After the ancestor of metaphysics dressed as a fake pregnant cannon fodder

Everyone in the yard stopped what they were doing and looked at Hu Jiuhe. He seemed to have lost a lot of energy just now, and his whole body became visibly exhausted.

He slowly bent down, picked up the lighter and rubbed it a few times, then suddenly raised his head and yelled at the crowd: "What are you looking at, why don't you hurry up and work? If you're wasting time, you all just get out!"

His apprentices hurriedly lowered their heads, while the other invited workers curled their lips, very annoyed, and some even got up and left.

Hu Jiuhe turned his head with a cold face, looked at Qi Yuqiu, and said for a while, "Go, go farther, and don't let me see you again."

Tao Jiang pushed his glasses, and said anxiously: "Master Hu, it's all been discussed, and the show has only been filming for a while, where do you want us to go?"

"Isn't the person you invited better than me? What else can you learn from me?" Hu Jiuhe snorted coldly and looked at Qi Yuqiu.

Qi Yuqiu waved his hand: "This is just a trivial skill, and I still need Teacher Hu to teach me more. There are always some aspects of paper-making crafts that laymen like us don't know. Please give me your advice."

"No, I only know so much. Any old man in the town can teach you. Hurry up and go."

Hu Jiuhe stopped entangled with them, walked to the dragon head in silence, and started to work.

Tao Jiang looked at the silent people in the yard with some embarrassment, and said to the program group: "Then, let's go out first, and I will discuss it with the director, and find someone else?"

Lin Yi smiled and said: "It's fine, we can't learn the essence of others in a day or two, the most important thing is to introduce the process of paper making to the audience, in this case, it's the same with other people. "

Tao Jiang wiped his sweat, and Chao Lin also showed a grateful smile.

Han Xiang sent everyone out, Qi Yuqiu stood at the door, looked at the swaying beast hanging in front of the door, and sighed.

After going out, several workers who had just been scolded by Hu Jiuhe wandered in front, angrily scolding Hu Jiuhe for being too much.

"The old man relies on the old and sells the old. It's no longer the era, and he still thinks of himself as the king of Qingxi Town."

"It's still Mr. Jin who is a good man, how much money he donated to the town, and even the paper-making festival was organized with money."

"Good people are rewarded with good rewards. Take a look at this Qingxi town. There are old man Jin's properties everywhere, the biggest hotel, the biggest shopping mall, and the biggest entertainment venue. They are making money every day."

"Although Mr. Jin is rich, he has always been very kind. Last time, he brought a lot of things to my old man. We chatted for a long time and made my grandfather happy for several days."

"This old guy is relying on his craftsmanship, and he still thinks that in Qingxi Town, he relies on craftsmanship to speak, so he doesn't even look at it. There are still a few paper-making shops, and young people have been admitted to college and go out to work. They can earn money. That's the kingly way."

"Besides, Mr. Jin is also the inheritor of the paper tie, and his craftsmanship is no worse than him. He still has money and is a nice person. He is such a stinky old man, what do you want to drag!"

Several people angrily criticized Hu Jiuhe from beginning to end, which aroused the curiosity of Lin Yi and others.

Cheng Siyun asked Tao Jiang: "Is that Mr. Jin the richest man in Qingxi?"

Tao Jiang said with a smile: "Mr. Jin does have a lot of property in Qingxi Town. The hotel you live in belongs to their family, and he used to be from the same generation as Mr. Hu's master. It's just that he earned such a large fortune from scratch. Now, no one in the family touches paper tying, so few people know that their family used to open a paper tying shop."

"That's it, that old Mr. Jin is quite powerful." Cheng Siyun said with emotion.

"Yes, Mr. Jin is very courageous and has a good heart. He has done a lot of things for Qingxi Town. He was the one who contributed to the World Heritage application." Tao Jiang nodded.

At this time, the sound of beating gongs and drums came again, and Tao Jiang led several people out of the alley and walked in another direction.

