Live Broadcast: My Leisurely Life In A Mountain Village

Chapter 52 Traditional Folk Horn Bow!

"Going up the mountain again?" Uncle Zhuzi said, "You boy, are you going to live in the village now?"

"That's right, I'll live here forever."

"What do you do with your work?"

Chen Yang pointed at the drone: "I'm working right now, anchor."

"What? Anchor? What's that for?"

"Uh... just show people the scenery."

He really didn't know how to explain the anchor industry.

"Can this make money?"

"sure."

"You young people still know how to play, but I can only grow land."

Uncle Zhuzi shook his head, and asked again: "What are you doing up the mountain this time?"

"Go see if you can find some mulberry and elm wood, and plan to make a bow."

"Hey, you didn't say it earlier, why did you go up the mountain for that matter?"

"Uncle Zhuzi, do you have wood in your house?"

"No."

"I……"

What did you say?

"Pfft~ Uncle Zhuzi is an old comedian."

"I'm so funny, Uncle Zhuzi is so funny, Mr. Chen, are all the people in your village so funny?"

"If Uncle Zhuzi was twenty years younger, I don't think Mr. Chen has anything to do with it."

"Yeah, even if I don't go up the mountain for a day, I can watch it all day just listening to Uncle Zhuzi talk."

Uncle Zhuzi said: "But my family has horns."

Chen Yang's eyes lit up immediately: "How big is it?"

"It has to be two meters." Uncle Zhuzi said: "Besides, this horn is a semi-finished product, you can use it directly on the bowstring."

The more Chen Yang listened, the more itchy he got: "Uncle Zhuzi, are you selling this?"

"Sell whatever you like, just play with it if you like. This is from my grandfather's generation, and it will be dust if you keep it."

Uncle Zhuzi walked to his house with a hoe on his shoulder: "Follow me."

Chen Yang followed behind, feeling overwhelmed with excitement.

He originally planned to make a similar bow.

How could I have thought that I would meet the Ox Horn Bow!

"Why does Mr. Chen look so excited?"

"A handful of horns...isn't it enough?"

"Master Chen, you have seen the big world, please keep your character set, okay? You make me feel very unimpressed by you."

[Jia Tianxia]: You know what a fart! That's an ox horn bow, an ox horn bow!

"???"

"Master A, although you are rich, handsome, and know a lot, how can you swear? No, I'm angry, and I have to hug and hug to calm down. You can figure it out."

[Jia Tianxia]: I'm sorry, I'm so excited. But if you don't play with bows, you won't understand the value of a horn bow. Just to say the simplest thing, in the circle of high-end bows and arrows, traditional bows should be the most expensive. A few years ago, I received a traditional yew bow for 70,000 yuan. But this yew tree, compared with the horn bow, is the younger brother.

"Hold the grass, 70,000 yuan for a bow? Boss, you give me 700, and I will twist my body into a bow for you to play with."

"The city can play..."

"I can't afford to offend you, it's too arrogant."

Jia Tianxia is really jealous.

Horn bow.

This thing is too rare.

With his capital, if he wants to buy it, he can definitely buy it.

But over the years, he hasn't found one that looks good.

Firstly, there are not many good ones, and secondly, even if there are good ones, they are all collected by other fans.

Finally, those with real collection value must have a certain historical background.

Now he wanted to know what happened to the ox horn bow of Uncle Zhuzi's house.

But he estimated that it shouldn't be bad.

After all, it was Uncle Zhuzi's era.

At that time, ox horn bows were the most numerous.

It can be passed down to today, but the value of this inheritance alone is hard to measure.

Chen Yang followed to Uncle Zhuzi's house.

Uncle Zhuzi's house is a small two-story building with a concrete floor and the yard is casually pasted with stones and straw.

It looks simple and ordinary.

An old motorcycle was parked in the yard, and a faucet was connected to the wall for washing clothes.

A wrinkled woman is drying the cooked bamboo shoots on the ground, which is making dried bamboo shoots.

"Yangyang is here?"

"This is the big black snake, right? I've heard about it from Zhuzi a long time ago, but I saw it today."

When the woman saw Dahei, she was not afraid, but wanted to touch it.

"Dahei, this is my aunt."

"Hiss hiss~"

Dahei took the initiative to send his head over for her to stroke.

"So cute." My aunt said with a smile: "This snake is good, you have to take good care of it, protect the family."

"definitely."

Chen Yang thought to himself, as long as the house is not demolished, it is not clear who will protect whom.

"You wait for me here, I'll go in and look for it."

Uncle Zhuzi went into the house to search for a while, and then came out with a huge horn bow.

When Chen Yang saw the ox horn bow, he had a strong intuition.

That's it!

"How about this bow?"

"good!"

Chen Yang took it and held it in his hands.

It's heavy to hold, at least ten catties.

For a normal person, not to mention drawing a bow and shooting an arrow, if he can hold the bow flat, he is considered pretty good.

Chen Yang carefully looked at it inch by inch.

Whether it is workmanship or other aspects, this bow can be said to be the best of the best.

"Okay, really good!"

"Uncle Zhuzi, I can't take this bow for nothing."

With his eyesight, he could tell at a glance that this bow was unusual.

If you meet someone you like, even if it costs hundreds of thousands, you are willing to spend it.

Even if it was sold normally, this bow would cost hundreds of thousands.

"There's nothing wrong with it. I've watched you grow up. Our grandparents shouldn't engage in such tricks. Just take it if you like it."

Uncle Zhuzi forced the ox horn bow into his hand and said without doubt.

Chen Yang smiled wryly and shook his head: "Uncle Zhuzi, I really can't just take this bow like this, the price is too high. And if you know that this bow can sell for hundreds of thousands, you will definitely regret it in your heart."

"What? Hundreds of thousands? Is this the thing?"

Both Uncle Zhuzi and Auntie's eyes widened.

"Well, at least a hundred thousand."

"this……"

Seeing what he said with a serious face, Uncle Zhu suddenly became entangled.

That's how people are.

You don't know the value of this bow.

But you know, and you gave it away yourself.

And also a farmer.

Who does this put on, who is not uncomfortable?

But for the man's face, what he said can't be taken back.

Uncle Zhuzi waved his hand and said, "Hurry up and take it away, don't hang around in front of my eyes, or I will really regret it."