"Big mess?" Lu Zi'an didn't care much, picked up a pair of chopsticks and blew slowly: "What kind of mess." ”

It's just a traditional skill, what kind of mess can happen?

His dad acted like the real thing.

"Actually, the original cork paintings were very famous. Lu Jianwei also sat down opposite him and muttered: "The seventies and eighties of the last century were the golden age in the century-old development history of cork painting.

At that time, the main orders came from abroad, so that cork painting once became the pillar industry of Fuzhou's foreign trade exports, and tens of thousands of people joined this industry, many of them even farmers in the slack time.

At that time, in Xiyuan Village, the birthplace of cork painting, any child who could hold chopsticks could help adults paste leaves. ”

Tens of thousands of people at that time!

What a concept!

Everyone's participation!?

That's interesting, if only wood carving had one day.

Walking on the streets of Changyan City, many people carved the things they took out casually.

- How interesting is that!

Lu Zi'an forgot to eat the noodles, and said with interest: "Children can also do it? Isn't that quite common and not difficult?"

"It's very difficult. Lu Jianwei sighed: "The process is complicated, and if you have no training, you can only do some fur work, and you still have to be a professional." ”

"What kind of mess is that?" Shen Mange couldn't wait, blinked his eyes and said, "Uncle Lu, say it quickly." ”

"Yes, Dad, you go ahead. ”

Again, this is more important.

Lu Jianwei sighed: "The quality control is not up to par, because a large number of laymen have entered the cork painting industry, and they are not regulated, and many defective products with cut corners and poor workmanship have also been mixed into the foreign trade export team, which has brought a devastating blow to the entire industry. ”

Killing chickens and taking eggs is probably what it says.

Because of that turmoil, cork painting suffered a catastrophe.

Those who will either change careers or have passed away, and there are no young disciples to pass on......

After all, the cost is so high, even if it is done, it can't be sold, who wants to learn again?

Shen Mange wrinkled his nose and couldn't help but complain: "It's really a mouse's eye, a good hand, and it is played poorly." ”

Who's to say it isn't?

It is obviously the most rapidly rising and famous skill, but in the end, it is also the fastest to lose and disappear the most completely.

Those people ran away after making a profit, only killing those old craftsmen who worked seriously.

Sandwiched a pair of chopsticks and noodles, Lu Zi'an frowned and said: "Since this cork painting has been so beautiful, it shows that it still has a future for development, why is there no one to support it later?"

"Because I can't help myself. ”

Lu Jianwei shook his head and said: "First of all, its materials are very expensive, and a work takes an extremely long time, so the work is naturally not cheap. The second is that even the locals rarely know about cork paintings, and the first reaction of Fuzhou people who know cork paintings is: When I was a child, I had a lot of family, why is it so expensive now?"

It seems like......

Got into a dead end.

I don't know if it's worth the price, and I don't know if it's not worth the price.

And those who have experienced that catastrophe will subconsciously avoid such a bottomless pit.

As a result, cork painting became even more unpopular, and finally reached the current situation.

Lu Zi'an sighed: "Hurry up and eat, the noodles are going to be cold, hey, why hasn't Ying Xuan come down yet? ”

"Your mother is telling him, let's eat first, and go up and have a look after eating." Lu's father no longer mentions cork paintings.

Before he finished speaking, Mama Lu had already come down, followed by Ying Xuan, whose eyes were a little red.

Lu Zi'an frowned: "What's wrong?"

Ying Xuan walked up to him, his hands behind his back, like a little rabbit, and said pitifully: "Master......"

"Oops, it's just a pen holder. Lu's mother grabbed the pen holder in his hand and put it on the table: "You just teach him what to do, he drilled a hole out!"

“......”

Lu Zi'an taught him Jin Ling bamboo carving, which belongs to the relief carving category, and pays attention to the shallow use of knives and far-reaching artistic conception.

And the pen holder carved out by Ying Xuan, with a bright hole on it, squatted innocently on the table like a child looking timidly.

Still one-eyed.

Shen Mange looked at Lu Zi'an's bamboo carved pen holder, tilted his head and looked at it: "Yo, this is still a double eyelid." ”

Lu Zi'an glanced at her, with a warning: Don't make trouble.

Shen Mange, who received the signal, retracted his neck and ate noodles honestly.

There's no way, sister can't save you, Xiao Xuanxuan.

Reaching out to pick up the pen holder, Lu Zi'an frowned slightly.

The bamboo forest carved in this tube before is still a little interesting, thinking that after so long, not to mention that it is all done, it should be done more than before, right?

The result?

The rest of the place did not move at all, and the carved bamboo forest turned into a big hole!

This Ying Xuan, it can't be a groundwhine, right?

Lu Zi'an looked at the tube again and again with a calm face: "How?"

"That's it...... Carved with a knife......"

Nonsense!

Lu Zi'an glanced at him: "Brought a knife?"

"Brought it. Ying Xuan stretched out his right hand, very good, and brought three knives.

"Sit, dig me another hole in front of me. Lu Zi'an nodded his chin at the chair next to him.

Dig another hole?

Ying Xuan stretched his neck, thinking that he had a problem with his ears.

He honestly sat down on the chair next to him, but he didn't squint, and Lu Zi'an asked him to do it.

The first is to outline the bamboo leaves, then the bamboo poles, which are slowly rendered into a bamboo forest......

There's nothing wrong with it!

Look at this skillful technique, I have not practiced it at a glance.

Lu Zi'an picked up a pair of chopsticks and noodles with satisfaction, and then saw Ying Xuan poke a knife into it.

It was so frightened that his face fell.

"Are your hands okay?" Lu Zi'an looked at him nervously.

"It's okay......" Ying Xuan snorted with a bitter face, and didn't dare to raise his head: "I don't know why, it's just that there are such spots in this bamboo, I just want to pick a little deeper......"

Speck?

Lu Zi'an took it with some doubts, and sure enough, the bamboo tube that had been cut off the surface showed deep and shallow marks inside.

There are large and small, dark and light colors, and they look extremely terrifying.

"So you're just digging all the time?" Lu Zi'an wrinkled his eyebrows and said in disbelief: "And then you broke through?"

“…… Well. ”

It's a sad story.

Lu Zi'an took the carving knife and gently scraped it a few times, and sure enough, the spots inside were revealed.

"Let's eat first. Lu's mother pushed the noodles over: "Don't be in a hurry at this time." ”

Lu Zi'an snorted and said to Ying Xuan: "You will go to my study later." ”

It feels exactly like a teacher telling a student who made a mistake to go to his office.

As a result, as soon as she finished breakfast, Wu Xueqin came.

And with her, of course, was her old father.

So eager?

Didn't you say that a good morning would work?

Lu Zi'an invited them to sit down, and without saying a few words, Mr. Wu couldn't wait to say, "Master Lu, I want to ask if you can cork painting?"

This one......

Lu Zi'an shook his head: "I'm sorry, I won't." ”