National Treasure Artist

Chapter 91 The Most Awesome Is My Dad! (seeking collection recommendation)

In the village, the news spread out somehow.

It is said that as long as the old man in the family seeks out Designer Bai, Designer Bai must not refuse.

Good guy, once the news got out, regardless of whether it was reliable or not, at the dinner table that day, the hostesses of every household began to take up their posture.

Either with a smile on his face and a soft voice, or simply ordering and ordering directly, with a tone that cannot be refused.

Some old people felt that they couldn't bear to grit their teeth and refused, and the atmosphere in the whole family became severe.

Walking at home, I dare not breathe too much, and I can hear the needle drop.

This threat, yes, you have to be willing if you don’t want to!
More elderly people have low status at home, and they dare not refuse at all, and they all shyly walked to the place where Bai Gongtong's designer team lived.

Because I'm sorry, if you meet on the road, everyone will maintain a tacit understanding. You walk faster, I walk slower, and try to stagger.

That evening, the fat old man couldn't stand his daughter-in-law's nagging after all, so he sneaked towards Xinzhai alone as it was getting dark.

"Ugh!"

"Where do you put my old face?"

"What's the use? I've searched for so many families, and I haven't heard of anyone who has received a letter from Designer Bai."

"If you have to hold on to this thought, how can there be pies falling from the sky?"

The fat old man sighed with a sad face on the road.

Unexpectedly, he had just reached the fork in the road, and he could vaguely see a familiar figure on the other road.

The fat old man's expression was tense, he hid behind a tree and looked at him secretly.

Seeing the figure clearly, the old man felt a little happy.

He is too familiar with this person!

That man was exactly the same size as him, thin and thin, and he and the fat old man had been friends for a lifetime, and they had been brothers since they opened their crotch pants.

If we can meet each other in this place, everyone will be tacit.

The thin old man lowered his head and muttered while walking without noticing the fat old man. The fat old man quietly walked behind the old brother.

Taking a deep breath, he placed his hands on the former's shoulders and shouted loudly at the same time:

"Old Ho!"

"Ouch!"

"Lao Li, what are you doing?"

With this shout, Old He, who was already a bit sneaky, trembled suddenly, only heard an ouch from his mouth, and then yelled in dissatisfaction after seeing the person behind him clearly.

"What are you going to do?"

There was no answer, and the fat old man Lao Li asked in a serious voice with a straight face.

Hearing the question, the skinny old man blushed and faltered for a while, but he quickly reacted, glared at the old brother in front of him, and asked:
"What are you going to do?"

Eyes wide open, soon both sighed.

"Let's go."

"Our old brothers are together."

"Why do you need this old face!"

I really don't want to go, I really can't get rid of this face.

Walk very slowly, one step at a time, but there is only such a section of the road, and it won't take long for you to ink.

'Boom dong dong'

There was a knock on the door.

"Fatty."

"Master Slender, why are you two elders here?"

It was Davidia involucrata who opened the door, he opened his mouth and shouted.

Seeing the faltering looks of the fat and thin old men, and thinking of the old people who kept coming to him these two days, Gong Tong understood.

"Both of you come and sit inside, and I'll pour you tea."

"No, no, we won't go in."

I waved my hand and was embarrassed to enter.

The two old guys look at me and I look at you, which means to let the other party say this.

"I said fat man, thin man, don't worry about it, I know what your two elders want to say!"

"But my lord, I really can't promise you."

Bai Gongtong let out a chuckle, waved his hand and opened his mouth directly.

Hearing Davidia involucrata's words, the two old people were not annoyed at all, instead they had a tacit understanding, and they took a deep breath together.

Immediately afterwards, as if they had discussed it, the two turned around together and were about to walk home.

I thought to myself.

I've been here before, and Designer Bai understood what I wanted to say, but he didn't agree, so you can't blame me, can you?

The two old men, one fat and one thin, really couldn't bear the scolding of their daughter-in-law at home, so they had no choice but to deal with it!

"Fat master, thin master."

