Chapter 428 People Are Like Iron, Rice Is Like Steel (Please Give Me Your Monthly Vote!!!)

Here, after Qin Hao hung up the phone, he found tools in the utility room, and then set off for the wood carving shop. These days, he had nothing to do and visited Yunmiao Village. He arrived at the door of the wood carving shop with ease. When I entered the door, I heard someone being scolded.

"Look at you, you play with your phone all day long, you are impetuous, look at all the messy stuff you make, it's strange that you can learn skills like this."

Needless to say, the person scolding must be Xie Heshun. He is a typical old craftsman, a bit conservative. In his opinion, as long as the craftsmanship is good, there will be no worries about having no work. However, the reality is that the development of machinery is getting faster and faster, and the same The pattern style only takes a few minutes to be carved by machine and half a month to be carved by hand. Naturally, the cost is also very different.

People nowadays are very impetuous. Most of the people who buy wood carvings are for decoration or as small ornaments. Who cares about the artistry? The decline of hand-carving is an indisputable fact, but Xie Heshun failed to see the changes of the times and blamed young people for being impatient.

Take ancient times as an example. Why do apprentices willingly work for their masters for free and still show filial piety during holidays? That's because your craftsmanship can fill the stomachs of your apprentices. To put it bluntly, Xie Heshun is the inheritor of state-level intangible cultural heritage. He is famous and has no worries about orders. But what about his apprentices? How can people calm down and learn from him when he doesn't even have enough to eat?

"Hey, Teacher Xie is training his apprentice again."

Qin Hao's appearance made Xie Xiaoxia and the other apprentice secretly relieved.

Xie Heshun glared at the two apprentices: "If you let me see you playing with your mobile phones again, see how I deal with you. Why don't you go to work quickly."

The two returned to the workroom in despair.

"Why do you have time to come to my place today?" Xie Heshun didn't like Qin Hao very much. In his opinion, Qin Hao was not a serious person at his age and just went to Yunmiao Village to idle around all day.

Qin Hao didn't care either: "Teacher Xie, I plan to make a recliner, and I plan to get some wood from you. I don't need any good wood, as long as it's strong enough, I can use any scraps."

"Can you still do carpentry?" Xie Heshun was very surprised.

"I'm pretty good at carpentry, but not a craftsman."

"Okay, come with me." Xie Heshun was very satisfied with Qin Hao's precise choice of words. In his opinion, his talent is called a craftsman, and those who help people build houses and furniture can only be regarded as carpenters. .

Opening the warehouse door, Xie Heshun pointed at a pile of discarded wood with different rules: "These are all, but we don't have a sawing table here. If you want to use it, you have to use a manual saw."

"Okay, thank you, Teacher, for lending you the tools."

"There's everything here as long as you know how to use it."

Qin Hao secretly laughed. This was testing whether he could use those traditional carpenter tools. In the bloody romantic world, he used traditional tools, so this was not a problem for him.

Taking a piece of carved tree root, Qin Hao measured the size with a tape measure, marked it, and then started to cut the root with a hand saw.

The sound of creaking reached the workshop of the woodcarving shop. Xie Xiaoxia and Xie Xiaoxia looked at each other, hid outside the door and peeked in quietly.

Qin Hao moved very quickly. He sawed several tree roots into long pieces of wood in about fifteen minutes. He then placed a piece of wood on the table, fixed both ends with nails, and pushed the other pieces of wood underneath. , then found a plane plane from the pile of carpenter's tools and began to smooth the rough surface of the wood.

Xie Heshun's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw Qin Hao's nimble hands and feet and skillful movements. He originally thought that Qin Hao could only fight on a small bench, but he didn't expect that this kid was really good at it.

After almost an hour, a curved recliner that could rock back and forth gradually took shape in Qin Hao's hands.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Qin Hao stood up and stretched, only to find Xie Heshun staring blankly at the recliner.

"Teacher Xie, do you have any paint here?"

Xie Heshun came back to his senses, pretended not to care, and pointed to the corner: "The wood carvings here are never painted, only wax."

"The wax is just right, so as not to loose the smell."

Regarding Qin Hao's behavior of not treating him as an outsider at all, Xie Heshun's mouth moved, but he was too embarrassed to say anything, so he turned around and walked out. As a result, he happened to bump into two apprentices who were leaning under the door and peeking.

Xie and Shun were feeling depressed now. They scolded the two apprentices until they were bloody, and then walked away.

Qin Hao was mixing wax, and Xie Xiaoxia sneaked in and said with admiration.

"Brother Hao, I think your skills are better than those of the carpenters in our village. Aren't you from the city? How can you do this?"

