Mountain Village Xiao Shennong

Chapter 128
In the early morning of the next day, He Chang asked Wang Fugui to call on the villagers to build houses. They were all afraid of the yellow skin in the mountains.

They nestled at home one by one, not daring to come out.

In desperation, he took an ax and put some hemp rope on his shoulders, and went up the mountain alone.

On the mountain in the early morning, there is a layer of white mist, which looks hazy.

Faintly, He Changzai heard a conversation in the mountains not far away.

"It's a pity, the root of the century-old elm was struck by lightning, and it was scorched black. There are very few places that can be used, and it is useless!"

"Grandpa, this Nanshan is so big, and there are so many good logs, why do you feel sorry for this piece of lightning strike log that has been discarded... How about we go to another place to see!"

"All right!"

He Chang was following the sound, and when he reached the place where the sound originated, he found an old man with a stooped figure and gray hair, and the back of a young girl had gone away.

Looking down, I saw a piece of elm tree root that had been struck by lightning and was scorched black, leaving only a few intact elm roots.

He murmured to himself:
"Are those two people just talking about carving... The sun is still long now, and the factory can't be built overnight, why don't you just relax and play with root carvings!"

In a moment of interest, He Chang lit a cigarette, stared at Old Yugen, squinted his eyes, and began to think.

He understands that a work without high intentions has no soul.

The wisdom of ordinary people is that if you are poor, you will be good for yourself, and if you are rich, you will benefit the world. This is the doctrine of the mean.

With the development of society, people's hearts are impetuous. In the pursuit of material life, most people lose themselves and live very exhausted.

He Changzai thinks that living in the mountains, although he does not have the elegant feelings of the ancient literati and poets, he can still find a clean and carefree place without the oppression of his boss and the burden of fame and fortune.

After the thought was clear, he picked up the ax and began to carve on the root of the old elm struck by lightning.

Accompanied by his dizzying and dizzying movements, sawdust flying, and the appearance of a wood carving work is slowly presented.

A round of Jiyue hung in the sky, and a young man with a hoe and a happy expression on his face was walking out of the mountain.

"Growing beans at the foot of the South Mountain, the grass is full of bean seedlings and the bean seedlings are sparse, and Chen Xing cleans up the wasteland and filth, and brings the moon lotus back to the hoe!"

He Changzai took a look at his root carving works, chanted Tao Qian's poems, felt a sense of contentment, and walked into the deep mountains.

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The old man and the young girl searched all over the mountain and dug up a good thuja.

Because the old man couldn't let go of the old elm root that had been struck by lightning, he went around and walked back with his granddaughter.

The root carving process pays attention to three parts of labor and seven parts of nature. He wants to think about it and try to make the best use of everything. It is very rare and good material not to waste this piece.

When the two of them got to the point where the lightning struck Old Yugen, they both stared wide-eyed in shock.

The old man had an unbelievable expression on his face, and his lips trembled:
"This piece of work is exquisitely carved, it can be said that it is natural, and the characters are free and unrestrained, giving people a sense of peace and happiness... Can carve a piece of almost waste material so perfectly, I am ashamed of myself! "

But the girl knows that her grandfather is well-known in the country, one of the few root carving masters.

Any piece of work can sell for hundreds of thousands, and for millions, countless celebrities and dignitaries flock to their works.

However, he is arrogant and arrogant, and his requirements for root carving works can be said to be extremely harsh.

She has grown up so much, she has never heard her grandfather praise anyone on the root carving, so she couldn't help but say:

"Grandpa, I think this thing should have been carved by a master root carver. This root carver is very experienced. I don't have five or sixty years of skill. I'm afraid I can't carve such a perfect work!"

The old man stroked his gray beard with his hands, and said with deep eyes:
"I don't think so. Didn't you see that this carving is a young man... I have a vague feeling that this work is probably carved by a hermit in the mountains!"

The girl looked surprised: "Grandpa, are you talking about that kind of hermit with fluttering white clothes, long hair, who plays the piano all day long, dances swords under the moon, and tastes wine and tea!"

The old man showed a trace of concern, and said in a deep voice: "This kind of person is generally withdrawn and difficult to get along with... I'm afraid that even if we find someone, we will be turned away!"

The girl pursed her lips with an open-minded face, and said, "It's okay, Liu Bei still pays attention to the thatched cottage, and King Wen of Zhou even pulls a cart for Jiang Shang. If you meet a real expert, Grandpa, you just lose a little face, and it's nothing!"

"Chan'er, I didn't expect that although you are young, you are more open than me...Look at the wooden house in the mountains over there, let's go and have a look!"

The old man smiled loudly, raised his eyes and looked around, saw the wooden house where Han Shuang lived, and walked over there.

"Matsushita asked the boy, saying that the master is going to gather medicine. Only in this mountain, the clouds are deep... It seems that the hermit in the mountain is not as mysterious as the book says?"

The girl muttered, her steps were brisk, she jumped up and down, and followed the pace of the old man.

After a while, the two walked to the wooden house. When they saw such an exquisite wooden house in front of them, they were all shocked, and they stood there blankly, dazed.

The girl's sharp eyes saw the dragon carved on the eave beam, and she couldn't help but say:
"The dragon on this beam didn't draw eyes, it's really too particular!"

The old man also exclaimed: "Looking at the carving, the wood carving and the dragon on the wooden house in front of me should be made by one person... This person's carving is exquisite, and the past is as impressive as the present!"

After hearing the movement, Han Shuang walked out of the wooden house, frowned slightly, looked at the two of them with a hint of displeasure, and said, "What are you doing here!"

Dressed in red, with a frosty face, and two short knives on his back, he looks like an outsider.

The old man looked at Han Shuang with a humble face, and tentatively asked, "Woman, this wooden house and the root carvings on the mountain are all made by you!"

When Han Shuang thought of He Changzai who put his hand into her arms, he felt angry and said bitterly:

"Wood carving, I don't know, but this wooden house was built by a scumbag, I can't do such meticulous work!"

A scumbag, is he the kind of free and easy person who spends his life among thousands of flowers without even touching his body?
In the girl's mind, she conjured up a picture of a handsome and handsome man, with a nympho-like look of anticipation on her face.

The old man looked playful, thinking that the owner behind this root carving work is probably a vagabond, a person with a story, and said:

"I don't know girl, can you help introduce the owner of this wooden house!"

"Sometimes he will be in the farmyard under Nanshan Mountain, you can go there and look for it!"

Han Shuang said something, turned and went back to the house.

The old man and the young girl looked at each other and walked down the mountain.

(End of this chapter)