"Brother Tao, do you know any old craftsmen who can visit?" Lin Yi glanced at the paper-making team passing through the alley and asked Tao Jiang.

Tao Jiang nodded: "There is an old master at the east end of the town, we can ask him."

It was almost noon, and Cheng Siyun, who hadn't had a few bites of food in the morning, looked a little unhappy, so Tao Jiang took a few people to find a restaurant for dinner.

The owner of the restaurant is a man in his 30s. When he saw a group of people entering the door, he greeted them very pleasantly.

"Hey, little Tao, you are really thinking about brother, hurry up, let a few of you come in and have a rest!" The boss enthusiastically arranged Qi Yuqiu and others in a small semi-partitioned box.

Then he called a young man and asked him to look after the kitchen, while he brought a set of tea sets.

The photographer was still shooting from the sidelines, but the boss was not at all stage frightened, and made tea for several people in a smooth manner.

"Are you here to take pictures of our scenery? I heard that some people in the town came to take pictures a few days ago. I didn't expect it to coincide with our Paper Festival."

Cheng Siyun smiled and said: "It's not a coincidence, we just came to shoot the paper-making festival, and the few of us still have to learn paper-making."

"Hahaha, that's it. Then you will have to work hard. There are fourteen processes for paper binding from the beginning to the final shape." The boss put the tea in front of her.

"Hey, boss, you know so well, do you know how to do it?" Cheng Siyun tilted his head and looked at him and smiled.

The boss chuckled twice: "My grandfather knows a little bit. Before there were not many people in Qingxi Town, almost one-third of the people relied on handicrafts for their food."

"But now, the times have changed, and paper sticks are all things that are going to be eliminated. Any promising child will work hard to get into college, and if they fail the test, they will find another way to make a living. Who has the heart to learn this and not make a fortune? craftsmanship."

"A small number of young people who are learning this now really want to pass on the craft, but most of them don't have the ability to make a fortune. They don't want to contribute and want others to look up to them, so they come out as the inheritor of non-inheritance. Se."

Thinking of that Han Xiang who was dragged to the sky, Lin Yi couldn't help but nodded. That guy didn't learn much, but his eyes were going to grow to the top of his head.

"But isn't this something passed down from our ancestors? We still have to pass it on." Cheng Siyun pouted slightly.

The boss shrugged his shoulders: "What is a paper tie? It used to be something that was buried with the dead. According to the words of the older generation, it was unlucky. Although I believe in science now, it is more or less taboo."

"Even the current paper-making festival ends with going to the mountain to worship the mountain god, so as not to attract dirty things."

"When did the paper tie festival start?" Qi Yuqiu asked.

The boss frowned and thought for a while, and said: "I can't remember the exact time, it must have been when I was in primary school, it didn't exist before, after the Jin family came back from making a fortune outside, they found a way to set up the paper-making festival."

"At the time my grandfather was against it, but no one paid any attention to him. He had a big fight with those people at the time, and it was from then on that my father was not allowed to learn how to tie paper."

"However, it's strange to say that before the paper-making festival started, there were accidents every year in the town, and the days were not the same every year. It seems that it has gradually improved since the paper-making festival began. The Jin family has also put in a lot of effort in these years. , Qingxi Town is slowly developing."

"That Mr. Jin is really a good man." Cheng Siyun said with longing.

Qi Yuqiu laughed lightly, and said, "That's all said, we really want to meet this Mr. Jin."

The boss laughed and said, "Then you picked the right time. Their family lives in the city, and other people are in charge of Qingxi Town's property. Mr. Jin will only come back every day for the last mountain god sacrifice of the Paper Festival. "

Qi Yuqiu drank the tea in the cup: "That's a coincidence, the mountain god sacrifice is tomorrow night, right?"

"Yeah, there should be a batch of paper bundles being made today. Tomorrow night will be the busiest time. Since you are here, don't miss it."

At this time, the young man brought several waiters to serve the dishes. Hearing what the boss said, he scratched his head and said, "It seems that outsiders are not allowed to go to the Mountain God Festival?"