Qin Hao made up a reason casually: "My grandfather is a carpenter. I worked for him when I was a child. I learned a little bit after watching a lot."

"Is this still called fur?" Xie Xiaoxia smacked her lips: "Brother Hao, do you think I have a better future as a carpenter than as a wood carver?"

Qin Hao was amused: "How did you know that carpenters have a better future than woodcarvers?"

Xie Xiaoxia said with a sad face: "Look at how quickly you made a recliner. It took our master half a month to carve a piece of wood. This recliner can at least be used to sit on. Where is the wood sculpture? Just hang it there, it's not meant to be eaten. Inappropriate for use.”

Another wood carving apprentice also nodded with deep understanding.

Qin Hao couldn't help laughing and scolding: "You are still pragmatic when co-authoring."

"It's a shame that you are always online. Look at how much a chair costs on the Internet. A few minutes of assembly line production in other factories is enough. I am exhausted after working here for more than an hour. A chair sells for more than ten or twenty yuan. Can I compete with others?"

"The first thing to be eliminated by industrialization is the handicraft workshops of small farmers. After all, wood carving still has some artistic value that cannot be replaced by machine carving. Learn from me as a carpenter? Have you learned to drink the northwest wind?"

Xie Xiaoxia and Xie Xiaoxia both looked disillusioned when they heard this.

"But, Brother Hao, look at my master's wood carving shop. Many of the works of wood carving masters from the village have been here for many years. They cannot be sold at all. How many years will it take for us to reach their level? What do we rely on to support ourselves these years? ah?"

This is indeed a problem. They say that the cultural heritage of our ancestors must be passed on and cannot be cut off in the hands of this generation. But the actual problem is that these cultural heritages are difficult to learn and not profitable. People always have to live in the real world. .

"The aroma of wine is also afraid of deep alleys. Now is the era of mobile Internet. No one knows about the best things, so how can anyone buy them? I have seen Teacher Xie's craftsmanship, and it is indeed great. For those who like wood carving, They should still be willing to spend money to buy it. The key question is how to let those people see it and still buy it.”

Qin Hao asked Xie Xiaoxia to help carry the lounge chair back to the windy courtyard. The courtyard had good ventilation and it was easier to apply wax there.

In the small courtyard, Mr. Ma was still meditating. He still looked unmoved by the arrival of Qin Hao and Xie Xiaoxia. However, when they turned around to wax the recliner, he quietly opened his eyes and took a look.

"I also thought about bringing goods through live broadcast, but no one watched it, and my master refused to let me do it, saying that I was not doing my job properly." Xie Xiaoxia said dejectedly.

There are only two words that can describe Xie Xiaoxia: honest.

Honest people often have one characteristic: ax. An honest person like this is allowed to work hard and is a good hand. When he can deal with others, he can use his own shortcomings to attack the enemy's strong points. Later, Xie Xiaoxia was defrauded of money. , which is also the reason why he is not good at interacting with others and easily trusts others.

Despite the fact that many anchors have no talent, they just sit alone in front of the camera and brag to others. It seems that everyone can do this industry. In fact, anchoring is a bit similar to a host. You have to clearly grasp the audience in the live broadcast room. This is a technical job, and it is basically impossible to expect Xie Xiaoxia to understand this.

Qin Hao thought for a while: "Xiaoxia, let me give you a suggestion. Instead of doing a live broadcast, you might as well make a short video. As for the content, don't carve those big things, just carve those smaller ones that are easier, such as cicadas. , Grasshopper and other gadgets, don’t do it in a wood carving shop. Record it at home at night, and you can practice your skills at the same time. You can talk to Xie Zhiyao again and see if you can ask him to help you find someone to edit. Or you can learn to do it yourself, and then open an online store or something, and leave the operation to him. Anyway, he has opened so many online stores, so he won’t be short of you. Just give him a certain amount of profit."

Xie Xiaoxia's eyes lit up and she patted her thigh: "Yes, Brother Hao, you are still smart. Why didn't I think of it? I'll go find my eldest brother right now."

"This boy" Qin Hao looked at Xie Xiaoxia's retreating back and smiled.

"I'm finally clean."

When he turned around, Mr. Ma had already opened his eyes and lowered his crossed legs. It looked like he was sitting numb and was shaking.

Qin Hao was happy: "Hey, Mr. Ma, I thought you had entered a state of forgetfulness about things and myself when you were meditating, and you couldn't hear what was said outside."

Mr. Ma straightened his back, suppressed the discomfort in his legs and stood up: "I am also a monk halfway, and I haven't reached that level yet, but this meditation is still very effective. I can calm down and leave all my worries behind. That feeling, why don’t you give it a try.”

