In the early morning of the next day, He Changzai asked Wang Fugui to call on the villagers to come and build houses, and they were all afraid of the yellow skin in the mountains.

One by one, they nested at home, afraid to come out.

In desperation, he had no choice but to take an axe, put some hemp rope on his shoulder, and went up the mountain alone.

In the early morning, there was a layer of white fog on the mountain, which looked hazy.

Faintly, He Changzai heard the sound of a conversation in the mountains not far away.

"It's a pity, this lightning strikes the hundred-year-old elm root, it is scorched and black, there are few places that can be used, and it can't be made!"

"Grandpa, this Nanshan is so big, and there are a lot of good woods, why do you feel sorry for this piece of lightning strike wood that has been scrapped...... Why don't we go somewhere else!"

"Okay!"

He Chang followed the sound, and when he walked to the source of the sound, he found that an old man with a rickety figure and gray hair, and the back of a young girl, had gone away.

When I looked down, I saw that there was a lightning strike on the ground, and it was charred black, and only a little bit of the root of an elm tree was intact.

He muttered to himself:

"Those two people just now, are you talking about carving...... Now the days are still long, and the factory can't be built overnight, so it's better to be idle and play with the root carving!"

In a moment's interest, He Chang lit a cigarette, stared at the old elm, squinted his eyes, and thought about it.

He understands that a work of art, if the idea is not high, it has no soul.

The wisdom of ordinary Chinese people lies in the fact that if they are poor, they will be good to themselves, and if they are good, they will help the world, which is the idea of moderation.

With the development of society, people's hearts are impetuous, and most people lose themselves in the pursuit of material life and live very tired.

He Changzai thinks that he lives in the mountains, although he does not have the elegant feelings of the ancient literati, but he can also find a pure and free life without the oppression of his boss and the burden of fame and fortune.

With the idea in mind, he picked up the axe and began to carve it out on the old elm root of the lightning strike.

With its dazzling, dizzying movements, sawdust flying, and the appearance of a wood carving work is slowly presented.

There was a moon hanging in the sky, and a young man with a hoe and a happy expression on his face was walking out of the mountains.

"Plant beans under the south mountain, the grass is full of beans and seedlings, the morningside is desolate, and the moon and lotus hoe return!"

He Chang glanced at his root carving works, chanted Tao Qian's poems, and felt quite self-satisfied, pacing towards the deep mountains.

......

The old man and the girl searched all over the mountains and dug a good cypress.

Because the old man couldn't let go of the lightning striking the old elm root, he went around and around, and walked back with his granddaughter.

The root carving process pays attention to three points of artificial, seven points of nature, he wants to think about it, try to make the best use of things, do not waste this piece is very rare, good materials.

When the two of them walked before the lightning struck the old elm root, their eyes widened and they were stunned.

The old man had an expression of disbelief, and his lips trembled:

"This work is exquisitely carved, it can be said that it is natural, and the characters are uninhibited, giving people a sense of ease and happiness...... To be able to carve a piece of material that is almost a waste of wood so perfectly, it is ashamed of the decay!"

The girl knows that her grandfather is a well-known and handful root carving master in China.

Any work can be sold for hundreds of thousands, millions, and countless celebrities and powerful people are eager for his works.

And he is arrogant in temperament, and the requirements for root carving works can be said to be extremely harsh.

She has grown so big, she has never heard her grandfather praise anyone on the root carving, and she can't help but say:

"Grandpa, I look at this thing, it should also be carved by a root carving master, this root carving work is skilled, without fifty or sixty years of skill, I'm afraid I can't carve this kind of perfect work!"

The old man stretched out his hand and stroked his gray beard, and said with a deep gaze:

"I don't think so, don't you see that on this carving, it's a young man...... I have a faint feeling that this work, nine times out of ten, was carved by a hermit in the mountains!"

The girl said with a look of surprise: "Grandpa, are you talking about the kind of hermit who is fluttering in white clothes, has long hair, plays the piano under the pine all day long, dances the sword under the moon, and tastes wine and makes tea!"

The old man showed a hint of concern on his face, and said in a deep voice: "This kind of person is generally withdrawn and difficult to get along with...... I'm afraid that even if we find someone, we'll be turned away!"

The girl looked open-minded, pursed her lips, and said: "It's okay, Liu Bei still looks at the thatched house, and King Wen of Zhou also pulls the car for Jiang Shang, if you meet a real master, grandpa, you just lose a little face, it's nothing!"

"Chan'er, I didn't expect you to be younger, but you are more open than me...... You see, there's a wooden house in the mountains over there, let's go and have a look!"

The old man smiled loudly, raised his eyes to look around, saw the wooden house where Han Shuang lived, and paced towards it.

Panasonic asked the boy, and the teacher went to collect medicine. Only in this mountain, the clouds are deep and do not know where...... It seems that this hermit in the mountains is not as mysterious as the book says?"

The girl muttered, her steps brisk, jumping and jumping, keeping up with the old man's pace.

After a while, the two walked to the side of the wooden house, and when they saw such an exquisite wooden house in front of them, they were all shocked, and they stood in place, stunned.

The girl's eyes were sharp, and when she saw the dragon carved on the eaves beam, she couldn't help but speak:

"The dragon on this beam doesn't have eyes, it's too exquisite!"

The old man also exclaimed: "Look at the carving, the wood carving and the dragon on the wooden house in front of you should be from the hand of a person...... This person's carving is exquisite, and the past and the present are shining!"

After Han Shuang heard the movement, she walked out of the wooden house, frowned slightly, looked at the two of them, her expression showed a trace of displeasure, and said, "What are you doing here!"

Dressed in red, his face was as cold as ice, and he was carrying two short knives behind his back, properly dressed as a worldly master.

The old man looked at Han Shuang, looked humble, and asked tentatively: "Woman, this wooden house and the root carving on the mountain are all from your hands!"

As soon as Han Shuang thought of He Changzai, who put his hand into her arms, she felt angry, and said hatefully:

"Wood carving, I don't know, but this wooden house was built by a scumbag, and I can't do this meticulous work!"

Scumbag, is it the kind of free and easy person who has been in the middle of thousands of flowers and does not touch the leaves!

The girl imagined a personable and beautiful man in her heart, and her face was filled with a look of expectation.

The old man's face was playful, thinking that the owner behind this root carving work was probably still a wanderer, a person with a story, and said:

"I don't know if you can help introduce the owner of this wooden house!"

"He sometimes spends time in the farmhouse at the foot of Nanshan, you can look for it there!"

Han Shuang said a word, turned around and went back to the house.

The old man and the girl looked at each other and paced down the mountain.