Life in a small village with quiet mountains and quiet waters

Chapter 209 The Ugly Idol

Originally, Gu Siwei's mental activity before coming here was like this: Say goodbye to everyone, believe it or not, just go along with it.

But after arriving here, Gu Siwei found that he really couldn't worship.

The reason is: the so-called statue of Grandpa the Mountain God is too ugly!
To be honest, Gu Siwei has never seen such an ugly statue at such a young age. It is estimated that if this thing is put outside, even dogs will not believe that it is a god.

Gu Siwei doesn’t know what the folks think. Originally, they said they would only build an altar, but now there is not only an altar, but also a statue. Ugly is ugly and crazy, but Gu Siwei also admits that this ugly thing is out of the skyline Yes, it is indeed a standard statue.

You can say it's ugly, but you can't deny it works.

At least a group of folks worshiped it very piously, clasping their hands together, and some people were still muttering words.

Gu Siwei didn't want to pray, so he naturally stood at the door, about one meter away from the door, leaning against the wall, smiling and looking at the worshiping folks.

Originally, Gu Siwei was happy in his heart and saw it as a joke, but after a while, he found that the villagers were all serious, and he felt a little embarrassed instead, as if he was the weird one among this group of people. of.

Feeling awkward, Gu Siwei came to the gate, that is, the gate of the small courtyard, found a cooler shade, squatted down, and left a small willow branch in his boring hand. At this moment, Gu Siwei caught a big black Ant, no matter where the ant wants to go, the twig in Gu Siwei's hand can accurately block its way.

If it was an individual, he would have scolded his mother a long time ago. The ant might not, because it can't speak, or it might use ant language to scold Gu Siwei, a human bastard, for being incompetent.

"Xiao Gu!"

When Gu Siwei looked up, he found that Wu Meiling's mother was coming, so he immediately dropped the stick in his hand, and smiled at the old lady, "Why are you here?"

The old lady said something, and almost made Gu Siwei laugh.

"For such an ugly statue, I can just worship it a few times, but I can't keep worshiping it."

"Hahaha! It's about the same as what I thought. When I came here, I still felt that I had to pray no matter what. When I saw that thing, I didn't have any thoughts of worshiping." Gu Siwei said cheerfully.

The old lady nodded and said: "Yes! But it's understandable. After all, none of the villagers have the skill of carving gods! Besides, if you do this now, don't you just hit the muzzle of the gun? It's fine to have a look. Think like this It's also easy to remove."

Ah!
Gu Siwei nodded in agreement.

The two chatted for a while, Gu Siwei remembered what happened in the morning, and asked the old lady: "Do you know antiques?"

"I don't understand, how can I understand that thing?" The old lady denied with a smile.

Gu Siwei said: "I'm very curious. Whether you understand it or not, if you have time, let's chat. What do you think?"

What Gu Siwei means is, you just talk about it, and I just listen to it for fun. I won't say that you know antiques, and you don't have to worry about how I will harm you.

The old lady has lived such an old age, and she can't even hear this, so she has lived so many years.

The old lady understood that if it was someone else, she could still pretend to be stupid, but the young man in front of her could be said to be kind to her daughter and son-in-law, so it was hard for her to refuse.

The old lady also knows that Gu Siwei has seen something. If you push back and forth again at this time, it will be a bit outrageous. It's the same sentence. Gu Siwei gave her daughter and son-in-law help. You can tell the truth here None, this is not the way people get along with each other.

Seeing that the old lady smiled and said nothing, Gu Siwei asked directly: "Do you think there is something wrong with the bottle in the morning?"

The old lady said: "Well, from my point of view, the bottle is quite well made, but it is still an imitation. It can be said that the imitation is very real. It is estimated that most people in this business will have to drill their eyes when they see this thing." .

Gu Siwei was stunned for a moment: "You said he was not from that era, but imitated later."

"It was imitated in the Ming Dynasty," the old lady said with certainty.

"Then it's worthless?" Gu Siwei said casually.

The old lady smiled and said in a low voice, "Imitation ones are worthless?"

"Is the imitation still worth money?" Gu Siwei felt that he couldn't understand it again.

"I'm afraid this imitation is not much worse than the real one. Let's put it this way, this bottle is about the same price as the real one," the old lady said confidently.

Gu Siwei was curious here, looking at the old lady waiting for someone to tell a story.

When the old lady saw her, she smiled and began to talk about who made the bottle.

"Porcelain art masters also fake?"

Gu Siwei hadn't really thought about this, and it was a bit fresh to hear the old lady talk about it.

The old lady smiled and asked back: "The painting is allowed to be fake, but the porcelain firing is not allowed to be fake? This kind of thing, true or false, false or true, is not that important."

"Old lady, are you really?" Gu Siwei said happily after hearing this: "If you can't recognize the fake of this thing, then you can make a lot of money if you sell it for real."

"It's okay before, but now there's no place to buy this. I wonder what kind of buyer Liu is looking for. He dares to eat these things at this time." Figure it out.

