"Firing a kiln—it wasn't exactly anything strange."
Professor Han smoothed a lock of graying hair and offered her assessment of Shen Le's difficulties, analysis, resentment, and complaints.
In truth, he understood almost none of this stuff about spells and spiritual energy. He could only struggle to grasp a tiny bit of it.
Fortunately, Shen Le had also been raised within the modern education system, and his way of thinking possessed the logic typical of modern students. So the old professor was still able to comfort him:
"No matter when it is, trying things with your own hands will always bring you greater insight. Just like those teachers at the school who restore ceramics—they fire kilns themselves too—"
Not only did they fire kilns themselves, they also tried all sorts of methods to recreate the various famous ancient kilns from history. Ru ware, Jun ware, Ding ware, Dehua white porcelain, Longquan celadon—
To the point that if a ceramics restoration student won their teacher's favor, even if they could not find work in their field after graduation, they would at least have learned a specialized craft.
After graduation, they could help fire porcelain at an antique reproduction ceramics factory and still scrape together an engineer's position or something. They would not have to painfully run food deliveries for a living.
Since even his advisor had said so, Shen Le no longer had any excuse to take a detour—or rather, any excuse to be lazy.
Dejected, he said his goodbyes and teleported back to his estate. He threw money at the Special Affairs Bureau to find people and set up two kilns in the newly opened experimental area beside the estate:
One was a traditional wood-fired brick kiln, and the other was an electric kiln. Then he rolled up his sleeves and