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Chapter 102 Mind your own business

Half of the house is covered with tiles, and the other half is covered with straw. The half covered with straw is the bedroom, and the other half covered with tiles is the kitchen and guest rooms.The furniture inside the house is simple, with two benches, a square table, and farm tools such as sickles and hoes inside the folded corner of the door.

The eye-catching thing is that on the wall next to the bedroom, there is a mask carved from wood, painted with tung paint, emitting a subtle smell, and a lion's head carved from a bamboo root. The lion's head is difficult to brush because of its many burrs. Paint, just leave it as is.

It's surprising that an ordinary farmer's house has such art.

Xing Yi asked the homeowner: "Can you do carpentry?"

The homeowner said: "I don't know anything else but this."

Xing Yi pointed to the table and stool and asked, "Did you do all this?"

"Well, not done well."

"It's really good. It's all tenon and tenon joints, no nails. It's an old tradition. It's not easy to make. You've been doing this for a long time."

"Almost 30 years."

"The wooden mask on the wall and the lion's head carved from bamboo roots were also made by you?"

"Yes."

"This is even more powerful."

Xing Yi remembers that about ten years later, at the beginning of the new century, Du Jiangshan of the Cultural Center hosted a mask exhibition in the county. Du Jiangshan specially decorated a house and hung the masks on the wall one by one for people to watch. Some people liked it. If so, conduct transactions on the spot.He once went in and planned to buy one for his three-year-old son Yuanchi, but he thought it was a bit expensive and failed to make the purchase.

Xing Yi asked: "How long does it take to carve such a mask?"

"More than ten days."

Taking off the mask and showing it to him, Xing Yi could only think of one sentence: The masters are among the people.

There is a piece of paper in the hole behind the mask. When you open it, you can see a dozen mask sketches.

This made Xing Yi even more excited. The outline of the lines of each part of the facial features was simply a living model of gongbi painting, and his fingers couldn't help but trace it on his body.

After a few words of conversation, Xing Yi guessed that he was not a local.

"When you were young, you were in other places."

"I've been moving here for 12 years."

"Where were you before?"

"Over there in Sichuan."

"Why are you here?"

"I'm here to visit."

In addition to this family, there are nine other families in this small village, four of which are from outside.

Not only is the carving art of the mask beautiful, but the material is also extraordinary. It must be an old birch or sycamore tree that is not easy to crack and deform.

In a few years, by the end of this century, the tourism industry will begin to develop, with more visitors from out of town, and many customers who like to collect masks. The price is not low, and it has been operating at a high level for a long time. Many people have participated in this industry and gained huge wealth from it.

"It seems that you are over forty."

"Almost fifty."

"Well, you are the elder. I have to call you uncle."

"Just do like them and just call me Old Carpenter."

Xing Yi thought about it in his heart and felt that calling him "Old Carpenter" was kind of friendly.

The smell of roasted corn came, and the old carpenter's lover came out from behind with a toss.

The old carpenter took the roasted young bracts and handed them to Xing Yi. They were so fragrant. As he ate them, he remembered the roasted potatoes that Pu Mingfa’s lover brought out in Shangyan. The tastes of roasted potatoes and roasted bracts were different, but they were both very fragrant. It’s hard for people in the city to get it.

What made him excited was that the tools used by the two families to roast corn and potatoes were all made of bamboo strips and had exactly the same shape and size. They were made by the same person.

Xing Yi also noticed that the small village had no electricity or running water.

The old carpenter told him that there was a stream of water flowing out of the cracks in the rocks at the back of the mountain. There were 27 people in ten households, a hundred chickens, and a dozen pigs and cows, which could not be used up.

Looking at the old carpenter's teeth, you can tell that the water quality is very good.

The scenery beside the water tower is beautiful, and the small village is hidden in the woods. The smoke from the cooking pots is curling up at noon.

He found that his technique was not unfamiliar at all, and his mind was full of pictures. He followed his heart, sketched a few times, and the outline appeared. After a few more detailed strokes, a painting came out.

After taking a few steps back and looking at it, and then moving closer half a foot, I felt that it should be very good. If I take it to the county for exhibition, there should be no resistance at all.

When did he learn it, where did he learn it, and how he accomplished so many skills by following him. No matter how hard he came, he couldn't remember. This kind of fragmentary amnesia was probably caused by some part of his head being damaged when he was rushed into a cave by water. Yes.

The parts that are not damaged are performing beyond normal performance. This should be another way of saying it. What is it?

No matter, since you know this and like it, let's put it to good use. He shook his head in front of the painting and seemed to be a little out of control.

Of course, there are also times when you feel that a certain part is not smooth, so you put down your pen, go to the old carpenter's house, and stay in front of the mask and the lion head for a while, you will definitely gain something.

On Monday, Wen Qiyi came over to inspect the work and was shocked when he saw the painting. The painting was far and near, high and low. In the distance was the floodgate of the power station dam, and in the upper part was the blue sky and a goshawk. Standing on the top of the floodgate of the power station dam, spreading your wings towards the sky and about to take off.

Wen Qiyi asked: "Do you know which type this belongs to?"

Xing Yi replied: "It seems that it belongs to the category of traditional Chinese painting. What? Director Wen also likes it?"

"Let me ask you again, do you know how many types there are of all kinds of paintings?"

"I don't know, there should be many, many."

"Oil painting, do you understand?"

"don't know."

Wen Qiyi sneered: "Do you know what I'm thinking now?"

Xing Yi shook his head: "How could I know."

Wen Qiyi pointed to the picture of the hydropower station: "You didn't draw it, you brought it from outside and put it here. I said that's what I thought in my heart. Do you believe it?"

As he spoke, he leaned closer to the painting folder and smelled it. It was the smell of fresh fir wood.

Xing Yi frowned, blinked, and had nothing to say.

Wen Qiyi looked into the distance: "Have you gone to the small village?"

Xing Yi replied: "Go ahead and ask the old carpenter to make this easel."

"Then, how much money do you give people?"

"he does not want."

"You didn't pay for the materials either?"

"He said it was the tree growing in his back garden."

"Look, this is the character of a simple farmer."

Wen Qiyi's words touched Xing Yi's mind, and he thought of the urgent problem that the small village needed to solve: "There are ten households in their small village, close to the hydropower plant, but there is no electricity. If only a wire was pulled from the factory, it would be ”

Wen Qiyi said: "You think you are the only one who has thought carefully? We have already considered it."

"I've thought about it, so why don't you let them pull it?"

"Do you think it's easy to pull electricity? The magnetic beads and wires of the poles plus labor costs are tens of thousands. Also, what about the management in the future? Who will go to them to charge? What if they don't pay? Also, they are responsible for the electricity. If you don’t know anything about it, what will you do if something goes wrong? If you get an electric shock and hurt someone, who will be responsible?"

Xing Yi said: "Just give them some guidance and they will be able to master it. Franklin didn't think much about it before he invented electricity."

Wen Qiyi said: "Franklin? Why don't you talk about Einstein? Take care of yourself and stop meddling so much in other people's affairs."

Xing Yi said: "You are right, I will mind my own business now. Okay, the water tower is not powered on either. Should we solve it?"

Wen Qiyi said: "Generally, the guards don't live here and eat in the canteen, so they didn't consider pulling the strings."

"What about winter?"

"You don't need to come here every day in winter. The valve is in the small room anyway, so it won't freeze. Let someone from the small village take care of it. It'll be fine."

"The client comes to see it. Do you want to pay?"

"If you don't open it, just keep an eye on them when they come in and out."

"It seems that the position of looking at the water tower is optional."

"Can't you set it up when you're here?"