A mysterious village that is not remote? At first glance, it sounds really appealing. www.biquge.info But as the saying goes, "if something is abnormal, it is a demon", will this also be a trap for inviting you into the urn?

Wei Bushu seemed to feel a little ridiculous, and turned around and asked Xiong Wu: "What's the news about the Qimen tune?" ”

Xiong Wu sighed: "There are only three of the seven people who know how to do this, two of them are paralyzed in the nursing home, and one is blind." ”

These people who do business with yin and morality will not end well when they are old, and the news brought by Xiong Wu was not very surprising to the people present.

"Could it be that the skill of the Seven Demon Sect Array is going to be lost from now on?" Wei Wuxing felt that it was impossible from the bottom of his heart, even if one family was lost, it would not be possible for the entire line to be lost.

Hu Zi'an said: "You don't know, they used very vicious means to mutilate their peers forty years ago, causing the Qimen Tune to destroy the Qi family, and overnight they Qimen seemed to have been spelled, not only did they have no heirs, but the people who could inherit the craft died one after another, and this matter was spread very evil in the 'various' industry." ”

Hu Zi'an learned from Mai Dao, and one of the "varied" gold is their fortune teller.

"We have to start with that village." Wei Bushu sat on the back of the sofa, his eyes looking through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the busy street. "At least we need to know what's going on with this grave."

Xiong Wu and Hu Zi'an both agreed, but Kunlun never expressed his position, because his attitude was always the same as Wei Bushu's.

"What about you?" Wei Bushu suddenly asked me about it.

Wu Xing looked at his father: "What am I?" ”

"Your opinion!" When Wei Bushu looked at him very seriously and sincerely, he didn't feel anything at first, and even felt that his father was like a psychopath, but Wei Bushu then said, "Aren't you already planning to join the gang?" I'm asking for your opinion. ”

Wu Xing was suddenly a little moved, Xiong Wu and Hu Zi'an both looked at him and smiled, Kunlun's expression was indifferent.

Wu Xing was a little embarrassed, he scratched his head: "I agree." ”

Many years later, Wuxing would always be entangled in when he entered the industry, he thought about many scenarios, and later found that the "I agree" he said to Wei Bushu at this time was actually the same as the meaning of "I do" when he got married, and this word was a milestone for him.

It's just that every time Wei Wuxing feels that his father is a little reliable, Wei Bushu will always do something unreliable. Wei's so-called starting from the village turned out to be a businessman to order goods in the village.

However, Qingpi said that these people don't look like they're doing serious things, Xiong Wu's body shape, Hu Zi'an's hair and Kunlun's red hair are all quite eye-catching, but Wei Bushu's father and son look like the boss and the second ancestor.

I smacked him: we were meant to be.

So the people who finally went into the village to find out became Wei Bushu and Wei Wuxing. They didn't pick any auspicious days of the zodiac, avoided two rainy days, and as soon as the sky was clear, the two of them drove the modified SUV to Xiejia Village.

Before leaving, Wei Bushu took four porcelain vases in the middle of the Qing Dynasty in the store, and told me that the earliest porcelain bamboo weaving was actually to put a protective cover on the porcelain, but later this skill became more and more refined, and almost all the craftsmen in the village of Qionglai were bamboo weaving, because the bamboo silk growing in the Qionglai Mountains was very fine, and then there were skilled craftsmen, and the bamboo weaving made was even more expensive than the porcelain tire itself.

This kind of porcelain bamboo weaving is generally an order, they rush to the binder will definitely reveal the filling, so you might as well bring the porcelain over, just say that the antique dealer from village to village to find to find a master with a little more skill.

I also think that this is better than the binder, first, they don't know the market of porcelain and bamboo, and second, Qingpi has inquired about so many things in the village before, for fear of arousing the suspicion of others.

When they arrived at Xiejia Village, Wei Bushu and Wu Xing entered the village with a bottle, which proved to be quite clever, and the villagers knew that they were here to weave porcelain fetuses when they saw them.

The village is not large, and the pattern is very clear, with two longitudinal ones made of cement and two horizontal dirt roads. Wei Bushu led his son to walk back and forth on one of the cement roads first, and he was not satisfied with the craftsmanship of two or three companies.

When the villagers with good eyesight saw what they were taking, they said, "Your tens of thousands of porcelain tires must be matched with good craftsmanship, you look for them along the innermost dirt road, and those who open the door will go in and ask, all of them are good craftsmen." ”

"Thank you, fellow." Wei Bushu raised his feet and walked two steps, and saw that the village supermarket was on the crossroads, he turned around and glanced at Wu Xing: "You go buy a bottle of water." ”

"Oh." He trotted away, he wore an American brand of sportswear, handsome and with a young master's style, and many little girls in the village quietly looked at him.

After entering the supermarket, the proprietress wearing a half-sleeve of mineral water sponsorship was also very polite to my line. "The young man has a chance at a glance, where did he come from?"

"From Suzhou." There is a Jiangnan rhyme in the accent of Wuxing, which no one will doubt.

He paid the money, looked up and saw cigarettes on the cabinet behind the counter, thought about it for a moment, and said, "Give me a pack of Yuxi." ”

The proprietress glanced at him with her eyes, and asked with a smile, "Are you an adult?" But he had already taken out a pack of cigarettes.

Wu Xing smiled embarrassedly and asked her, "Shall I smoke one in your store?" ”

The proprietress looked through the window and saw Wei Bushu in the workshop across the road, and immediately had a touch of playfulness on her face, pointed to the stool next to her and said, "Sit there and smoke, I'm here to help you watch." ”

Wu Xing thanked him, pretended to be a thief and smoked a cigarette, and when the cigarette was half lit, Wu Xing opened his mouth in a homely way: "We have gone around several villages, and your craftsmanship is okay here, are you all ancestors?" ”

"It's okay, the weaving skills of the male bamboo planters and their children can't compare to you capable city people." The proprietress also smoked, and her words were full of sadness.

"Hey, there are few people in the city who have the ability." Wu Xing is not very good at talking to middle-aged women, and the ingrained thought in his head is that middle-aged women need to be guarded against like Zhang Xiaohuan. Seeing that the cigarette was almost finished, Wu Xing brought up the topic again. "I have a classmate who likes this craft very much, does anyone in your village want to accept apprentices? I want to introduce my classmate over, he is out of high school, and he has a skill, right? ”

Unexpectedly, the proprietress glanced at Wu Xing very vigilantly, and Wu Xing was shocked, but the innocence on her face was still impeccable. He immediately followed up and asked, "How much does the best master in your village earn a year?" ”

The proprietress glanced at him and sighed, as if she felt a little ridiculous to be wary of a child just now, so she said: "Our village does not accept apprentices, all the people in a village are surnamed Xie, and there is no outsider. ”