Life in a quiet village in Xianshan

Originally, Gu Siwei's mental activity before he came was 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 bow down.

The reason is: the so-called statue of Grandpa Mountain God is too ugly!

To be honest, Gu Siwei had never seen such an ugly statue in his whole life. Even dogs wouldn't believe it was a god if it were placed outside.

Gu Siwei didn’t know what the villagers were thinking. He originally said that he would only build an altar, but now there is not only an altar, but also a statue of a god. It’s so ugly that it’s crazy, but Gu Siwei also admitted that this thing is ugly beyond the skyline. Son, it is indeed a standard statue.

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

At least a group of villagers worshiped very devoutly, with their hands clasped together, and some of them even muttered words.

Gu Siwei didn't want to bow, so he naturally stood at the door, about one meter away from the door, leaning against the wall, looking at the villagers who were worshiping with a smile.

Originally, Gu Siwei was laughing 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. It seemed that he was the weird one in this group of people. of.

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

If it were an individual, he would have scolded his mother a long time ago. An ant might not, because it cannot speak, or it might scold Ku Siwei, a human bastard, for being inhumane in ant language.

"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 coming out too?"

The old lady said something that almost made Gu Siwei burst out laughing.

"For such an ugly statue, I can only pray a few times. I can't keep praying to it."

"Hahaha! It's pretty much what I thought. When I came here, I thought I had to bow to it no matter what. But when I saw that thing, I no longer had any thoughts of bowing," Gu Siwei said cheerfully.

The old lady nodded and said: "Yes! But it's understandable. After all, none of the villagers have the skills to carve statues of gods! Besides, if you do this now, isn't it like hitting the muzzle of a gun? It's okay to have a look. Think of it this way It’s easy to take it off.”

Um!

Gu Siwei nodded in agreement.

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

"I don't understand, how do I understand that stuff?" the old lady denied with a smile.

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

What Gu Siwei means is that you just talk about it and I just listen and play. I won't say that you know anything about antiques, and you don't have to worry about me harming you.

The old lady has lived so long, and if she can't even hear these words, then she has lived stupidly for so many years.

The old lady understood. If it were anyone 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, and she couldn't refuse.

The old lady also knows that Gu Siwei has noticed something. It would be a bit shameful for you to push back at this time. Again, Gu Siwei gave her daughter and son-in-law help, and you can't even say the truth here. None, this is not the way for people to get along with each other.

When Gu Siwei saw the old lady smiling and saying nothing, he asked directly: "Do you think there was something wrong with the bottle this 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. I guess most people in this business will have to twitch their eyes when they see this thing." .

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

"Imitation from the Hades period," the old lady said with certainty.

"Then you say it's not valuable?" Gu Siwei said casually.

After hearing this, the old lady smiled and whispered, "Isn't the imitation worthless?"

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

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

Gu Siwei was curious, looking at the old lady waiting for the story to be told.

When the old lady saw it, she smiled slightly and started talking about who made the bottle.

"Does the porcelain master also make fakes?"

Gu Siwei really hadn't thought about this before. Hearing the old lady talk about it, he felt a little fresh.

The old lady smiled and asked back: "Are the painters allowed to fake, but the porcelain burners are not allowed to fake? This kind of thing, true and false, false and true, is actually not that important."

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

"It was okay before, but now there is no place for this. I wonder what kind of buyer Old Man Liu is looking for, and he dares to eat these things now." When the old lady said this, her eyes lit up, as if she was thinking of buying this. Make things clear.

But after his eyes lit up, they quickly dimmed again.

"Forget it, I'm a piece of shit myself, and I'm still annoyed by other people's crotches being stained with yellow mud," the old lady joked to herself in a self-deprecating way.

"Are the other items true? What do you think?" Gu Siwei asked.

The old lady nodded: "The remaining few pieces are indeed real, but originally the quantity on the market was not small, so they couldn't be sold at a high price. But now that the past few years have passed, if this matter continues for a few more years, , when this mess is over, those things will be really valuable, maybe even more valuable than the fake bottle."

"So awesome?"

Gu Siwei blurted out.

The old lady said: "No one can say for sure on this matter. I just make random calculations. If you want to set the price very accurately, it won't work. I only recommend a big trend. Besides, it is still unclear whether this storm will be over."

Gu Siwei said this without a clue: "No matter how the rain blows or the wind blows, a new generation will replace the old, as long as you are an individual, you will die one day."

The old lady understood and smiled at Gu Siwei: "Yes, there will always be such a day. No one can run away, no one can hide, and then 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. Real things and fake things are put in front of me. Even if they are fake at a glance, I may not be able to tell them apart. How can we talk about interest? ".

"You can see it if you play with it too much and touch it too much. It's nothing particularly profound. Some people say this or that, but it's just a piece of cloth covering their profession to confuse outsiders," the old lady said.

"What you said 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 away her thoughts: "I didn't say these words, it was said by an elder before."

It is estimated that the old lady's elder is unlikely to be alive, and the old lady does not look like this living person. Gu Siwei is not curious about this matter, and has no desire to explore other people's privacy, so Gu Siwei At this moment, I only had my ears on, and I didn’t ask or 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 had 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 said with a smile.

Gu Siwei wanted to say something more, but when he heard some movement in the yard, he turned around and saw that everyone was coming out one after another.

The expressions on each face were quite good. It seemed that they felt the presence of the gods, or felt some kind of satisfaction from this ceremony.

"Siwei, let's go!"

Luan Jianming came not far from Gu Siwei and said to Gu Siwei.

"Let's go, please go first."

Gu Siwei motioned to the old lady to go first.

The old lady said: "You should go first, they are still working hard."

As she spoke, the old lady looked towards the yard, and sure enough, Guo Shengshou and a young man were chatting there, and they seemed to be having a good conversation.

"My son-in-law, the only good thing 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 everyone who came from home to help, everyone who was on the boat with him, had already come out.

Now Gu Siwei couldn't stand anymore and took the big guy on the boat.

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

When we arrived at Gu Siwei's house, the rest of the work was less urgent. Instead of working first in the morning, everyone had something to eat before continuing to work.

Work naturally has a division of labor. Gu Siwei, Sicui and others still do idle work. As for digging sweet potatoes and the like, that is the work of old craftsmen. People like Gu Siwei don't let him play with him.

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

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

No matter how much he thought about this thing, Gu Siwei thought that if this thing was extended into the soil, it would definitely insert into the tubers of sweet potatoes, but strangely, Liu Fulin, Luan Jianming and others couldn't hurt it.

With a strong push of both hands, the fork penetrated into the soil. He lifted the handle of the shovel and then lifted it slightly. A bunch of sweet potatoes with roots hung on the tines of the fork with a jingling sound.

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

However, the focus of people like Luan Jianming is not on their own technology.

"Good guy! Look, it's a big lump again, and it's all from my grandfather's generation." Luan Jianming raised the fork in front of him, picked the sweet potato from the fork, held it in his hand and smashed it on the ground, removing the soil from the sweet potato. Drop it.

"Brother Siwei... you really get what you sow. You are obviously a novice in farming, but your luck is really incomparable...".

Everyone doesn't know what to say now. Let's talk about the rice. The Siwei family has had a good harvest. Now the sweet potatoes are also grown by others. It makes a group of people who claim to be the master of the banker feel a little blushing when they think about it. .