The Qiongbalaraz Tibetan Dao made by it has simple technology and fine workmanship, and the scars knocked out by a small nail hammer can be seen on the scabbard handle. Because of the low attention, Master Qiongbala has always been warm but not hot, but high-end knife collectors who know the goods have always recommended Tibetan King Dao. In recent years, Qiongbalalazi Tibetan Dao has gradually become known to the world, and its collection potential should not be underestimated.
The only difference between Qiongbalaraz Tibetan Dao and Zilong Tibetan Dao lies in its fame and the magnetism of the blade body.
The outstanding advantage is high cost performance.
Qiong Bala was born in 1956 and is 58 years old. /kloc-When he was 0/6 years old, he worked as a teacher in Lasz. Since the iron was struck, decades have passed, and the cold is coming and the summer is coming. I worked hard, and I didn't regret burning the fire. I leaned on the sky to slay the dragon and draw my sword. I know that Pudawa was found in Tibetan news on the Internet. Pudawa lives in the old town of Lasze County.
We chartered a mini-car to get there, but Lazi ancient town was actually a place that passed by a few years ago but didn't pay attention.
In this town, in addition to Rush Daochang Pudawa, there is also a Tibetan Daochang Pubu.
Fortunately, when we got off at the old town of Lazi, we dug up information and showed it to the local people. Before we could say anything, the passerby asked pointed to a rickety figure not far ahead and shouted in Tibetan: "Pudawa ... Pudawa ...". Looking inside, I saw Master Pudawa, wearing a red scarf and a hero's knot, turn around and continue to walk with an old lady as before.
We have a feeling of being left out.
I can't help but blurt out: so awesome!
But we can't consider such a trivial matter as losing our dignity. Obviously, we are here to ask for something from others.
We trotted all the way before we caught up. By this time, he had said goodbye to the old lady, turned around, smiled at us, and then pointed to the front, probably where he lived. We are a little excited and excited, probably because we found it without much effort and were luckier than we expected at first.
Pudawa's home is well built, and it is quite prominent in the old city of Lazi. The lintels are newly renovated. After entering the room, their family warmly entertained us, asking questions and pouring tea and water. This time, Pudawa's eldest son-in-law translated for us. He looks like Abhay, except that he has no super big ears and is slender. He opened a grocery store outside Pudawa's door. Perhaps Pudawa's craft is passed down from generation to generation, otherwise his son-in-law's cleverness should bring more customers to Pudawa.
53-year-old Pudawa is a full-time Lachi knife maker. He didn't win any honor, but he was received by senior officials of the local government. He appeared in the news of Tibet Daily several times. He carefully copied and framed the reporter's rough report and put it in a glass frame as a precious honor, which made me feel a little sad. If I had found him a few years earlier, I might have done something, such as eulogizing him at length, at least more meaningful than the social news I wrote earlier.
Up to now, six generations of his family have been fighting for knives, which is no exaggeration. In order to publicize the history of the brand, several knife dealers in Shangri-La shamelessly claimed that the family has been fighting for knives for generations, so that there are many historical problems that are difficult to justify. People suspect that the so-called Diqing Tibetan Dao is just an unscrupulous liar.
/kloc-When she was 0/5 years old, Pudawa learned it from her father. It has been 38 years, and now he has passed on his skills to his 25-year-old son Dorje. On the day we went, Dorje and his wife went back to their parents' home. Pu Dawa has four children, the eldest daughter is married to the village, the second daughter is born blind, studying in Lhasa School for the Deaf, the son is the third, and the youngest daughter is Yixi Zhuo Ma, 18 years old; She and her mother Zola sit at home every day knitting blankets and badminton, and finally sell them to traffickers in Shigatse. Zora, 43, sat quietly in the workshop in the middle of the yard, spinning. It is a separated corridor leading to the gate, close to the partition wall. It is the place where Pudawa used to make knives. There are many tools of various colors and dazzling rolls of white copper skin.
We went upstairs to their home and had a warm conversation with the Pudawa family in the main hall. In short, his son-in-law participated in it, which avoided the great inconvenience caused by our language barrier. They are not only curious about the smell we bring, but also confused about some questions we ask. Fortunately, we achieved the purpose of this trip and ordered a batch of Laszlo knives from him. This extra business makes up for the business they didn't receive next month. After bidding farewell to Pudawa's home, we found Pubu's home under the recommendation of his son-in-law. It looks good on the outside, but it is relatively simple on the inside. Pudawa's son-in-law (sorry I didn't write my name, I'm really sorry) said that if we didn't buy knives from him, he would take us there, which might cause Master Pubu's dissatisfaction. We understand that.
When we went in, we saw a young man coming out of the room, dressed in untidy clothes. When asked about master Pubu, he pointed to a small room in the yard, said something in unskilled Chinese, and went out with questioning eyes. After thanking us, we went in. This workshop is similar to Pudawa's workshop, except that it uses fully enclosed glass window frames and lights against the wall of the yard. The workshop is quite messy. When I entered the door, I saw two Tibetan girls knitting blankets by hand, with Master Pubu sitting behind them. The information photos I saw with him left a slightly different impression. Maybe the photo is an image of his early years. After these years, Master Pubu is even more vicissitudes. He is obviously bigger than he looks in the photo, and so is Master Pudawa. Master Pubu's left leg is clumsy and lame. When he saw us, he welcomed us with peaceful eyes and shy smile. Without an interpreter, we can only make gestures. He is starting a day's work, cutting the wooden core of the scabbard. Before we came to Las County, we bought all the Las knives of Master Pubu from a vendor. At the moment, there is nothing in his workshop except semi-finished products. In order to record his workshop, I took a video. I can't communicate with him more deeply, so I can only guess his life through observation. Finally, when I left, I took out my 100 yuan hand and presented it to Master Pubu, expressing my sincere respect to him on behalf of the customers who ordered knives.
I've been feeling a little lost since I left Lacey town. This is an indefinable entanglement, which not only laments their situation, but also respects their complacency.