Binjiang Avenue is 1.8 kilometers long, although it is not the peak tourist season, there are still many tourists holding their mobile phones to take pictures of the beautiful scenery on both sides of the river, and there are many inheritors of intangible culture such as straw weaving, bamboo carving, puppet show and so on along the street.

"Xiao Xu, I haven't seen you for a few days, what are you doing these days?"

When he came to the location where he often set up a stall, Xu Mo parked his bicycle, and next to him, an old man with long hair tied up, wearing a light blue Han robe, dressed like an ancient, greeted him warmly.

The old man is a painter, surnamed Du Mingbai, proficient in a variety of woodblock New Year paintings such as Yangliu Qing woodblock New Year paintings, Taohuawu woodblock New Year paintings, as well as ink paintings, landscape paintings, etc., foreign oil paintings are also slightly encroached, Du Lao has quite high attainments in painting.

Don't get me wrong, Du Lao is not like Xu Mo who makes a living by selling his craft, he is the former director of the Donghai Art Museum, it can be said that many famous art masters are protégés from Du Lao's knees, and people set up stalls just to spread intangible culture, and by the way to pass the retirement life in their later years.

"Hello Du Lao. Xu Mo hurriedly greeted the old man, and continued: "I have a high fever in the past few days, and I am recuperating at home. ”

It's not that Xu Mo wants to lie, but someone must believe the truth!

He couldn't tell Du Lao that I picked up a woman in the mountains, and was besieged by a group of cultivators, and then I pretended to scare the other party away.

It's no wonder that people don't think I'm crazy!

"It turned out that you were sick, and the old man thought that you had changed careers, and today's young people are too much to pursue and material enjoyment, and there are not many young people like you who are not greedy for money and are willing to silently contribute to traditional arts. ”

Du Lao stroked his beard, looking at Xu Mo's eyes, full of unconcealed appreciation, Xu Mo is very hardworking, and the dough he sells is also cheap, who believes that he is making money?

Xiao Xu is a craftsman who truly has ingenuity!

"Mr. Du, you have won the prize. ”

Xu Mo scratched his head in embarrassment, he didn't expect that in Du Lao's mind, I was a person who regarded money as dung and was not stained by mud, but the actual situation was that I couldn't even eat enough to sell noodles, and if I hadn't found out that I had the ability to create, I wouldn't want to do it.

Don't tell Du the truth, so as not to hit his old man.

As for the convenience of the price, in fact, it is not that Xu Mo wants to sell it cheaply, but that the price of the dough sculpture is expensive, and a fool will buy it!

After chatting for a while, the business gradually increased.

Du Lao seriously painted portraits of tourists, his purpose was to spread Chinese culture, so the fee was naturally not expensive, just a symbolic cost fee, and in the end, he would donate any of the money he earned to charity to help some children in poor areas in need.

Du Lao's benevolence and benevolence made Xu Mo admire, this is the real craftsman, the real old artist, those vain celebrity rich businessmen are not even a fart compared to Du Lao.

No, comparing them with Du Lao is simply a blasphemy against Du Lao!

Having said that, admiration is admiration, Xu Mo will not learn from Du Lao, people have retirement salaries, and children to support, and he has a clean sleeve, but he has no capital to squander willfully.

Even if there is a plug-in, you have to have just the right meal!

"Mom, this person looks so good, I want to buy a Monkey King!"

A four or five-year-old boy stopped in front of Xu Mo's stall, his eyes lit up and pointed to the Monkey King noodle man on the shelf.

"Buy you Monkey King, will you be obedient?"

The woman did not directly refuse her son's request, and asked rhetorically with a smile on her face.

"Obedient!

The little boy readily agreed.

Today's children are all ghosts, and they think more carefully than adults, and the little boy thinks that regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, he coaxes his mother to buy Sun Wukong first, and whether he listens to it or not is a matter of later.

"That's good, then we won't buy it. ”

“？？？”

As soon as these words came out, the smile on the little boy's face instantly froze, and the whole person stayed in place.

How is the plot different from what he thought!

The woman's eyes are cunning, knowing her son Mo Ruo's mother, how can she not see her son's careful thoughts, the old lady eats more rice than you, and you want to play tricks with me, you are still a little tender.

"Ah~~!I don't care, I want Monkey King, woo woo woo ......"

One crying, two troubles and three hangings are not only the patent of women, but also apply to children, who lie directly on the ground and roll around.

"Okay, okay, buy it for you, hurry up!"

The people around looked over one after another, the little boy's mother was red-faced, and she only felt extremely ashamed, but now they are all only children, and the child is a piece of meat that fell from the mother's body, and she was reluctant to fight, so she had to compromise in the end.

"Mom, you're the best, you're the prettiest mom in the world!"

As if he had learned to change his face, the little boy immediately burst into tears and laughed, and then a rainbow fart slapped out, and the little boy's mother was angry and funny.

Xu Mo couldn't help but secretly say to himself, the speed of turning his face is really fast, are all children like chicken thieves now?

"Boss, how much is this Monkey King?"

"Uh...... Ten pieces. ”

Many roadside stalls did not have a clear price, and the woman thought that when she saw that the child liked it, Xu Mo would sit on the ground and start the price, but she didn't expect it to be so cheap.

"Then this Tang Sanzang, Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng, I also want it. ”

In one breath, the Journey to the West Tiantuan was rounded, and the woman took out her mobile phone to scan the code to pay, although the material of the dough molding is only dough, but the East China Sea is a first-tier city, and forty yuan to buy four beautifully made noodles is actually not expensive at all.

And coming out to travel is not just to have fun, who would care about such a small amount of money, of course, if Xu Mo opens her mouth, it will be hundreds or thousands, she will definitely drag the child and turn her head away.

Du Lao's paintbrush on the side paused and nodded approvingly.

Using money to measure artwork is itself an insult to artworks and artists, Xu Mo's dough sculptures are vivid, and it is not too much to sell for a large price, and he can obviously seize the opportunity to increase the price, but he has no intention of making money, and has always maintained the original intention of promoting traditional culture and art.

You see that the money has fallen to the ground, Xu Mo only cares about the noodle seller, and he doesn't mean to bend down to pick it up, he really regards money like dung!

Although Xu Mo is not very old, he already deserves to be a qualified craftsman!

Traditional art can only be passed on by young people with simple hearts like Xiao Xu!

It can be seen that the woman's desire to buy is obviously not great, Xu Mo knows that if he knows that he is asking for a sky-high price, it is estimated that the other party will leave directly, or less flowery intestines, it is better to make small profits than not to get a penny.

As for the loss of money, I'm sorry, Xu Mo didn't find out at all.

Seeing the praise in Du Lao's eyes, Xu Mo was about to die of embarrassment, and always felt that his image seemed to have improved a lot in Du Lao's mind.

Old man, don't look at me like that, I'm really not the kind of person who doesn't be greedy for money!