National Treasure Artist

Chapter 83 Give He Biao Stance

"Designer Bai, sit down, sit down."

"Girl, sit here."

"This designer, let me move a bench for you. You have been wronged by the shabby home!"

"Come on, masters, sit down first."

"I'll pour tea for you all!"

After entering the gate of He Biao's house, He Biao's mother was all smiles and immediately greeted him enthusiastically.

The door of his house was gradually blocked by villagers who came after hearing the news, looking inside in twos and threes.

"Designer Bai, your tea."

"It might be hot, be careful."

"Auntie, you are welcome, we are going to start work soon."

Dove Tong took the steaming glass teacup and said.

"Yes, yes."

Mother He's complexion was rosy, and while responding, she continued to pour tea and handed it to several people one by one.

She was very enthusiastic, with a beam of joy on her face. From time to time, she looked at the villagers watching the excitement at the door, feeling a little proud.

When was the last time you got so much attention at home?

Probably several years ago, when the cub was admitted to college.

The woman pondered in her heart, and then became more enthusiastic.

He Biao's mother is the most ordinary rural woman, who doesn't think much about her life, except her children, husband and family.

For them, it is enough to be able to look up to the folks in the village, to be able to have the confidence and face when washing clothes, cooking, or chatting with other women about family affairs.

"Masters and designers, I really can't get anything at home."

"Here are some fruits, melon seeds and sugar, you can deal with them."

Mother He took out a few more red plastic bags from the cabinet, and after opening, there were some snacks prepared at home.

"He Biao, wait for the masters to entertain!"

Seeing He Biao standing next to Davidia involucrata, He's mother hurriedly reprimanded him.

"Let me in, let me in, let me in."

"Old Wang, why are you here too? Why don't you come in and have a meeting?"

"I heard that Designer Bai has come to my house?"

"Haha, yes, it's a great honor, no, I hurriedly asked for leave and came back."

"It's a big deal for Designer Bai to come to my house!"

There was some commotion among the villagers watching at the door, and then a very thick voice could be heard, which was inevitably a bit caring and showing off.

Judging by the voice, this is a middle-aged man, and he must be in a good mood.

Gong Tong and his group looked towards the gate, only to see a tall, thin man in a thin gray overcoat squeeze in.

"These are the Bai designers."

The middle-aged man entered the room, wiped his hands on his clothes again, bowed slightly, and stepped forward to shake hands with Bai Gongtong and the others.

Seeing this, Gongtong hurriedly put the water glass on the table, stepped forward a few steps, and reached out to hold it with Father He.

The palms of this middle-aged man are very rough, which is caused by hard work all year round.

Seeing that Davidia Davidson respected him so much, the man blushed, blushing from excitement, and his back straightened involuntarily.

The villagers behind him looked at Father He with envy.

"Uncle, you are being polite."

Davidia involucrata's voice was also deliberately raised.

Gongtong gradually realized that something was wrong with He Biao's family. It seemed that both He's father and He's mother were too enthusiastic about them.

It seems that when he comes, their family can be seen in the village.

After thinking about it, in connection with He Biao's situation, Gong Tong guessed in her heart.

The original plan to rush the construction was gradually let go, and I was ready to finish drinking this cup of tea.

Gongtong intends to put a stance on He Biao's family!

That's why, Gongtong stepped forward to meet her first, stretched out her hand first, and deliberately raised her voice.

He Biao, a college student standing next to him, looked at Gongtong and his father, and suddenly felt a strong sense of touch in his heart, and clenched his fists tightly.

At this moment, he realized what kind of gossip he had brought to his family and what kind of pressure he had brought to his parents during the more than one year of graduation.

Looking at Davidia involucrata, who was not a few years older than him, the gratitude in He Biao's heart was beyond words.

"Masters, come here, there is no good smoke at home."

"You make do with it!"

He took out a cloth bag from the house, opened it layer by layer, and took out the hidden cigarettes to pass to the masters.

"Uncle, this time I'm going to be next to your house. He Biao specially designed a clay pottery kiln!"

After they all sat down, Gongtong said loudly.

