did I realize that he had taken out the acrylic paints from the cabinet, which was now full of piles.
And I am the teacher's favorite student.
The teacher said helplessly: "It's time to tutor you in a few art classes alone. You must be too embarrassed."
Then it was once a month and I was just asked to have ten pieces of pottery in a month.
I looked at the little pottery man in my hand and was speechless with joy, while the teacher smiled and said, "Do you like this?"
After reluctantly exchanging it again, I had a great chat with a customer during the sale.
The teacher smiled and said, "How about you put down the things first and go home first. I'll finish it tomorrow and show it to you?"
The driver came to me, held two cans and said to me: "Two two hundred, or five pottery."
But I don't care at all.
After class that day, I took the little man I made and went to the home of the supporting teacher.
I opened the bag and inside there were ten sheets of one hundred yuan.
This is too simple for me who loves pottery, but I cherish the use of acrylic paints. Several of the commonly used colors have gradually bottomed out. Helplessly, I talked about this matter with my father.
"But teacher, you are the one pinching me," I said.
After selling five pieces to tourists in exchange for banknotes, it became his daily routine to go shopping at the market.
He said that he was a student at the Academy of Fine Arts and was very interested in the ceramics I made.
And I am the teacher's favorite student.
After returning home, I cried and told my father the truth. My father was so angry that he took a hoe and wanted to go to the rest stop to take revenge.
While chatting with his father, he thought about going to a rest stop to see some wise people.
When he said this, his father felt that the bus driver was cheating him, but he was helpless and could only accept it sadly.
I recognized it as fifty yuan, even though there was no need for much money in the mountains.
After class that day, I took the little man I made and went to the home of the supporting teacher.
After selling five pieces to tourists in exchange for banknotes, it became his daily routine to go shopping at the market.
"But teacher, I want to learn." I said.
My elderly father finally became too tired one day and left this matter to me.
My father asked the driver at the rest stop, and the driver agreed to bring him acrylic paint.
My elderly father finally became too tired one day and left this matter to me.
I was already making various shapes out of mud, although these things were a laughing stock to me in the eyes of my companions.
After class that day, I took the little man I made and went to the home of the supporting teacher.
A few years ago, my father tried to take two pottery pieces I made to the market. When he came back, he was very happy with a blue note in his hand.
This made me wonder, aren't these things very expensive
There is a rest stop on the tourist route, and the buses that come and go every day will be organized there.
But the price offered was a bit unacceptable. The bus driver pointed at the price on the screen with his mobile phone, which shocked his father.
"My father? I can't do it anymore. I have to do all this from now on. Do you still have the red acrylic paint?" I asked.
My father asked the driver at the rest stop, and the driver agreed to bring him acrylic paint.
More than a hundred small jars of acrylic paint were presented to my father. Of course, the bus driver smiled and said he could use the pottery as collateral.
This made me wonder, aren't these things very expensive
"These pigments can be used to color clay, but the shelf life is only five years. Do not leave the lid open when not in use, as it will harden off." The teacher said with a smile.
That day, the teacher borrowed the stove from the neighbor’s house next door.
In the beginning, people from rest stops would come after my father.
When he said this, his father felt that the bus driver was cheating him, but he was helpless and could only accept it sadly.
The teacher thought about it and said, "Then you can come to me for half an hour every night when you are free, and I will teach you some art."
After class that day, I took the little man I made and went to the home of the supporting teacher.
After class that day, I took the little man I made and went to the home of the supporting teacher.
The next day, my father took out a small bag and said to me: "Son, go to the city. This may not be suitable for you, but that's where you should go."
But the price offered was a bit unacceptable. The bus driver pointed at the price on the screen with his mobile phone, which shocked his father.
I opened the bag and inside there were ten sheets of one hundred yuan.
This made me wonder, aren't these things very expensive
Later, the third time, my father completely handed it over to me.
Every month my father would take ten pieces of pottery to the rest stop and give five to the bus driver in exchange for acrylic paint.
Then it was once a month and I was just asked to have ten pieces of pottery in a month.
"These pigments can be used to color clay, but the shelf life is only five years. Do not leave the lid open when not in use, as it will harden off." The teacher said with a smile.
More than a hundred small jars of acrylic paint were presented to my father. Of course, the bus driver smiled and said he could use the pottery as collateral.
Every year, Dashan Village goes to the town to exchange goods, and my father is one of the buyers.
Children in other mountain villages start working and farming when they are fourteen or five years old.
After selling five pieces to tourists in exchange for banknotes, it became his daily routine to go shopping at the market.
That day, the teacher borrowed the stove from the neighbor’s house next door.
The bus driver entered the lounge and I looked at him from outside the door.
But over time, after learning about his father, he began to sympathize with him after learning that he was thousands of miles away.
After returning home, I cried and told my father the truth. My father was so angry that he took a hoe and wanted to go to the rest stop to take revenge.
On a whim, the tour guide took the tourists to a local market to relieve the boredom in the car.
