"Two dollars, isn't it a bit cheap?"

Xu Wen saw it, and he also went for a spin, and he was lucky to transfer to a flower basket, which was also three-dimensional.

The old stall owner made two sugar rings, and when he lifted them lightly, the thin sugar liquid automatically fell and became a translucent sugar wall.

He moves with ease, as if he had done it a thousand times, and he would never make a mistake.

Xu Wen looked intently and asked suddenly.

After the old stall owner finished making the hem of the flower basket, he also made some decorations on the edge, which was jingling and hanging on the spot, which was exquisite and beautiful.

The child watched enviously from the side, and his mother didn't leave, and shouted angrily: "What's so beautiful, you are unlucky!"

When he heard this, the child flattened his mouth and began to cry again.

"Haha. The old stall owner smiled, made a small ornament, and handed it to the child, "Give it to you." ”

Although it is not a majestic dragon and a beautiful flower basket, it is also a surprise.

The child immediately stopped crying, held the small ornament, and walked away happily.

The old stall owner smiled and watched him leave happily, and continued to decorate the flower basket for Xu Wen, and then answered his question: "What is cheap or not, I don't have much cost to do this." The guy is this spoonful, a shovel, a slate, and the sugar is brown sugar, white sugar, and starch syrup. If you boil at home and eat by handicraft, you won't lose anything. ”

"Isn't craftsmanship valuable?" Xu asked him.

"Craftsmanship...... Isn't it just money for food?" the old stall owner made a basket of flowers, handed it to him, and looked up puzzled.

Xu Wen didn't speak, and he didn't know what to say.

Happiness in poverty, contentment and peace are undoubtedly a virtue.

But......

"Old man, you're doing a great job. Rong Xian saw that he was a little cold, so he hurriedly took the sugar painting and smiled and played a round, "I also turned the dragon before, and as a result, I drew a stick figure for me, I can't see the dragon shape, I'm angry!"

"That's right!" the old stall owner frowned when he heard this, "Now there are a lot of people, and it's not good to think about the craft after eating this meal, and people turn a dragon and turn a flower basket, so they don't say anything about painting it, and they paint it sparsely!

"It's just that it's expensive. It's ten dollars, ten dollars, five times yours for a painting that's so sloppy!" Rong Xian was angry with him.

"Yes, that's all a conscience, we don't have the same as him!" said the old stall owner angrily.

"Uh......" Rong Xian said.

His original intention was actually the same as Xu Wen, he wanted the old stall owner to increase the price and so on, but he didn't expect that the two sides had completely different ideas, and this time, he didn't know what to say.

"Isn't it a good thing to be cheap?" the three of them finally walked away, and Gao Xiaoshu asked a little confused, holding his dragon.

"As a consumer, of course. Xu asked, "But the old man has an idea, which is fundamentally wrong. ”

"What?"

"Only the cost of material resources consumed is the cost, manpower is not valuable, and craftsmanship is not valuable. ”

Gao Xiaoshu was a little confused, but he realized something, and did not speak.

"It's a good thing and a good thing to live in poverty, because this kind of person is a minority after all, and most people still want to live a little richer and more comfortable. The old man thinks it's very good, he can eat, he can be worthy of his conscience, but what about the people in the back? The people in the back find that they don't have to do so well to make money, will they still learn so seriously? If no one learns, can this craft be passed on?"

It is rare for Xu Wen to say such a long paragraph, this is indeed a question he has been thinking about, and he has been hiding his heart for a long time.

The cost of material resources is the cost, manpower is worthless, and brain power is even less valuable, which is the inherent thinking that has continued from ancient times to today, not only the old stall owner, but also many other people subconsciously feel so.

This is mainly because in ancient times, manpower was really worthless.

No matter what kind of project, it can always be completed without brains piling up people.

This led to the creation of many incredible and proud miracles in ancient times, but the discrimination against human resources has also continued since that time and is still deeply rooted today.

Of course, there is another reason, there are too many Chinese people, materials have always been limited, most people have to be scolded by their families when they drop a cup when they are young, and things are greater than people, which seems to be a matter of course.

But now, there is no doubt that this is an important reason for the loss of traditional skills.

Take sugar painting as an example, flat sugar painting can make more money than three-dimensional sugar painting - even if the income is as good, the learning cost and production cost of the latter are much greater than the former, why should the apprentice learn the latter, instead of going to the stall after learning the former?

However, aside from the traditional cultural heritage, sugar paintings are just street snacks for children's leisure and fun.

Even if it is a three-dimensional sugar painting, why is it too expensive?

After all, it's just a snack and can't be stored for a long time, so you have to eat it when the time comes, and it will melt if you don't eat it.

Therefore, no matter from which point of view, three-dimensional sugar painting seems to be bound to die. The fact is also that if it is not a place like the Pingzhen Fair, it seems that the existence of three-dimensional sugar paintings can no longer be seen.

Of course, some departments can also find ways to set up the project and intervene to preserve it by external forces.

But again, what is the need for the existence of lifeless things?

Sugar painting may have preserved many people's childhood memories and was particularly valuable, but silently, I don't know how many skills have died out......

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Rong Xian asked suddenly.

Xu Wen came back to his senses, and immediately heard a booming voice, he turned his head and laughed: "Haven't you seen it? This is playing cotton." ”

"Playing cotton?ah, I've heard that people play the piano badly, so you can say, you play the same as cotton." This is playing cotton, it's the first time I've seen it!" Rong Xian suddenly realized.

He leaned over to see the excitement, and Gao Xiaoshu also followed, with a curious expression, obviously it was the first time he had seen it.

This is the most traditional way to play cotton, which is to put the cotton that has been pressed very solidly on the cotton thread bandage and bounce it down with a slender cotton bow.

The fibers broke, the compact cotton was loosened, and the white cotton wool flew up.

The workers are skilled, and after playing, long hooks fly, distributing the cotton threads layer by layer, forming a cotton net on top of the cotton wool, and wrapping it up.

The final quilt is fluffy and soft, and it is easy to sleep on.

"Wow, I want to buy it!" Rong said greedily.

"Isn't your home a duvet, it's softer than this, right?" Xu Wen had lived in his house, and it was very clear.

"Isn't it different, this looks so comfortable!" Rong Xian said strongly.

"Then you buy it. Xu Wen thought about it, and it seemed that there was nothing to stop him.

"Hmm!"

Rong Xian asked the price in the past, cotton is calculated by catties, ten yuan a catty, and this quilt is eight catties, which is eighty yuan. In addition, the cotton and quilt are played, and the manual cost is twenty, a total of one hundred yuan.

Rong Xian was shocked again: "Cheap!"

This price is actually okay, the quilt is relatively cheap, and the new quilt is only a few dozen yuan, which cannot be compared with down and the like. This is considered to be stained with the light of tourist places, but it is still within a reasonable range.

However, the craft of playing cotton itself has almost disappeared, and children like Rong Xian and Gao Xiaoshu have never seen it, and they don't recognize it when they see it.

Rong Xian paid the money and continued on the road with the quilt on his shoulder.

It's a bit funny, Gao Xiaoshu looks at him from the side, and laughs.

Rong Xian didn't care, he was still very happy, looking around as he walked, and every time he saw a novel project, he had to lean over and take a second look.

And here, there are so many novelties, so they move very slowly.

At this time, Xu Wen still hadn't made up his mind.

What am I going to do?