"It's the old rules of the past. At this time, no one will come to watch." The boss waved his hand, "It's really not possible. Come to me when the time comes, and I can take you up."

Tao Jiang hurriedly said: "We have made arrangements, we can go up."

"Oh." The boss was still a little disappointed, and then an embarrassed smile appeared on his face, "Then you guys eat first, can you take a photo with me later, and then sign something... I invite this meal."

"Then thank you very much, boss." Lin Yi smiled and picked up the teacup and gestured to the boss.

After they had dinner and said goodbye to the boss, they followed Tao Jiang to find another old artist.

Compared with Hu Jiuhe's ostentatious big yard, this old man's house is very simple. There are all kinds of lifelike paper figurines in front of the small shop. Behind the shop is a small yard. From time to time, there are a few dogs barking in the yard. .

The inside of the shop was dim, and an old man with glasses was sitting under the only incandescent lamp, drawing something with a pen in his hand.

"The business will be closed for two days today and tomorrow, and I will come back the day after tomorrow." Sensing that someone entered the door, the old man didn't raise his head, still staring at his pen.

Tao Jiang walked up to the old man, fearing to surprise him and damage his painting, he lowered his voice and said, "Uncle He, it's me, little Tao."

The old man removed the nib, took off his presbyopic glasses and looked up at Tao Jiang, with a smile on his wrinkled face: "Xiao Tao, why are you here? Is there another exhibition going on?"

Tao Jiang whispered: "No, some people came to film the show and want to promote our paper-making art to the people of the whole country. No, I will bring them here to ask you about the process and craftsmanship of paper-making."

Uncle He looked towards the door, only to notice that besides the three very good-looking children standing in front, there were several people carrying machines behind them.

The smile on his face faded, he walked to the door, looked at a few people, and nodded: "Since it is the person brought by Xiaotao, come in with me."

Tao Jiang was overjoyed, and quickly waved them to follow He Bo into the yard.

There is also a door in the yard, and a dog is tied to the door. In addition, it is full of various paper bundles.

Cheng Siyun bounced around Uncle He and asked him, "Uncle, are you also rushing to make things for tomorrow's mountain god festival?"

Uncle He was stunned for a moment, and said with a sneer, "I don't want to go to the mountain god sacrifice. Why, you guys are going to take pictures of the mountain god sacrifice tomorrow? I advise you to go far away and join in the fun."

Qi Yuqiu circled around a colorful paper horse a few times and said, "Are you worried about us?"

Uncle He snorted: "Yes, I am worried that you will be eaten by mountain ghosts! Come here quickly if you want to learn, I still have a batch of goods to go."

"You also think there are ghosts on this mountain?" Qi Yuqiu turned to look at him and smiled, "In that case, I'll go back and persuade the director that we won't participate in the mountain god festival."

"It doesn't matter to me whether I like to shoot or not." Uncle He took a bamboo and split it open with a knife, "What nonsense are you talking about in broad daylight? Our Qingxi Town has beautiful mountains and rivers, and there is not even a legend about mountain ghosts. You kid You can really answer."

Qi Yuqiu smiled and asked He Bo: "Has the paper-making festival been held for 20 years?

Before Uncle He could speak, Tao Jiang's cell phone rang, and he quickly picked it up. The voice of the person over there was urgent: "People have died in the town, you should take those people back to the hotel!"

Hearing this, everyone present felt tense, how could someone be killed suddenly?

"Who knows what's going on, today a young man secretly went to see the scene of the Mountain God Festival ahead of time, but he didn't know that when he got there, he saw a fresh corpse. I don't know the specific situation, but the filming is temporarily unable to proceed. .”

Uncle He stared blankly at Tao Jiang, and the knife in his hand chopped down the bamboo obliquely, slashed across his fingers, and instantly dyed the pier below red.

The author has something to say: Ah~ Today’s update, although late, arrived _(:з」∠)_

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