But after the eyes brightened, they quickly dimmed again.

"Forget it, my ass is full of shit, and I'm bothered by other people's yellow mud falling off their crotch." The old lady laughed at herself in a self-deprecating way.

"The other few are true, what do you think?" Gu Siwei asked.

The old lady nodded: "The remaining few pieces are real, but they were originally sold in a large quantity, so they couldn't afford to sell them at a high price, but now that the past few years have passed, if this matter has to last for a few more years , Waiting for this mess to pass, those things will be really valuable, maybe even more valuable than that fake bottle.”

"So stupid?"

Gu Siwei blurted out.

The old lady said: "Who can say for sure about this matter, I just make calculations at random, and I can't do it if I want to set a very precise price. I only recommend a big market, and I can't say whether this storm will pass."

Gu Siwei said here without thinking: "Let the rain and the wind blow away, a new generation replaces the old, as long as you are a person, you will die one day."

The old lady understood, and smiled at Gu Siwei: "Yes, there will always be a day when no one can escape, no one can hide, and all the glory and wealth will be nothing more than a handful of loess."

"Are you interested in this?" The old lady suddenly asked Gu Siwei.

Gu Siwei said: "It's not really an interest, it's just curiosity. I won't hide it from you. If the real thing is in front of me, even if it's fake at a glance, I can't tell the difference. Where can I talk about interest?" ".

"It's just that you play with it a lot, and you can see it when you touch it a lot. It's nothing particularly advanced. Some people say this and that, but it's just a cloth for their own industry, so as to attract outsiders' eyes," the old lady said.

"Your statement is very special," Gu Siwei said with a smile.

The old lady raised her head slightly, looked at the mountains in the distance, and seemed to throw her thoughts out: "I didn't say this, it was said by an elder before."

The elders of the old lady are unlikely to be alive, and the old lady does not look like this one who can live. Gu Siwei is not curious about this matter, and has no desire to explore other people's privacy, so Gu Siwei At this moment, he only had his ears on, and didn't ask any questions, nor did he say anything.

After a while, the old lady looked at Gu Siwei and said with a little surprise: "You are so calm. If ordinary people would have asked."

Gu Siwei was immediately happy when he heard this: "If you want to say it, you will say it. If you don't want to say it, why should I ask?"

"Interesting!" The old lady looked at Gu Siwei and smiled.

Gu Siwei still wanted to say something, when he heard movement in the yard, he turned around and saw that everyone came out one after another.

The expressions on each face are quite good, it seems that they feel the existence of the gods, or feel some kind of satisfaction from this ceremony.

"Siwei, let's go!"

Luan Jianming came not far from Gu Siwei's side, and said to Gu Siwei.

"Let's go, please first."

Gu Siwei motioned for the old lady to go first.

The old lady said: "You go first, these people are still chattering."

As she said that, the old lady looked into the yard, and sure enough, Guo Shengshou was chatting with a young man over there, and they seemed to be having a good chat.

"My son-in-law, there is only one thing that is good, that is to be down-to-earth," the old lady said.

Gu Siwei didn't understand what the old lady wanted to express, but he didn't have time to think about it now, because all the people who came to help from home had already come out with him.

Now Gu Siwei couldn't stand still, and took the big guy on board.

Gu Siwei is sailing here, and Guo Shengshou is still chatting with others over there.

When I came to Gu Siwei's house, I was not in a hurry for the rest of the work. I didn't work first in the morning. Everyone had something to eat before continuing to work.

Naturally, there is a division of labor. Gu Siwei and Sicui are still idle jobs. As for digging sweet potatoes, they are all the work of veteran craftsmen. People like Gu Siwei are not taken to play.

Who is the veteran?Naturally, people like Liu Fulin and Luan Jianming.

Gu Siwei really didn't know that the hoe was not used to dig sweet potatoes here, but the steel fork was used, not the fork of eighteen kinds of weapons, but the kind of fork used in the countryside, used to fork hay.

No matter what Gu Siwei thought about this thing, he felt that if it stretched into the soil, it would definitely penetrate the tubers of sweet potatoes, but it was so strange that Liu Fulin, Luan Jianming and others couldn't hurt them.

With both hands, the fork sank into the soil, lifted the handle of the shovel up, and lifted it slightly again, and a bunch of sweet potatoes hung on the tines of the fork with their roots.

This joke made Gu Siwei feel that it could sell tickets and collect money for people to watch.

However, people like Luan Jianming didn't focus on their own skills.

"Good guy! Look, it's another big lump, and it's still from grandpa's generation." Luan Jianming lifted the fork in front of him, picked the sweet potato from the fork, held it in his hand and beat it on the ground, scraping the soil on the sweet potato. fall off.

"Brother Siwei, this... is really what he grows. He is obviously a novice in farming, but his luck is really incomparable...".

Everyone doesn't know how to say it now, rice, Gu Siwei's family has a good harvest, and now this sweet potato is also well grown by others, so that a group of people who call themselves farmers feel a little blush when they think about it .

(End of this chapter)