Chapter 19: Turning Decay into Magic

Aesthetics, in the words of later generations, is to know, understand, perceive and judge the existence of the world subjectively and objectively, based on emotional examination and evaluation.

Since it is mixed with emotional colors, then he must not be old-fashioned and irrebellious.

It is true that Datang's aesthetics must be very different from his field-style farmhouse.

The mainstream aesthetics of this era are, of course, carved beams and painted buildings, eaves and steep arches, gorgeous high-gate courtyards, pavilions and pavilions.

However, Wu Ning feels that this is not necessarily immutable, the so-called aesthetics should have a little objective component, a little bit of feelings, in addition, it also needs a little bit of unconventionality, high and low.

Moreover, his field style can barely be regarded as "innovative" in later generations, but in Datang, if it is really calculated, it is not even "new", because Datang has just come from an era when the field is the mainstream.

What was the trend during the Wei and Jin dynasties? What is the aesthetic?

It was the era of crazy warriors, and it was the era when celebrities in the world did not live in seclusion in the mountains and forests to play in the fields, and they were embarrassed to say that they were famous people in the world.

In the Tang Dynasty, the legacy of the Wei and Jin dynasties has not receded.

Whether it is from the poetry of the literati or the prevailing style of rangers, this is all reflected.

And those upper-class societies who are accustomed to seeing the glitz and wine and are drunk with money, maybe they lack such a little freshness and refinement?

After all, there is a market for this thing, both ancient and modern.

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Now that he has made up his mind, he only needs to think about how to spend the only money he has left.

So Wu Ning began to run around in the village, outside the village, in the south of the city, and in the north of the city.

Let's get started, pick up the rags!

What is the seventh brother's house has a rotten wooden stake for the fire, and the fifth uncle's house has a cracked broken cylinder...... And so on, all of them are looted, and they are all gone.

Even a pig food trough in the courtyard of the old ancestor, one large and one small, Wu Ning did not let go.

Bring it back, fill the pig food trough with soil, plant a wild flower and place it under the window.

The stone mortar is easier to do, the big one is filled with water, throw a few water lily seeds, put two small fish fry, wait for a few months, the water lily blooms, there are fish swimming in between, and it is a good scene.

At first, everyone thought that Wu Ning was just tossing around, poor and crazy, making a bunch of rags and putting them at home.

But gradually, everyone found out that it didn't seem to be like that?

This kid seems to be able to play tricks, and the tatters that were originally thrown away in the place that no one wanted, immediately changed in his hands, and it was quite like that.

For example, the bed made by Wu Ning really shocked the sixth uncle.

He dragged a dead tree directly up the hill, tied four stakes with bark, attached them to the bedboard, and made something he called the "head of the bed."

To be honest, Uncle Liu's has never seen such an ugly bed, and it is simply ugly that cannot be expressed.

But it's such an ugly thing, Wu Ning is quite satisfied, and urges him to brush the tung oil.

"I said Kuro!" The six uncles were speechless.

"We're a little tight, but we can't deal with it like this, right?"

"Otherwise, Uncle Liu's house still has some wood, I'll give you one when I have time, it's better than this."

This kid is so pitiful that the six uncles can't stand it anymore.

"Don't!" Wu Ning didn't do it, "Isn't this good?" Uncle Liu, just grind it for me and paint it. ”

"Alas!" The sixth uncle couldn't twist him, so he had to do it.

But this lacquer, the sixth uncle was shocked, how could it.... Has it changed?

It was still the broken bed made of wooden stakes with skin, and the tung paint was brushed up, only to see the dilapidated wood under the shiny tung oil, and the bark shone with a luster that did not belong to it, with a clearer and clearer wood grain......

Let the big and rough like Uncle Liubo look at how comfortable and good-looking.

"This ...... That's okay, not bad! ”

"Hey, hey." Wu Ning was proudly happy.

What is the essence of the field retro? The essence is not that the older the better, the simpler the better!

The essence is that it looks like it's old, it's simple.

"It looks as if" is the point.

The contrast between the broken wood and the new lacquer of tung oil, the simple and cheap furnishings with the careful placement and arrangement, the simplicity is the owner's intentions, a kind of spiritual refinement.

What is forced?

Wearing gold and silver, it is a large local model, and an ordinary suit does not even have a trademark, in fact, it may not be a private custom of a master, which is the forced style of the aristocracy.

Wu Ning's arrangement doesn't look like it's in tatters, but at a glance, you can feel that you have put your heart everywhere, and there are the owner's efforts and even thoughts in it, which is the selling point.

"That's it!"

Wu Ning looked at the "broken bed" that was already a finished product, and even more determined that his inn could make money.

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Two months have passed in the blink of an eye, and the Wu family has changed a lot.

The old vines and summer flowers in the courtyard and the fish swimming in the corridor can no longer be regarded as a farm yard, but more like a garden landscape.

Needless to say, there are all the things in the house, and the style is unified with the bed, which looks warm and chic.

On this day, Wu Ning got up early to borrow an ox cart from Guan Zujun's house, and went to the city with Wu Li and Wu Qi.

When he came back, he pulled a big tree root with a thickness of seven feet (Tang ruler) on the cart, which tired the old cow enough.

When I got home, I called the sixth uncle, the fifth uncle, and the seventh brother who was digging a vegetable cellar in the backyard, and it was not easy for a dozen people to move to the yard.

With the help of breathlessness, Liubo circled around the roots of the tree three times.

"Good stuff! Where did it come from? ”

"Hey, hey." Wu Ning is happy, and at first glance, he has taken a big advantage.

"Didn't the city build an annex for people from Kyoto? Truncated from the girder. ”

Rubbed the section vigorously with his sleeve, "Look, golden silk nanmu, the roots are full of tumors, serious ghost face lines!" ”

"Not bad, not bad!" Liubo Dale also rubbed his sleeves for a long time.

"If this is ground out and painted, it happens to be a round case, which can be placed in the yard."

"Tut-tut." Wu Ning smashed his mouth.

The one-and-a-half-meter-thick golden silk nanmu tea table, or the best grimace pattern, if this is placed in the next generation, how much is it worth?

It's a pity that now, it is only worthy of being placed in the courtyard and used as a round table.

"Leave it to me!"

At this time, the sixth uncle was full of expectations, and he had worked for Wu Ning's family for more than two months, and the sixth uncle was already familiar with Wu Ning's set, and he was a little addicted.

Because I used to do those carpentry jobs, it was all the craftsmanship handed down from my ancestors, which was good or good, but it was the same, and to put it bluntly, it was constantly repeated.

But in the past two months, why do the six uncles still have a little bit of a sense of creation?

The only pity is that Wu Ning's side will be completed soon, and this root should be the last one, and I am afraid that no one will make these things for Wu Ning in the future.

His craft of turning decay into magic is useless.

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