After more than an hour, Liu Qinghua came back with an old man wearing a navy blue hanging bag and sleeves. The old man sat on a stool and smoked a cigarette, "This handband work has not been opened for many years, Liu Wazi still remembers." ”

Liu Qinghua smiled, "Back then, when there was no broken bowl and broken cylinder, you were so good at this old hand, the bowls and jars with good hoops were all dripping, how could you not remember." ”

Zhong Yue stood aside and asked, "What is this master's surname?"

"Craftsman, it doesn't matter what your last name is. Now that people are rich, broken bowls are thrown away, and there are fewer people who use tanks, and the craftsmanship is lost. If I don't live this year, I'll take the mountain away, old man. ”

Zhong Yue pointed to the stone tablet wrapped in a blanket and said, "Broken monument." ”

The face of the smoking master changed, "The monument is not hoop." ”

Liu Qinghua hurriedly grabbed the old master who got up and wanted to leave, and said, "Bai Gong, don't, be accommodating." ”

"What kind of accommodation! This is the rule, people die and erect a monument, and the iron hoop is nailed on this monument, which is disrespectful to the deceased, and I don't do anything that damages yin morality. ”

"Master Bai stays, this is not a tombstone, you can decide whether to wear it or not after you have seen it. ”

The old man turned his head and said, "It's strange, is there a stone tablet that is not an epitaph now?"

He walked over and lifted the blanket, "The bag is so tight. As he spoke, he pulled the foam out.

"It's a monument to remember. That's fine. The old man glanced at the words on his head.

Liu Qinghua breathed a sigh of relief.

"Turn it over and I'll take a look. ”

Liu Qinghua stepped forward and put up the stele.

"Well, there's no word on the back, but it doesn't matter, what about the other half?"

Zhong Yue pointed to the wellhead, "It's down there." ”

Master Bai was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It's still a hard job, and I don't have three hundred yuan to do." ”

"Three hundred, Bai Ah Gong, you used to make a jar for only twenty or three hundred yuan...... Liu Qinghua felt that this old man was really a lion, "Fifty, fifty, can you do it?"

The old man stepped on the cigarette butt, "Three hundred yuan is for your own good." I'm a lot old, and if I get injured in the well, I'll pay you to death! 300 kai, old man, I don't want you to pay a child even if I fall to my death. ”

“……”

Is this old man here to make porcelain or to touch porcelain?

"Hurry up, hoop or not, give a happy word!"

Zhong Yue took out three hundred yuan and gave it directly to the old man Bai, "Be stronger." ”

"Gotcha. The three big bills were put into his pocket, and the old man's face was much better, "It's still the style of the owner." In this way, I will first go down to the well to find a place to stay, and then I will be ready to hang the stone tablet down. ”

Several people took a bundle of ropes, tied them tightly to the old man, and slowly hoisted them into the well, and several young men pulled the ropes, "Why is this old man so heavy?"

Liu Qinghua stood beside Zhong Yue and said, "Ah Yue, you have been deceived by this old man. His body is stiff, when I passed, he was still holding a chicken to gnaw, early in the morning, he was the one who ate chicken, when he was young, a person took over the work in a hoop tank, a two-meter diameter tank, said to carry it up, much stronger than our group of young people. ”

Zhong Yue smiled, "It's okay, three hundred is three hundred." Now this is called the spirit of craftsmanship, and there are not many of them. ”

"Hehe, you're so generous. ”

"Ahh

"Look, this breathless voice, does this look like a sixty-year-old man?"

Zhong Yue helped to strangle the stele and wrapped it several times to prevent the stele from getting off the rope and smashing the old man Bai underneath.

"You're always on the lookout!"

"You can't kill it!"

The stele was slowly lowered, followed by a clanging sound, and after twenty minutes or so, I heard the old man under him shouting, "Qi Huo! ”

A few young men took a lot of effort and slowly brought the master up.

"I can't see it, master, it's very heavy. ”

Loosening the rope on his body, the old man said with a smile: "You young men now, it's really useless, when I was young, I carried a hundred or ten pounds of bluestone bricks to walk the mountain road without panting, look at you one by one, suffocating your face like pig liver, practice hard." ”

Zhong Yue tied the rope around his waist and said, "I'll go down and have a look." ”

"Yes, then I'll wait on it, don't worry about my craftsmanship, this stele hoop is good, and it won't be driven for decades. ”

Zhong Yue put on a hard hat, he was the one who was smashed on the head last time, and this time he was more careful.

Originally, the wall of the well was very slippery, but after drying up for more than a month, the moss fell off, revealing its original stone color.

The rope slowly descended, Zhong Yue stepped on the turtle's back, carefully moved his body, and shone a flashlight.

There are two iron drills exposed on the back of the stele, one on each side, there is no trace of iron nails on the side with words, Zhong Yue reached out and touched it, it was really strange, the bottom half of the piece, obviously there were words before, why did it disappear after the stele was broken. Zhong Yue thought about this question for a long time.

The light of the flashlight shone above, and the sound of the system rang out for the first time in a long time.

Accompanied by magnificent background music, at this moment, Zhong Yue had a sense of time and space confusion. Do you still have your own BGM (background music)?

"[Lost and Recovered] The story is completed, and the system rewards ???"

Is this still a plot?

Zhong Yue looked at the restored stele with some daze, but when he stared at it again, even the top half of the stele had disappeared. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Zhong Yue couldn't believe that such a word on it would have disappeared!

Suddenly, there was a sound from the well.

"Zhong Yue, are you alright?"

Zhong Yue looked down and saw that the well that was originally dry was actually oozing water from underneath! This is too mysterious, right?

"Pull me up. ”

He turned off the flashlight, and was shocked in his heart, this Nima, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really couldn't believe it!

"How's it going, old man?"

"Ah Yue, what's wrong?

Zhong Yue came back to his senses, "Oh, it's okay. Very good, thank you Master Bai. ”

Old man Bai smiled, "You're welcome, okay, Liu Wazi, send me back." ”

Liu Qinghua said with some unhappiness: "You have made money, so let's go back by yourself." I still have a lot of work on my hands. ”

"Hey, you ......"

Zhong Yue stopped Master Bai, who wanted to beat someone, "It just so happens that I'm going to the county, Brother Guang will send you back." ”

As soon as he heard that Zhong Yue would send him back, Old Man Bai was also angry, "Liu Wazi, there is really you, I said that I will be picked up by special car, and I will see that the old man has made money, and I regret it, what kind of person." ”

"Go, go, go! It's a hoop porcelain, and I really think I'm a powerful person. Now that no one has repaired the bowl and no one has used the water tank, your craft has come to an end. ”

The old man Bai, who was still giggling, suddenly lost his lust on his face, as if he had drained his strength, "Let's go, I'll go back." ”