But this journey is about 17 kilometers round trip, and the father pulling the cart almost has to leave early and come back late to make it.
The next day, my father took out a small bag and said to me: "Son, go to the city. This may not be suitable for you, but that's where you should go."
Later, the third time, my father completely handed it over to me.
The other rest stop employees pulled away from the driver and I had a falling out with the entire rest stop.
And reshaped the little figure, and squeezed out the bubbles and bumps on the surface.
After class that day, I took the little man I made and went to the home of the supporting teacher.
The volunteer teacher has stayed in our mountain village for three years.
In front of me, he lit a fire and put the little clay figure I made into it, and four hours of busy work followed.
"My father? I can't do it anymore. I have to do all this from now on. Do you still have the red acrylic paint?" I asked.
My elderly father finally became too tired one day and left this matter to me.
But I still said happily: "Teacher, this thing will crack when it dries in the sun. Is it true that you said in class that it can be hardened with fire and will no longer crack?"
"But teacher, you are the one pinching me," I said.
He is an artist from Dashan Village, but I don’t think anyone in our village understands art.
That day, the teacher borrowed the stove from the neighbor’s house next door.
The first few times my father took me, I pulled a cart to sell.
The bus driver entered the lounge and I looked at him from outside the door.
He is an artist from Dashan Village, but I don’t think anyone in our village understands art.
Every year, Dashan Village goes to the town to exchange goods, and my father is one of the buyers.
In the following years, my father changed his strategy and stopped bartering with other people in the village.
Later, the third time, my father completely handed it over to me.
But over time, after learning about his father, he began to sympathize with him after learning that he was thousands of miles away.
Every year, Dashan Village goes to the town to exchange goods, and my father is one of the buyers.
The next day, my father took out a small bag and said to me: "Son, go to the city. This may not be suitable for you, but that's where you should go."
When I came to the rest stop that day, I found the bus driver.
The teacher said helplessly: "It's time to tutor you in a few art classes alone. You must be too embarrassed."
The first few times my father took me, I pulled a cart to sell.
The bus driver said to me: "Where's the old one?"
The first few times my father took me, I pulled a cart to sell.
In the beginning, people from rest stops would come after my father.
"My father? I can't do it anymore. I have to do all this from now on. Do you still have the red acrylic paint?" I asked.
I recognized it as fifty yuan, even though there was no need for much money in the mountains.
Every month my father would take ten pieces of pottery to the rest stop and give five to the bus driver in exchange for acrylic paint.
"My father? I can't do it anymore. I have to do all this from now on. Do you still have the red acrylic paint?" I asked.
After class that day, I took the little man I made and went to the home of the supporting teacher.
My father said with a smile: "There was a tourist group among the people visiting the market. They saw the pottery and looked at it for a long time. They immediately asked about the price and wanted to buy it back. During the period, the two of them even argued. The price kept getting higher and higher. I should have I’m talking about something more expensive.”
"But teacher, you are the one pinching me," I said.
The teacher thought about it and said, "Then you can come to me for half an hour every night when you are free, and I will teach you some art."
I opened the bag and inside there were ten sheets of one hundred yuan.
I opened the bag and inside there were ten sheets of one hundred yuan.
The teacher thought about it and said, "Then you can come to me for half an hour every night when you are free, and I will teach you some art."
This made me wonder, aren't these things very expensive
The bus driver entered the lounge and I looked at him from outside the door.
The bus driver entered the lounge and I looked at him from outside the door.
"My father? I can't do it anymore. I have to do all this from now on. Do you still have the red acrylic paint?" I asked.
After reluctantly exchanging it again, I had a great chat with a customer during the sale.
There is a rest stop on the tourist route, and the buses that come and go every day will be organized there.
The next day, my father took out a small bag and said to me: "Son, go to the city. This may not be suitable for you, but that's where you should go."
The bus driver said to me: "Where's the old one?"
I recognized it as fifty yuan, even though there was no need for much money in the mountains.
Only then did I realize that he had taken out the acrylic paints from the cabinet, which was now full of piles.
And I am the teacher's favorite student.
The teacher took out the little pottery figure with a stick, let it cool and stuffed it into my hand.
And my father also started selling goods once a year to once every six months.
The teacher said helplessly: "It's time to tutor you in a few art classes alone. You must be too embarrassed."
My elderly father finally became too tired one day and left this matter to me.
But I don't care at all.
This made me wonder, aren't these things very expensive
The tourists just happened to like the pottery in front of the father who was bartering for things, and they matched the prices with each other.
…
Before the teacher left, he left me all the acrylic paints on a board, but I have been using them sparingly and cherishing them very much.
The teacher taught me a lot individually, such as viewing angles and the golden ratio.
The driver came to me, held two cans and said to me: "Two two hundred, or five pottery."
While chatting with his father, he thought about going to a rest stop to see some wise people.
In the beginning, people from rest stops would come after my father.
