One hundred yuan to survive: this anchor has a conscience but not much

Chapter 352 The pinnacle of work
"Lucky people have their own destiny. The person you mentioned may still be alive and well."

Qin Shou comforted him.

"Maybe she will recover from her illness and live peacefully in the future."

"Although I am separated from you, as long as I am safe, I will be fine wherever I am."

Lu Chen also comforted him.

"hope so."

Shitou's father sighed.

They haven't seen it in decades, so they can only hope for it.

"They are all thinking about me too."

"It seems that my nostalgia over the years is correct."

Zhou Huiqiao looked at the familiar faces on the TV with nostalgia.

We haven’t seen each other for many years, and the memories have long been covered in dust.

She was always worried that she would not be able to remember those old friends from the past.

But when she saw it with her own eyes, she realized that her worries were unnecessary.

Even though she could only see them through the screen, she could still clearly call out the names of the familiar faces.

"Do you want to learn how to make bamboo weaving?"

"If you want to learn, I can teach you."

“It doesn’t matter if you can’t learn it once, you’ll get there if you learn it a few times.”

Lu Chen asked gently.

"Okay."

"We want to learn."

"Brother Lu, please teach us some more."

The people of Yuandong Village became happy.

Lu Chen teaches everyone how to make bamboo weaving, but not everyone intends to learn.

Some people knew that they were clumsy and felt that they could not learn it, so they simply split bamboo strips with Qin Shou.

Everyone has a clear division of labor, and in the evening, some dexterous people have already learned it.

Bamboo baskets, bamboo baskets, bamboo dustpans, and various finished products are piled up.

"I made this, do you think it looks good?"

"It looks good, but look, mine isn't bad either."

"I didn't expect that I could make something like this, thanks to the patience taught by Brother Lu."

"Yeah, I learned a new skill again."

"In the future, I can weave bamboo baskets myself. I want to make a big bamboo basket."

The people of Yuandong Village were very happy.

Lu Chen taught them to make some other things, mostly daily necessities.

People in Yuandong Village study very seriously. They are like sponges, desperately absorbing all kinds of knowledge.

At this time, in a small mountain village.

In a large yard on the edge.

Lu Yongfeng carefully took out his newly made pottery from the kiln.

Gently brush away the dust on the pottery, and the full picture of the exquisite pottery will be revealed before your eyes.

It is a beautiful clay pot, with smooth lines, exquisite patterns, and impeccable details, all of which attract attention.

And the most amazing thing is its gradient color.

The pottery pot is overall brownish red.

The lower part is darker, leaning toward brown, and the color gets darker as you go down.

The upper part is reddish, and when it comes to the mouth of the jar, the bright red color is particularly eye-catching.

Corresponding to the gradient color is a phoenix fluttering about to fly.

Behind the phoenix are thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

All patterns correspond to the gradient colors, giving the pots a strong sense of hierarchy.

It seemed to be more than just an ordinary clay pot, but a work of art full of spirituality.

No matter how picky you are, no matter from which angle you look at it, you can't find any flaws in this pot.

"Great, I finally succeeded!"

Lu Yongfeng's face was full of excitement.

He has entered middle age, but now he is like a child, jumping up excitedly.

He picked up the clay pot and rubbed it gently with his fingers.

His eyes were full of fascination, as if he were looking at the goddess in his heart.

For an artist, every piece of his work has his heart and soul poured into it.This exquisite pottery cost Lu Yongfeng countless efforts. The more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became.

"This is my pinnacle."

"It's the best pottery I've ever made in my entire life."

"I didn't expect that at my age, I could still break through."

Lu Yongfeng's mood calmed down slightly, and Lu Yongfeng was filled with emotion.

Over the years, Lu Yongfeng has traveled all over the country and has been concentrating on the study of pottery making.

Years of hard work have allowed him to reach a level of pottery making that is difficult for others to achieve.

He originally felt that his pottery making level was already high enough and there was nothing to improve.

But by chance, he saw Lu Chen's video.

Although Lu Chen used ancient methods to make pottery, there were also a few innovations.

When Lu Chen made pottery, he did not stick to forms and rules.

He always finds the most suitable way to make pottery better.

Lu Chen's video made Lu Yongfeng suddenly enlightened. He suddenly found that he seemed to be framed by some kind of frame.

It turns out that there are countless possibilities for making pottery.

There is no end to the road of pottery making, and Lu Yongfeng feels there is still a lot to learn.

"Thanks to Lu Chen. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have suddenly understood."

Lu Yongfeng was very grateful when he thought of Lu Chen.

"The fact that I can make such beautiful pottery is all thanks to Lu Chen."

"I have to thank him properly."

"As an elderly person, I don't usually use mobile phones or have access to the Internet. I am almost out of touch with society."

"I also have to keep up with young people. I'll make a video."

"It just so happens that this pottery is so beautiful that I have to display it online."

Lu Yongfeng thought for a while and started shooting the video seriously.

He photographed his own work first, striving to capture every detail.

However, his mobile phone is very old and does not have high pixels.

Moreover, he usually uses his mobile phone too much and his shooting skills are not good. He is not satisfied no matter how he shoots.

Lu Yongfeng was a little worried when a voice suddenly came from outside, "Dad!"

It was Lu Jingxuan, Lu Yongfeng's son, who was back.

After Lu Jingxuan graduated from university, he stayed in big cities and worked hard.

Except for the Chinese New Year, I never go home at all.

"Why did you come back?"

"Didn't you say that you are busy at work and don't usually have time to go home?"

Lu Yongfeng greeted him overjoyed.

His wife died of illness at an early age, leaving only his son.

Lu Yongfeng worked hard to raise his son. He had not seen his son for a long time and missed him for a long time.

"I figured it out, we have such good craftsmanship, we can't let it go to waste."

"Instead of being a social beast in a big city, I would rather stay with you and learn the craft from you."

"My dad's craftsmanship is amazing."

"My classmates and colleagues know that I am your son, and they all envy me."

"Don't you want me to learn from you a long time ago? If I learn now, isn't it too late?"

Lu Jingxuan asked with a smile.

In the past, he was surrounded by blessings and did not know how blessed he was. He always envied other people's parents' decent jobs and envied other people's families being rich.

Even occasionally, he would secretly despise his father who only played with mud and had to deal with mud all his life.

Now that I think about it, he was so useless before.

After graduating from college, he stayed in big cities to develop.

However, life in a big city is not that easy. The endless pressure makes him almost breathless.

Some time ago, Lu Chen's live broadcast was popular, and his ability to make pottery was recognized by his father.

Lu Jingxuan noticed Lu Chen.

Later, intangible cultural heritage received attention and importance.

Lu Jingxuan also received the envy of countless people because of his father.

In this atmosphere, he understood and decided to go home and study with his father.

(End of this chapter)