Dressed to be a grandmother

Chapter 680 Three-dimensional painting of three places

Li Duji was also surprised: "Is there a food factory in the village? Is it state-owned or imported investment?"

There are not many factories in China now, almost all of them are state-owned factories, and there are only so many jobs, one radish and one hole, a standard iron rice bowl.

Workers who have reached the age of retirement can apply for their children to continue working directly. If there is no child in the family, or the child is too young, you can also ask the children of relatives to take care of it first, and wait for your own children to arrive. If you get older, you can change it back. Of course, this is all to be discussed in private.

As long as the parties have no objections and sign the agreement, the factory will not deny it. Anyway, there is only one job, no more and no less, so it is said that the iron rice bowl is the most popular.

It is because there are few jobs, and there are too many idle people in the city. If there are too many idle people, no one goes to work. Let alone eating and drinking, it is easy to become too many unstable factors. This is why I have to go to the countryside to continue my studies. The policy emerges.

If you stay in the city, you must have a job. Without a job, you will have no food. This is also the link between food and work, and this is what the city people are most proud of.

However, it is indeed rare for a factory not to open in the county seat or in the outskirts of the city, but to a remote mountain village in the countryside.

Li Dustpan had to be surprised.

Chen Daliu said triumphantly, "Neither. This food factory is owned by our village, and my aunt built it."

Li Luojie was surprised when he heard this: "Village chief, you said that the village opened its own food factory?"

"That's right!" Chen Daliu glanced lightly at Li Luojie, his expression even more complacent: "What is a food factory? The income of the factory is not high in a month, and there is a market in our village."

"Oh, there is a market, that's great."

Li Luojie didn't take it seriously, and he would go to the market if there was a market.

Don't every village in the country have a market for trade, or else, what to eat in the countryside.

Compared with a village that can open a food factory, Li Luojie doesn't care about the market.

However, Li Luojie thought about it. At this time, there are not many domestic factories. Maybe there is a small workshop in Niuluo Village, and then it is also called a food factory?
Thinking about it this way, Luojie Li was no longer surprised.

Chen Daliu caught a glimpse of Li Luojie's expression, hummed in his heart, and said to Li Dustpan: "It's getting late, the market will close in a while, and there is nothing in the house, do you want to go to the market first and buy something? "

"Okay, let's go, I haven't seen what our market is like." Naturally, Li Duji would not refuse.

Seeing this, Li Luojie didn't say anything. He murmured in his heart, isn't the market always early? What time is it? What else can I buy?

Besides, the market is full of mountain products, dry goods and other agricultural products, wouldn't it be to let them go there to buy those things?

After hearing this, Li Datou stopped on the branch road from the village to the market: "Village Chief, then you go on, I have to unload the car and wash the car."

"Okay, let's go."

Chen Daliu climbed out of the car neatly, but he didn't ask Li Datou to help Li Duji and Li Luojie deliver the luggage bags to the house, and Li Luojie might not trust him and Li Datou, so Chen Daliu simply didn't mention it.

On the way, Li Duji looked at the houses on both sides, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Village chief, our village is full of brick and tile courtyard houses, don't they cost a lot of money?"

"It's quite a lot." Chen Daliu: "Grandma paid for everyone to build it. The dilapidated houses in the past have been pushed down, so that everyone can live in a big brick house."

"It's so beautiful!"

"That is!"

Chen Daliu continued to chatter: "Look, do you think these houses are unique and beautiful? Have you seen the paintings on the walls? These houses were designed by my aunt, and the paintings were also drawn by my aunt according to the habits and preferences of every household in the village. "

The houses in Niuluo Village used to have white exterior walls, but last year, when Baixi was bored and riding Xiao Hei around the village, Xiao Hei muttered that the walls of the houses in the village were all whiter than it, and it did not show its uniqueness. up.

So Bai Xi rode Xiao Hei out again that night, but it was only in the middle of the night, and then one by one, he painted the houses of the villagers with various patterns.

There are sea-colored seas and blue whales, cartoon towns and houses, patches of brilliant sunflowers, tulips surrounded by blossoming, Chen Yi's house, and Bai Xi even drew a few cute and soft mushroom houses in a very funny way Nestled in the forest...

Overnight, when the folks went out, they all exclaimed, everyone was dazzled for a while, looking at each family, they were both amazed and happy.

Bai Xi used Shenwei, the paint was from the Qiankun bag, as she practiced longer, some things would gradually appear in the Qiankun bag, but it seemed a little tasteless.

If Li Duji and Li Luojie were surprised when they saw the gray tile roofs of Niuluo Village at the entrance of the village, then they were shocked and dizzy when they saw the wonderful scrolls on the wall.

Can you not feel dizzy!
With such vivid and bright colors, the three-dimensional painting of the pattern seems to be immersive, and it is not difficult to call it magical.

Li Luojie couldn't hold back, and asked: "Zhexi dialect, why does it look like, yes, that's the same thing, and it seems to be three-dimensional when viewed from a distance?"

He was even more surprised, how could a small workshop earn so much money that the whole village could live in such a beautiful house?
Chen Daliu said without thinking: "Oh, it's normal that you don't understand, this is a three-dimensional painting."

"Three-dimensional painting?" Li Luojie ignored Chen Daliu's seemingly contemptuous words, and frowned slightly. Is there a painting method with this name? Why hasn't he heard of it?
Chen Daliu nodded affirmatively: "Yes!" What my aunt said, you'd be surprised if you've heard of it!
You know, since there are so many bright and beautiful paintings on the outer walls of the houses in Niuluo Village, there are more people who want to see them. Those people in the city suddenly look like they have never seen the world. While bluffing.

Some of the young people in the city who were talking to were not very hygienic, throwing garbage everywhere, spitting and so on when they came, the angry Niuluo Village had to set up a fence at the entrance of the village to block people, saying nothing to let people in.

This is the first time I have heard of a small mountain village setting up gates to keep strangers out of everything they want, but this is what Niuluo Village does.

After the village chief Huang found out, he didn't say anything. After all, he didn't want such a beautiful house in Niuluo village to be turned into a mess.

But the more Niuluo Village was blocked, the more people wanted to come in and see it.

In particular, those patterns are vivid and really good-looking. In addition, when you go to the market, you will pass by Niuluo Village, and you will come here to see it by the way, so some people feel itchy and want to come in after thinking of ways. Some people even thought of giving money to the gatekeepers to get in.

(End of this chapter)