Just as he expected, as soon as the voice fell, the villagers around the door began to discuss before the few people in the house answered.

"Clay pottery kiln?"

"Didn't you want to renovate He Biao's house?"

"What's the use of repairing that thing, who still uses this now?"

"That's right!"

"Hey, really, I thought why Biao's family was really going to be hit by a pie falling from the sky."

"It turns out that's not the case."

Hearing the discussion of the villagers at the door, the expressions of He Biao's parents suddenly changed, and their hearts turned cold.

"In my reconstruction system of Banwan Village, He Biao's pottery kiln occupies a very important position."

Gongtong's eyes drifted past the door, paused, and said one after another.

"Banwan Village is an ancient, mysterious and charming village in my eyes."

"After the renovation is completed, it will be the ancient village that tourists from all over the country want to travel and experience the most."

"You said people from the city came to our Banwan Village, what do they want to play? What do they want to see?"

"Isn't it a rare thing that we don't have in the outside world?"

"Uncle, Auntie, let me tell you, the clay pottery of the Buyi people is an extremely precious traditional folk art in the outside world. Not to mention the high price, there is no place to buy it if you want to buy it!"

The voice is very clear, and the speaking speed is not fast, which can guarantee that the villagers at the door of the house can hear clearly.

All the discussions stopped abruptly, and the villagers held their breath and poked their heads to eavesdrop.

The more they listened, the more dignified their expressions became.

"Uncle, aunt"

"I just fell in love with the skills we He Biao learned in college."

"I believe he can pass on and carry forward the traditional clay pottery skills of the Buyi people."

"The earthen pottery of the Buyi people is the god of the village, the god of spirit!"

The voice suddenly rose and became sonorous and powerful.

The words affirmed He Biao's advantages in going to college, affirmed He Biao's ability, and expressed confidence in He Biao's future.

Hey, as soon as the words of Gongtong were thrown out.

Who dares to say that going to college is useless?

Who would dare to say that the money was wasted?

Who would dare to sneer and speak bitterly?

This is to support He Biao!
He Biao on the side blushed, feeling confident and proud, and regarded Davidia involucrata as a bole and a confidant.

It is often said that a scholar dies for his confidant. It is no exaggeration to say that at this moment, He Biao is even willing to die for Davidia involucrata.

He's father and He's mother were even more excited and joyful. They just felt that they were floating, their faces were rosy, their waists were straight, and they were proud of their son!
I feel that the grievances I have suffered over the past year are all worth it, and they are nothing.

At the door, many villagers heard what Gongtong said clearly, and the eyes they looked at He Biao's family in the house immediately changed, becoming more respectful.

Good guy, this is luckier than pie in the sky!
If it can be done, it will give the He family a steady stream of gold mines. In the future, even if there are people in Banwan Village who want to join, they must follow He Biao. He takes the big head and you take the small head.

Don't ask why, it's because he is one of the village centers planned by Bai Gongtong designer himself, because he is the No.1 Buyi clay pottery!
"Okay, uncle, aunt, we have to start working soon."

"Finished it as soon as possible, and there is still work at hand."

Giving the He family a foothold, Gong Tong stood up and walked out of the house with several old masters.

The crowd crowding in front of the door dispersed immediately to make room for them.

The way the villagers looked at Davidia involucrata was different again!

The designer of Davidia involucrata is more immortal than a living god, and a living Buddha than a living Buddha.

Zhang Luo changed the living conditions for Shu Ting's family, and made another fiddle, planning to give He Biao's family a hen that can only lay golden eggs.

Pinellia is helping Mother He clean up the teacups and fruit crumbs.

Such a pretty girl cleaned up with He's mother, and He's mother smiled all over her face: "Such a handsome girl is still so diligent, I don't know who will be so lucky in the future."

"Auntie, you got it."

The subordinates didn't stop, and responded softly with a smile.

Pinellia was aware of Davidia involucrata's intentions, and it was also in Hejia's posture!
Dig soil, lay bricks, earthen pottery kiln, also known as steamed bun kiln, started construction
(End of this chapter)