Golden Fishing Village

Each of them had a cigarette, and the four old men were somewhat flattered.

Usually the boatman will prepare cigarettes and tea for the twister, but he only prepares a pack, and if he runs out of cigarettes, he will figure out what to do.

The twister's work is too boring. He often spends a day alone on the boat, and it is easy to become mentally exhausted while hammering, so they like to smoke to refresh themselves.

Ao Muyang gave the cigarettes to them and took out the tea, giving each of them a few tea bags.

Chen Dongwa took out an old-fashioned military kettle with almost all the paint peeled off. He only took away a tea bag and said with a simple smile: "This one is enough for a day."

Ao Muyang said: "You're welcome, old man. We don't lack this at home. You can take it and drink it."

Chen Dongwa flashed Bailang and said, "Thank you, village chief, we have enough to smoke with this."

A row of fishing boats were moored at the pier. They each got on a boat, then opened their tool boxes and started looking at the bow of the wooden boat with a magnifying glass.

Ao Muyang looked around and saw that there were many tools in the toolbox, including chisels, axes, seam hooks, intrusions, and more than a dozen kinds. In addition, there were three treasures of the twister: hemp rope, tung oil, and lime.

After looking at the toolbox, he knelt down and said, "Old man, if I have nothing to do, can I watch you work here? It's not that I don't trust you, nor am I supervising you. I just haven't seen this kind of work before, so I'm a little curious."

Chen Dongwa held a cigarette in her mouth and said with a smile: "Okay, you can watch it if you want. You are welcome. Oh, speaking of which, I really hope that our fisherman doll can be more curious and come to see more people. Maybe someone is interested and can Follow me and learn.”

He sniffed and blew out the smoke, and then said: "The craftsmanship passed down by our ancestors for more than a thousand years may end in our generation. In the future, when we old guys die, I really don't know when we go underground. How should I go to see the Patriarch?"

Ao Muyang comforted him and said: "It's okay. Maybe the ancestor has been reincarnated and you can't touch him."

The four old men were all amused by this. An old man named Peng Nian'an said, "I hope so."

Ao Muyang asked: "I heard from the old clerk in our village that no young people are willing to take over the twister's job now? This is a skill after all."

Chen Dongwa shook her head: "In this era, people laugh at the poor but not at the prostitutes. If twisters don't make money, who would want to learn from them? Nowadays, young people are willing to learn a craft, but it must be a profitable craft, and go to the unprofitable one."

Peng Nian'an said: "Old Chen, you don't have any objections. My son doesn't want to learn, just because he doesn't make money. There is no way, they spend a lot of money now. My son went on a blind date with a girl, and she asked for a house. How long will it take to get enough money for a house if you do our job?"

"This is a big job. It would be great if we could have this kind of job every day." Another old twister named Chen Defu said with satisfaction.

A boat costs 200 yuan, and there are more than 150 wooden boats in Longtou Village. If divided, each person can basically earn about 8,000 yuan.

But they have to work hard for three months. During this time, they can't rest day or night.

"Quickly pull it off, you have this job every day, wouldn't it be so beautiful for you?" Chen Dongwa said with a smile.

Ao Muyang smiled bitterly and said, "I think I will die from exhaustion."

To complete the maintenance of a ship in two days, the twisters have to concentrate on maintaining high efficiency, otherwise the time will drag on even longer.

Chen Defu sighed: "My hope now is to die from exhaustion on the boat so that I can make money. The third kid in the family is not married yet, and he still expects to scratch a layer of oil from me!"

Hearing the bleak words of the old twisters, Ao Muyang felt sad, and he said: "This way, master, if you clean up beautifully tomorrow, I will find someone to videotape it for you and put it online to promote our skills. At the same time, I’ll recruit apprentices for you, what do you think?”

Peng Nianan's eyes widened and he asked: "Put it on the net? Work on the fishing net? How to do this?"

Chen Defu suddenly laughed, and he said: "Computer Network, you said you keep your head down all day without watching TV? You don't understand this? Young people play Computer Network. With a computer, you can communicate with foreigners. Come on."

Peng Nian'an smoked a cigarette and thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "I don't understand."

Chen Defu still wanted to explain, but Chen Dongwa shook his head and said: "It's useless to tell Lao Peng. He doesn't even have a TV at home. He usually either works on the ship or works in the fields. How can he understand these things?"

Peng Nian'an grinned, showing his old yellow teeth: "I have to eat."

"Nowadays, people on the Internet call eating meals "chafen." Cheng Dajin, who had been silent for the whole time, interjected.

Chen Dongwa waved her hand and said, "Don't gossip. The village chief said he would help us publicize it. What a great thing. Let's put on good clothes tomorrow and cooperate with the village chief."

"Okay." The three nodded.

Chen Dongwa knelt on the bow of the ship, picked up the ax and knocked it against the ship's plank. He smiled at Ao Muyang and said, "Village chief, I'll explain it to you while I'm doing it. This is called caulking. It's a delicate job and a technical job. You have to look for the seams and holes in the ship, you have to find them all, not one is missing.”

There is a relatively large seam on this ship, but it was blocked before and contained lime plaster.

Chen Dongwa knocked around the gap with the ax, then picked up a small chisel and dug into the gap, pulling out all the old lime paste inside.

After digging out the lime plaster, there was some dark and sticky stuff inside. Ao Muyang asked: "Whose ship is this? What kind of messy things were put there?"

Chen Dongwa smiled and said: "A piece of hemp rope, that's no problem. The rules are to use hemp rope to plug the cracks."

He took out a new rope and stuffed it in, and used a brush dipped in tung oil to carefully brush around and inside the gap.

Ao Muyang thought that the gap would be blocked with lime next, but it turned out not to be the case. The old man took out the rope that was put in again and chopped it into small short pieces with an axe.

After chopping it, he disassembled the hemp rope, mixed it with lime and tung oil, and put it into something like a small stone mortar to beat it.

With continuous beating, the untied hemp fibers mixed with lime and tung oil, and gradually mixed into lime paste.

The old man began to beat faster, and at this time he stopped smoking to prevent the ash from falling into it. However, he did not throw away the half-smoked cigarette, but pinched it out and clamped it on his ear.

After hammering for a while, he tried it with his hands, then shook his head and said, "It's not soft enough."

After hammering for twenty minutes, he tried the lime paste again. At this time, the lime paste turned into plasticine, which was not sticky but extremely soft. He nodded and said, "Okay."

He stuffed the lime paste into the gap, just the right amount.

Finally, he continued to brush tung oil on it, and then took a small iron sheet to cover the gap. This small iron sheet was not nailed on it, but glued on with a layer of glue. After trimming, the gap was perfectly blocked.

The old man wiped the sweat off his face, took the half-smoked cigarette from his ear, relit it and put it in his mouth, and said, "Okay, let's go down the road."