Qin Hao sneered at Mr. Ma's Amway. This was not an era of spiritual recovery, so why did he still want to live forever by meditating?

"Master Ma, you still have troubles, why don't you tell me and I will help you solve them."

In an instant, the smile on Master Ma's face froze, and then he crossed his legs again, closed his eyes and continued to meditate.

Qin Hao ignored him and finished waxing the recliner. Then he went back to the house to find a piece of paper and wrote on it: Don't touch it when it's wet. He stuck it on with a branch and inserted the branch into the gap between the bricks.

After finishing the work, I went to the small kitchen to wash my hands. Seeing that it was time for dinner, I simply went to the market to buy some food and came back.

Mr. Ma, who was meditating, suddenly smelled a strong aroma of meat, and his stomach began to growl unsatisfactorily.

"What is this kid doing? Why is it so delicious? Stewed meat?"

Upstairs, Da Mai, who had just woken up, was also attracted by the scent and stuck his head out from the balcony to look down.

"Wow, it smells so good."

Attracted by the delicious food, Damai plucked up the courage to go downstairs. When he came to the middle of the small courtyard, he saw the recliner and subconsciously came up with an idea.

"This chair should be very comfortable to lie on, right?"

However, the next second I saw the note standing next to it.

"Did he write this calligraphy? It's such a cool calligraphy."

At this time, Qin Hao just came out of the pot. When he turned around and saw Damai staring directly at the recliner, he couldn't help but feel a little funny.

"I haven't done it yet. I have to sit down until tomorrow afternoon."

Damai was startled and suddenly felt the urge to run away.

"The great writer hasn't eaten yet? I happen to have done too much. Let's eat some together."

The temptation of delicious food caused Damai's brain to lose the authority to control her legs. Even though her social fear made her resist contact with strangers, her body was still honest and slowly approached the kitchen.

"Wow, braised pork, bacon and garlic sprouts, and spicy and sour potato shreds are all my favorites."

Damai felt that liquid was constantly being secreted in his mouth, so he closed his mouth tightly to prevent it from flowing out.

"Don't be stunned. This is a dish, not a work of art. You won't be satisfied just by looking at it."

Seeing Damai's cute look, Qin Hao couldn't help but feel a little funny and gave her a piece of braised pork.

Now Barley has completely surrendered. This braised pork is so tempting. Damn it! She wants to eat it!

"Hmm~~~ It's great. The texture of this fat and thin food is so delicious."

Qin Hao was happy: "If it tastes good, eat more. You always have day and night reversed, and your diet is irregular. You have to eat something nutritious to supplement it."

"Thanks."

"You can call me Lao Qin or Brother Hao."

"Thank you, Brother Hao."

The two of them were eating happily, but Mr. Ma was really greedy. He was embarrassed to ruin his image as a master, but seeing that the dishes on the plate were getting less and less, Mr. Ma couldn't bear it anymore and hurriedly He stood up, but his legs were still paralyzed, and he fell directly on the meditation table. He gritted his teeth in pain, but he got up immediately, for fear that Qin Hao and Damai would see his embarrassment.

"Ahem, are you eating?" Mr. Ma tentatively greeted.

Damai didn't understand what Master Ma meant at all, he nodded blankly, and then continued to immerse himself in eating.

Then, with a "Gulu" sound, Damai stopped what he was doing and looked at Qin Hao, who was eating. Excluding that it was definitely not him, there was only one person left. He turned to look at Mr. Ma.

Mr. Ma's face was full of embarrassment.

Seeing this, Qin Hao waved to Master Ma: "Master Ma hasn't eaten yet, let's come together."

"How good is that?"

"That's embarrassing."

Seeing that half of the food on the plate had been wiped out, Mr. Ma could no longer remain reserved and quickly served himself rice.

"Hmm~~~Xiao Qin, your cooking skills are amazing. If you open a restaurant, I will eat at your place every day."

Damai looked at Mr. Ma, who had always been detached from external objects, as if he was reincarnated by a starving ghost. She didn't react for a moment. When she came back to her senses, she found that the food was almost eaten by this starving ghost. Bah, he was snatched away by Mr. Ma. , and quickly started to join in the process of grabbing food.

"Hiccup~~~so full."

"Huh, comfortable, so comfortable."

Qin Hao couldn't help but joked: "Master Ma, I thought you had reached the state of eating grains, but in the end you still have to eat whole grains."

Mr. Ma:.

Seeing Mr. Ma's awkward yet polite smile, Damai and Qin Hao looked at each other and smiled.