Jiang Xiaoyu is enthusiastic and kind, she knows Quan Tao's situation and has always been sympathetic to Quan Tao, so seeing Quan Tao so nervous, she sent a cup of hot tea over and said: "Da Tao, you take a sip of tea, it's so cold this day, it freezes your tongue?"

When she joked like this, Quan Tao was more relaxed.

The bearded man took a sip of tea and said: "It's that my daughter's disease is difficult to treat, and then I often go to the big hospital, and then I met an old man, the old man is very good, but his life is not good, and then I want to help him, anyway, I got help from the village so I can survive, I want to help others as much as possible." But this old man is short of money, and I don't have much money, so I want to see if I can find him a job in the village, so that he can earn some money, he has to support his grandson, and his grandson also has problems, he has autism, even if it is difficult to treat, alas, do you understand what I mean, village chief?"

Ao Muyang understood what Quan Tao meant, and in the process of seeking medical treatment for his daughter, he met an old man with a child, the old man's child suffered from autism, and now he is in a bad situation and needs to live.

So, Quan Tao wanted to help him, so he came to ask the village if they could provide him with a job.

Ao Muyang thinks that this kind of thing can be helped, after all, people don't come to ask for money, but to find a job.

He asked, "How old is the old gentleman?"

Quan Tao said: "Seventy years old, right?"

In this way, Ao Muyang was a little embarrassed, what kind of work could he do at the age of seventy? He thought he was in his sixties.

Quan Tao has been living at the bottom of the society, and his ability to observe words and emotions is very good, as soon as Ao Muyang's mood changed, he immediately noticed it, so he quickly stood up and said: "Village chief, the old man is outside, why don't you meet him? ”

Ao Muyang nodded and said, "You bring him in." ”

Quan Tao hurriedly went out, and soon a hunchbacked old man with snow-white dry hair and a wrinkled face led a teenager trembling in.

Seeing Ao Muyang sitting behind the desk, the old man bowed very formally: "Hello, leader." ”

Ao Muyang went over to help him up and said, "Sit and sit, you don't need to be like this." ”

Quan Tao said to the side: "This is the village chief, he is very upright and good, and he is definitely a pillar of the country. ”

The old man seemed to be a person who had seen the world, and he was much calmer than Quan Tao, he said: "Hello village chief, I am Liang Fulai, this is my grandson Liang Xiaohu, I am sixty-eight years old this year, Xiaohu is twelve years old, alas. ”

"This child is fine everywhere, but he has autism, after determining the condition, his mother left home, and in the past few years, his father, that is, my son, took him, but God did not give the poor a way to live, and his father was also sick and had cancer in his stomach. Alas, there was no way out, his father committed suicide, and I had to take this child with me, alas. ”

Speaking of this, the old man couldn't help wiping his tears, while the child sat quietly next to him, staring at the "Party History" on the desk, motionless.

Ao Muyang also felt uncomfortable, this is really a sad family.

The old man took a breath and said: "Autism is not easy to treat, but it can be treated, but it costs a lot of money, old man, I have reached this age, I really can't do it, so I asked Brother Quantao to help lead the way, and I want to ask for a way to live in your village." ”

Ao Muyang said: "I'll find a way to arrange it." ”

He can't help this kind of thing, and he is even more evil when he treats villains, but he is not ruthless when he treats such poor and low-level people.

The old man Liang Fu said: "Village chief, you don't have to be embarrassed, I'm old and can't do heavy work, but I have a craft, I can carve." I came to your village to be able to set up a stall to sell shell carvings, my craft is okay, there are many tourists in your village, I know that you are the place with the most tourists in the Red Ocean, so if you can let me set up a stall, I think I can still feed me and this baby. ”

Hearing this, Ao Muyang was a little surprised, he thought that the old man, like Quan Tao, simply came to find work: "Do you know how to carve?"

To put it simply, shell carving is to make sculpture in shells, professionally speaking, it is to choose colored shells, skillfully use their natural color and texture, shape, after cutting, grinding, polishing, stacking, pasting and other processes, carefully carved into flat, semi-relief, inlay, three-dimensional and other forms and specifications of handicrafts.

This handicraft was once very popular in history, because it brings together the beauty of the sea and traditional culture, and integrates the natural beauty of shells, the technical beauty of sculpture and the style of Chinese painting.

Liang Fulai opened the rag bag he was carrying, and carefully took out a white shell the size of an adult's palm.

He showed the white shell to Ao Muyang, this is a shell carving, inside is a golden dragon, this dragon claws step on auspicious clouds, eyes show majesty, the scales are fine, the body is smooth, although it is attached to the shell, but carved by hollow technology, full of three-dimensionality, when the old man shakes the shell, with the light flashing, it seems to come to life, faintly surging in the shell, as if to fly out.

Looking at this shell carving, Ao Muyang was shocked and said: "The old man is a good craft, you are a master!"

Liang Fulai smiled bitterly: "What a master, it is a folk craft." ”

"The master is in the people, and the masters are in the people. Ao Wenchang, who was watching from the side, was amazed again and again.

Ao Muyang recognized this sentence, and he asked: "Old man, your skills are not ordinary, and you are afraid that you will not be able to make money with this craft?"

Liang Fulai said with a sad face: "Village Chief, how much do you think my five-clawed golden dragon can sell?"

Ao Muyang said: "At least a thousand starts, right?"

Liang Fuzi laughed at himself and said: "As far as you know, if I set up a stall on the street, who would spend a thousand yuan to buy such a thing? There are shell carvings on the Hongyang Seaside, and they can't even use a hundred yuan, just bargain for dozens of yuan, and the cost price is only a few yuan, and the machine can carve a lot of them a day." In addition, I have heard that this thing is cheaper on the Internet, more than a dozen yuan a piece. ”

"But you're hand-carved, and it's much more valuable than a machine. Ao Muyang said.

"Yes, I have confidence in my craft, but why should the people on the street spend so much money on my goods? The old man said dejectedly, "And I can't fight a price war with others, I can't afford it, I spent four days carving this shell, and if the things carved out in four days are only sold for dozens of dollars and a hundred yuan, how can I feed the child and give the child medical treatment?"

"There is no market on the streets, but I wonder if I can do it in your fishing village, because I read the newspaper that you have money and accept the goods for tourists here, so I will try it." ”