The support teacher frowned slightly when he saw the clay figure in my hand.
The volunteer teacher has stayed in our mountain village for three years.
When I came to the rest stop that day, I found the bus driver.
And reshaped the little figure, and squeezed out the bubbles and bumps on the surface.
I opened the bag and inside there were ten sheets of one hundred yuan.
The first few times my father took me, I pulled a cart to sell.
After reluctantly exchanging it again, I had a great chat with a customer during the sale.
The teacher taught me a lot individually, such as viewing angles and the golden ratio.
The teacher thought about it and said, "Then you can come to me for half an hour every night when you are free, and I will teach you some art."
I recognized it as fifty yuan, even though there was no need for much money in the mountains.
He said that he was a student at the Academy of Fine Arts and was very interested in the ceramics I made.
After returning home, I cried and told my father the truth. My father was so angry that he took a hoe and wanted to go to the rest stop to take revenge.
The next day, my father took out a small bag and said to me: "Son, go to the city. This may not be suitable for you, but that's where you should go."
"But teacher, I want to learn." I said.
A few years ago, my father tried to take two pottery pieces I made to the market. When he came back, he was very happy with a blue note in his hand.
My father said with a smile: "There was a tourist group among the people visiting the market. They saw the pottery and looked at it for a long time. They immediately asked about the price and wanted to buy it back. During the period, the two of them even argued. The price kept getting higher and higher. I should have I’m talking about something more expensive.”
My father asked the driver at the rest stop, and the driver agreed to bring him acrylic paint.
The other rest stop employees pulled away from the driver and I had a falling out with the entire rest stop.
I immediately asked him about the price of acrylic paint.
And my father also started selling goods once a year to once every six months.
Every year, Dashan Village goes to the town to exchange goods, and my father is one of the buyers.
When he opened a software called Taobao on his mobile phone, he showed me the real prices of these acrylic paints.
He said that he was a student at the Academy of Fine Arts and was very interested in the ceramics I made.
This made me wonder, aren't these things very expensive
While chatting with his father, he thought about going to a rest stop to see some wise people.
But I don't care at all.
"These pigments can be used to color clay, but the shelf life is only five years. Do not leave the lid open when not in use, as it will harden off." The teacher said with a smile.
At this time, my father would pull a cart and sell pottery, and the money he earned would buy supplies in the markets.
And I am the teacher's favorite student.
The teacher thought about it and said, "Then you can come to me for half an hour every night when you are free, and I will teach you some art."
When he did, I couldn't suppress my emotions, so I immediately got up and ran over to the driver and beat him up.
"My father? I can't do it anymore. I have to do all this from now on. Do you still have the red acrylic paint?" I asked.
This made me wonder, aren't these things very expensive
The teacher taught me a lot individually, such as viewing angles and the golden ratio.
When I came to the rest stop that day, I found the bus driver.
And I am the teacher's favorite student.
The other rest stop employees pulled away from the driver and I had a falling out with the entire rest stop.
After class that day, I took the little man I made and went to the home of the supporting teacher.
A few years ago, my father tried to take two pottery pieces I made to the market. When he came back, he was very happy with a blue note in his hand.
But I don't care at all.
The bus driver entered the lounge and I looked at him from outside the door.
The bus driver entered the lounge and I looked at him from outside the door.
"But teacher, I want to learn." I said.
This is too simple for me who loves pottery, but I cherish the use of acrylic paints. Several of the commonly used colors have gradually bottomed out. Helplessly, I talked about this matter with my father.
After returning home, I cried and told my father the truth. My father was so angry that he took a hoe and wanted to go to the rest stop to take revenge.
"But teacher, you are the one pinching me," I said.
But I don't care at all.
When I stopped him, my father was so angry that he didn't sleep all night.
When he opened a software called Taobao on his mobile phone, he showed me the real prices of these acrylic paints.
The teacher took out the little pottery figure with a stick, let it cool and stuffed it into my hand.
I was making more and more pottery and it was looking better and better.
The next day, my father took out a small bag and said to me: "Son, go to the city. This may not be suitable for you, but that's where you should go."
…
And my father also started selling goods once a year to once every six months.
In the beginning, people from rest stops would come after my father.
After class that day, I took the little man I made and went to the home of the supporting teacher.
Later I found out that a tire burst on the side of the road when a tourist group passed by.
When I stopped him, my father was so angry that he didn't sleep all night.
I opened the bag and inside there were ten sheets of one hundred yuan.
When he did, I couldn't suppress my emotions, so I immediately got up and ran over to the driver and beat him up.
On a whim, the tour guide took the tourists to a local market to relieve the boredom in the car.
The teacher smiled and said, "How about you put down the things first and go home first. I'll finish it tomorrow and show it to you?"
I was already making various shapes out of mud, although these things were a laughing stock to me in the eyes of my companions.
After selling five pieces to tourists in exchange for banknotes, it became his daily routine to go shopping at the market.