Seeing the actions of the two, Gongtong was in a daze for a while, and he shouted immediately before the old people took two steps.

"You two elders greet all the elders and ladies in the village, and say that I will give everyone an explanation tomorrow!"

Sure enough, early the next morning, the horns in the village began to sound.

The loudspeaker is propagandizing that the village will play Bouyei opera and eight-tone sitting singing, and those who can weave our traditional cloth art of the Bouyei people must register in front of the village committee!
An old man and an old lady were a little puzzled.

The fat uncle and the thin uncle thought of Bai Gongtong's words, and joy suddenly rose in their hearts.

Without hesitation, I didn't even bother to eat breakfast.

Being stared at by his daughter-in-law's dissatisfaction didn't make him feel weak anymore, he became more confident, raised his head and left a sentence:
"I gonna go see!"

At the gate of the village committee, almost half of the village's elderly gathered.

Everyone of these old people has such unique skills.

Everyone talked and looked around in twos and threes.

Some people have a guess in their hearts, while others are completely puzzled.

Not long after the fat and thin old man arrived, the door of the village committee building was opened, and the village head and secretary brought out three or five tables.

At this time, Bai Gongtong also arrived with Pinellia.

Bai Gongtong sat in front of a table, Ban Xia sat in front of a table, and so did the village head and secretary.

"Those who can sit and sing in eight notes register with me!"

"Those who know how to play Bouyei, register in front of the girl next to me."

"He who can weave goes to the head of the village"

Ever since Davidia involucrata arrived, the old people have already been excited.

Guesses that are close to the truth are spreading among all people.

Because of the Davidia involucrata designer, younger villagers also gathered around one after another. Although they disdain these old skills, they want to know what the Davidia involucrata is going to do.

Hearing Davidia involucrata's greeting, one by one old people rushed to their respective tables and lined up.

"If you can do it, which row will you be in?"

The fat and thin old man and several other people did not move, only the fat old man asked loudly with a ruddy complexion.

The old man's voice attracted the attention of many people, even the old man's son and daughter-in-law were watching from the crowd.

The daughter-in-law there muttered dissatisfiedly, this dead old man loves to show off.

Facing these attentions, the fat old man seemed very happy, with his head held high and his chest straight.

"Fatty, you'll have to queue four times!"

Bai Gongtong looked at the old man and responded with a smile.

"Designer Bai, what are you registering for?"

In the distance, someone dared to ask loudly.

This is the question on everyone's mind.

"I have seen the unique skills of my aunt in our village. The cloth weaves is really exquisite."

"I was in our village, and I also listened to the Bouyei opera sung by our uncle, and the eight-tone sitting singing performed. It's really nice, and they are all good things!"

Gongtong didn't hide it, and replied loudly.

"I think, we can't hide such a good thing, we have to let the people in the city see and see it, so that they can raise their profile in the world!"

"I plan to transform an abandoned building on stilts in the village into a Jinxiu workshop, which is specially used to display and produce the cloth of the Buyi people!"

"I plan to build a Wannian Terrace in the middle of the village, and then invite our masters to sing a few times a day!"

After Gongtong's words fell, the villagers in front of the village committee suddenly fell silent.

After a moment of uproar, the old people's eyes widened and their mouths opened.

what?
This is to let these old guys come out of the mountain!
This is an old hen that can lay golden eggs for everyone in the village!

This is to bring the whole village to become rich together!

The surrounding villagers were also happy, those old people have their own parents.

"Isn't this falling into my father's hands?"

"The most amazing one, the one who knows everything is my father!"

"In our village, who can sing better than my father Buyi? Who can sing as much as my father?"

"My father, he likes to ponder these old crafts!"

The fat and thin old man's daughter-in-law changed her mouth, her eyebrows were beaming, and she was very affectionate with each other.

In front of the village committee, the entire spirit of the old people changed, knowing that from now on, their status in the family would have to rise gradually.

The back is also stiff, and the sound is also ringing!
Bai Gongtong is really telling the truth!
An old man said.

(End of this chapter)