
How I met your YiXing teapot master (part1)
Midnight in Cambridge countryside, perfect to carry on writing my YiXing stories in such chill crispy silent night.
I should have done one for answering “the change of value of teapot over my lifetime”, but paused after typing over 600 words: that’s a question too intricate and object to fit into the scale of a single post. The question itself plays the same way as the final moment of “who’s the murder” in Agatha Christie’s novel( big fan!): in order to reveal the answer , you have to follow the entire plot, “talk” to every character, and pay close attention to those tiny drops of evidence that neglected in “forensic”document.
So I decided to sit back to my role, a story teller, a “detective novel”, that gradually mapping out the answers you might wait for YiXing and teapot piece by piece, page by page. Now, shall we?
This part of my YiXing stories might be interesting to those curious about the names behind the seals. Who’s the maker/creator of your teapot? And how come I know ( in person) almost every active teapot crafter/master/dealer? I’ll explain in chronological order in a few following posts.
The truth is, I started “hanging out” with some nowadays high profile teapot crafters since the first day of preschool. If anyone says “that’s ridiculous, did you even develop a memory by that age” I’d force out a smile and politely tell them two fun facts; first, I can’t remember what I had for dinner yesterday but I can recall every moment I’d v spent in that preschool( people insist to call it kindergarten in China, but you know what I mean), second, it was a preschool where famous teapot master and local teachers would send their toddlers to, both having the similarity of tight in parenting time due to the long hours work. Including my parents.
My patents are both teachers of difference grades. The first day to school was so…. Bubbly Fascinating! Every little kid was fighting to leave in their creative tricks, tears and torn napkins and lost shoes all over the place. And among these cheeky monkeys, there were daughters sons grandkids of most teapot artists in Ding Shu ( the sub town most renowned Zisha masters resident). If you print out my preschool graduation ceremony photo and pin a dot to any kid related to teapot crafter/master, there won’t be much blank space left. Apart from me and my bestie(a funny guy who’s now married to a master’s daughter, oh then he didn’t count. Just me as the solo “survivor”)
The entire three years of my preschool was total nightmare to me, bulled by girls older and stronger( I was 1 year younger than other kids and slow learner) , guess that how I hold strong memory of that period. However my suffocating schooling became the best occasion for my parents to get in touch with teapot crafters or their siblings/parents, because they would be gathered at the gate to pick up their monkeys led out by supervisors. Imagine early 1990s in a small sub town in China, where one compound might just luckily share 1 telephone, let alone mobile phones, chatting was the one and only entertainment parents can have when awkwardly herded together. And I never thought that would turn into the prelude of the next chapter about how my mother, a teacher, became my gateway to meet more teapot masters.