After the end of time travel, the life of the boss

"Girl, what do you think of these embroideries?"

Uncle Peng went to the city to attend a meeting, and Director Song invited Zhixi to come to the county government to see several ladies who had returned from school and see their achievements.

"This embroidery is indeed lifelike! These patterns are beautifully embroidered."

Zhixi touched the embroidery and expressed her own emotion. Although she has experienced many worlds, she has never embroidered anything, not even a simple embroidery of her own name, but that does not mean that she cannot, She has experienced the world of mythology and worked as a weaver girl. As for the craft of embroidery, she is self-taught and can do it naturally.

Of course, the Weaver Girl she made was different from the Weaver Girl in "The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl". In the world that Zhi went to, there was more than one Weaver Girl. There were seven Weaver Girl in the heaven. She ranked fifth and was also called Xiao Wu.The Weaver Girl in that world was born with the ability to weave clouds, but she was the most special one among all the Weaver Girl. She never went to the sky to weave clouds. Whenever she was on duty, she would use magic to draw a cloud in the sky. A black cloud, which is the dark cloud seen in the mortal world.The Emperor of Heaven lectured her on her behavior many times, but she refused to change. Over time, people accepted her as a dark cloud!

Every time she is on duty with the Rain God, as long as the two of them are together, the sky will rain. After the rain, Zhixi draws a rainbow bridge in the sky.

There is also a Cowherd in this world, but due to Zhixi's intervention, the Weaver Girl who originally had a legend with the Cowherd was unable to descend to earth, and the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl that has been passed down through the ages did not appear.

Memories are over.

"Uncle Song asked me to come here today just to see these embroidery works?"

Uncle Song would not come to her easily if he had nothing to do.

"Of course it's not just this matter. The girl also knows that there are not many places to promote our county. Apart from Mermaid Bay, there is no other place. The county magistrate is considering not only developing the economy, but also promoting our local culture when he has time. The embroidery I am considering can be regarded as a craft. And in the near future, the county will launch an embroidery workshop, which can be regarded as a kind of folk culture."

Director Song took a sip of tea, looked at the embroidery in front of him, and said what he was thinking.

"Of course, this embroidery craft is a rare cultural inheritance. In fact, it is not only embroidery, but there are many powerful masters today, such as weaving, micro-carving, ceramics, cloth art, wood art, stone carving, plush, shadow puppets, clay sculptures, etc. Purple clay, wax art, the four treasures of the study, calligraphy and painting, copper art, decorations, lacquerware, etc., these are all. In fact, our county can also launch some folk craft competitions, encourage those with craftsmanship to come and participate, and then set up a special cultural inheritance department. Promote these cultures in a unified way. Let the TV stations also report on it to promote the traditional culture of our county."

I was thinking about a store I passed by a few days ago. There were some root carvings placed in the store, which looked lifelike.The owner of these root carvings is a very old grandfather. I heard from my grandfather’s son that this is a craft that has been passed down from generation to generation. My grandfather’s family originally lived in Shaanxi for generations. They were forced to come here during the Cultural Revolution, and the family started to live here. .The grandfather used his life savings to open a small shop here. However, now there are very few people coming here to buy root carvings, but they always firmly believe that the traditional craft will be loved by everyone.

"Girl is right, I will plan it carefully."

Director Song fell into deep thought. He thought that Zhixi girl was right. Since we are looking for traditional crafts, it would be better to hold a craft competition and welcome craftsmen from all over the world to participate.

Zhixi left the county government and went to a root carving shop. She looked at the neatly arranged root carvings. An old man with gray hair sat on a stool, holding a carving knife in one hand and a tree root in the other, carving non-stop. With.

The old man's name is Tan Zhengming, and his son's name is Tan Yongcheng.

"Girl, here you go, do you want to buy anything today?"

Tan Yongcheng walked to Zhixi. She often came to the store these days and bought a root carving every day.

"I came here today to tell you good news. I heard that the county will hold a craftsman competition in a few days, and you can sign up for Grandpa Tan at that time."

Zhixi told Tan Yongcheng the information in advance. After all, the news would be announced in a few days.When she was in the county government office today, she could tell that Uncle Song was excited and very interested in this competition.

"really?"

"Really, so you have to take good care of Grandpa Tan recently and don't compete officially because your physical condition affects the competition."

