Jinhe Village, a nameless mountain.

Walking along the rugged gravel road to the top of the hill, you can see a small bungalow, surrounded by green bamboo, and the hooves of birds can be heard from time to time.

The breeze blows, and the flowers and plants sway.

Xu Mo walked out of the house, holding the freshly completed dough sculpture in his hand, which was a pig.

The shape of this little pig is very peculiar, with a pair of wings on its back, showing a flying posture, small ears are erected high, and there are red lines that resemble flames on the white and pink skin.

Looking at the many handicrafts on display on the shelves, Xu Mo felt a little melancholy in his heart.

He is a dough sculptor.

Dough sculpture, also commonly known as dough kneading man, uses flour as the main material, blends it into different colors, and uses hands and simple tools to create a variety of lifelike works.

When Xu Mo was a child, he heard his deceased grandfather say that in ancient times, their Xu family was very famous, because the noodles were vivid, and they were deeply loved by dignitaries and nobles.

Later, from generation to generation, the craftsmanship of the dough kneader was passed on to his hands.

But now that the world has changed, children are addicted to mobile phones and computer games, traditional handicraft toys have long since fallen out of popularity, and noodle kneaders can't make money at all.

Putting the peculiarly shaped pig's noodles on the shelf, Xu Mo came to the stream to wash his hands.

The clear stream water is like a mirror, looking at himself in the water, Xu Mo suddenly felt a little confused, and even wavered about the dough molding career he had always insisted on.

Because the income of the noodle kneader is too low!

Now when I go out to find a job, as long as I bear hardships and stand hard work, it is not difficult to earn tens of thousands of yuan a month, but Xu Mo is a noodle pincher, and he only earns more than 3,000 yuan a month at most.

You must know that the minimum wage in Donghai City is 2,480 yuan, and his income is at the bottom.

This amount of money is not enough in first-tier cities!

There was a cool feeling on his hand, Xu Mo woke up like a dream, wiped the water stains on his body, and then returned to the square, the whole person was like a deflated ball, sitting weakly on the bamboo bench.

When conditions permit, he is very willing to be a craftsman and pass on traditional skills.

But the reality is ruthless and cruel, he is even in a problem with his life now, does he know that there is a dead end ahead, and he still has to continue to walk persistently?

If he didn't change careers, he was really afraid that he would starve to death!

What exactly should I do?

Is it just to live a life of inaction?

"Goo~~!Goo~~!"

Just when Xu Mo was worried about his future, there was a sudden sound of an animal chirping in his ears, judging from the sound, it should be a pig's cry.

"Now that the price of pork is rising, I have a pig, and I can be regarded as a local tyrant. Xu Mo smiled self-deprecatingly, but in the next second, his expression instantly froze.

No, I don't have pigs at all!

And there is not a single family in the entire Jinhe Village that raises pigs!

There are some wild animals such as bamboo rats and pheasants in the mountains, but I have never seen wild boars!

Xu Mo looked up, searched around, and then saw that not far away, a white and fat little pig with wings was looking at him.

Xu Mo was dumbfounded!

Because the cute and strange little pig in front of him turned out to be exactly the same as the little pig dough sculpture he had just pinched.

He subconsciously looked towards the shelf, and found that the pig dough sculpture on it was gone.

What's going on?

You can't be dreaming, right?

How did the pig I pinched live!

Xu Mo pinched his arm, faintly aching, not dreaming, and the little pig showed a humane smile, then flapped his wings, and flew to Xu Mo's side.

The little pig rubbed his head against Xu Mo's cheek and hummed happily.

"Could it be that you really made it up by me?" Xu Mo muttered to himself.

"Coo!" The little pig snorted twice, nodded his head, indicating that he was indeed pinched by Xu Mo, and then flew and played happily by himself.

Xu Mo was completely stupid!

Pigs can still understand human speech?

Running to the shelf and looking at his previous works, Xu Mo fell into deep thought.

It stands to reason that these dough sculptures are all from his hands, and since the little pig has been resurrected, other things should also come back to life, but there is no abnormality at all, which is really strange.

Could it be that the pinching technique is different?

Or is it a different material?

After thinking about it for a while, Xu Mo quickly found the point!

In the past, when he kneaded the dough, he was in accordance with his father's instructions and pinched after wearing gloves, but today he was melancholy and forgot about this stubble, and the little pig that had just been pinched came back to life!

Do my hands have the power to create?

Xu Mo also felt that his idea was too ridiculous, but the facts were in front of him, so he couldn't believe it.

Guess boldly, practice carefully.

Xu Mo decided to try again, he took out a ball of noodles and began to knead them skillfully with his hands.

The techniques of the kneading dough man are pinching, rubbing, kneading, lifting, first shaping the prototype of the dough person, and then using a small bamboo knife through the point, cutting, carving, scratching, different knife techniques, to slowly carve and finely craft, don't look at the skills are not much, but each process needs to be very accurate, the slightest sloppiness can not be, a slight difference, the whole work will be ruined.

Xu Mo has been kneading noodles since he was a child, and his skills have long been perfected.

After a while, he pinched out a lifelike husky, but Xu Mo has always liked to hunt for curiosities, so he put a pair of horns on the husky's head.

Carefully put the dough sculpture on the ground, and a magical scene happened!

I saw that the palm-sized husky suddenly bloomed with light, and then after shaking its body twice, it quickly expanded and became larger, and finally turned into a living animal, a little stronger than a wolf.

Xu Mo himself was a little incredulous!

Feeling that the husky had no malicious intent, Xu Mo couldn't help but want to touch it, but before his hand could touch it, the husky ran away happily, knocking over all the shelves where the dough sculptures were placed, and all the dough sculptures fell to the ground!

Before it was over, the goods actually ran to the open field and began to dig a pit, and then bit and pulled at the bamboo, just like crazy, and knocked down a piece of bamboo.

“......”

An inexplicable remorse welled up in Xu Mo's heart.

Are other animals not cute, or is the house too dilapidated and wants to redecorate?

I'm okay when I'm full, what do I do!

The little pig was flying happily in the sky, while Erha stuck out his tongue and chased after him on the ground.

Maybe the little pig felt that the dog that Xu Mo pinched out was a bit stupid and unworthy of playing with himself, so he flew directly to the roof and fell asleep.

Erha stopped with a sudden brake, looked at the bungalow in front of him, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

Sensing Erha's strange eyes, Xu Mo's heart was cold, the powerful destructive power of these two goods has been seen, I am such a home, I can't let it be demolished!

"If you dare to demolish the house, I'll screw off your dog's head!"

"Whew!"

Erha screamed twice aggrievedly, then hid to the side and continued to dig the pit.

Xu Mo's misunderstanding of it is too deep, is Benwang the kind of dog who dismantles the house? Benwang just wants to remove the door and use it as a bed!

Xu Mo didn't bother to take care of Erha, as long as he didn't tear down the house, it didn't matter if it dug through the earth.

Looking at his hands, Xu Mo was ecstatic in his heart.

If it was just a guess before, now after testing, it has been proved that his hands do have the ability to create things!

My dad asked me to wear gloves to knead dough, did he know that I had this ability?

At this thought, Lin Xiao was slightly stunned, and he suddenly remembered a story, when he was a child, his grandfather once told him about a legend about the ancestors of the Xu family.

The name of that story is - the living man!