"I know. I will take good care of my father these days. My father must be very happy when he hears this news. He has no other thoughts in this life. His only wish is to pass on the skills he learned. It's a pity. I have no talent since I was a child, otherwise my father would not be so embarrassed, carving roots and carvings every day at such an old age."

Tan Yongcheng looked at his father, who had always stood by his faith, with tears flashing in his eyes. He raised his head and let the tears disappear.

"Uncle Tan, don't blame yourself. Craftsmanship is something you don't just want to learn. It really requires talent."

Zhixi comforted Tan Yongcheng, bought a smaller root carving, and left.

Watching the little girl leave, Tan Yongcheng's eyes were full of gratitude. He knew that the little girl had no shortage of root carvings. She bought these root carvings just to help her father.

"Father, Father, we have good news."

Tan Yongcheng walked to his serious father and looked at his wrinkled hands, flying firmly on the root carving.

Mr. Tan put down the carving knife in his hand and looked up at his son.

"What's going on?"

"Father, the county is going to launch a folk craftsman competition, and we are calling on those of us who have folk art to participate. I heard that people from the TV station will go to film it. The root carving culture will definitely be publicized by then."

"Folk Craftsman Competition? Organized by our county? Great, our craftsmanship can finally be known to others."

Tan Zhengming had tears in his eyes. For so many years, he has persisted in the art of root carving in obscurity. He just hopes that someone can see it, pass it on, and prevent it from being submerged in the torrent of history. Today, finally there are leaders Saw folk art.

The old man was a little excited, and his body kept shaking.

Tan Yongcheng looked at his father worriedly and kept comforting him.

"Father, don't get excited. Root carving culture will definitely be seen by people across the country."

"I will, I will!"

The old man's hand supporting his son was still trembling, which showed how excited he was at the moment.

On the way back, the little system was puzzled by his master's behavior.

"Master, why are you helping him? This is not your character."

"There's no reason. I just saw an old man who was so old, insisting on root carving every day, just to keep his craftsmanship fresh and pass on this craft, so I wanted to help him."

In Zhixi's mind, she always remembers the howling cold wind that winter. That was because she had not yet entered this body. Her grandmother was not in good health and would easily fall ill in winter. Her little figure walked in the snow against the cold wind. In the field, she wanted to buy some medicine for her grandmother, but their home was too remote. Before she could reach the health center, she fell into an ice hole. It was a trap set by a hunter. Fortunately, there were no barbs in it. , otherwise her life would really be in danger.

Standing in the deep trap, the little girl looked at the sky, her eyes filled with helplessness and despair. She could only keep calling for help.No one travels in this weather.She felt her body slowly getting colder, and she seemed to be falling asleep.At this moment, a man jumped down without hesitation and picked her up. For a little girl, it was a very high trap, but for a man, he jumped out easily. The man saved the dying Xiao Zhi. Xi.

That's right, the person who saved her was the old grandfather today, the old man who always had his own persistence and warm-heartedness.Not only did he save the young Zhixi, but he also saved the dying grandmother lying on the bed. Xiao Zhixi always remembered that kindness in her heart.Now that Zhixi saw their difficulties, he naturally wanted to help.

The system and the master are connected, and it clearly felt her feelings. It sighed, and its master is like this. People who are kind to her will always be remembered in their hearts, even if the old man really helps. It is the original Xiao Zhixi, and she will still try her best to help him!

"Stop sighing. If you sigh again, you will become old. I don't want to have an old system."

Zhixi said that she didn't want the system to be so worried. The original person had received help from many people, and those people had karma with her. By helping the village get rich together, she had eliminated most of the karma, but there was still a small part. The cause and effect awaits her relief.

Having experienced so many worlds, Zhixi naturally knows the harm of too many causes and effects. The sooner these problems are solved, the easier it will be for her.

"I'm not old, I'm a young and energetic system, hum!"

The little system doesn’t want to be thought of as old. No matter how much time passes, it will still look the same, but who likes to be called old?

Seeing that the little system finally stopped worrying about repaying her kindness, she stopped stimulating it. Now that she has entered this body, there are some things she needs to do. Now one of the two largest causal lines in her body has disappeared. She knew that the cause and effect line between father and daughter disappeared, and there was another line of cause and effect between mother and daughter.