Half of the house is covered with tiles, half is covered with grass, half of the grass is covered with bedrooms, and half of the houses are mixed with kitchens and guest rooms. The furniture in the house is simple, with two benches, a square table, and inside the corner of the door, there are scythes and hoes and other agricultural tools.

What catches the eye is that on the wall next to the bedroom, there is a mask carved from wood, brushed with tung paint, emitting a subtle smell, and a lion head carved from Nanzhu root, the lion's head is not easy to paint because of many burrs, so it remains the same.

It is surprising that an ordinary peasant family has such a work of art.

Xing Yi asked the homeowner, "Do you do carpentry work?" ”

The owner said, "I can't do anything else, I'm going to do this." ”

Xing Yi pointed to the table and stool and asked, "You did it?" ”

"Well, not well done."

"It's really good, the whole tenon is solid, there are no nails, the old tradition, it's not easy to do, you do this line of work, it's been a long time."

"It's been almost thirty years."

"The wood carved mask and the lion's head carved from the bamboo roots on the wall were also made by you?"

"yes."

"It's even more powerful."

Xing Yi remembered that about ten years later, at the beginning of the new century, Du Jiangshan of the Cultural Center hosted a mask exhibition in the county seat, and Du Jiangshan specially arranged a house, and the masks were hung on the wall one by one for people to see. He once went in and was going to buy one for his three-year-old son Yuanchi, but he felt a bit expensive and didn't buy it.

Xing Yi asked, "How long does it take to carve such a mask?" ”

"More than ten days."

took off the mask and handed it to him, Xing Yi only thought of one sentence: the master is in the people.

There was a piece of paper in the cavity behind the mask, and when it was opened, it was a dozen sketches of the mask.

This made Xing Yi's heart move even more, the outline of the lines of various parts of the facial features is simply a model of fine brushwork, and his fingers can't help but depict it on himself.

After a few words, Xing Yi guessed that he was not a local.

"When you were young, you were in a foreign country."

"I've been here for twelve years."

"Where was it before?"

"Over there in Sichuan."

"What's wrong with you?"

"I'm coming to the door."

In addition to this family, there are nine other families in this small village, four of which are foreigners.

The mask is not only beautiful in carving art, but also extraordinary in material, and must be an old birch or sycamore tree that is not easy to crack and deform.

In a few years, by the end of this century, the tourism industry began to develop, the number of visitors from other places increased, there were many guests who liked to collect masks, the price was not low, and it ran at a high level for a long time, and many people participated in this industry and obtained great wealth from it.

"Looks like you're over forty."

"It's almost fifty."

"Then, you're an elder. I'll have to call you uncle. ”

"Just like them, just call me an old carpenter."

Xing Yi muttered in his heart, and felt that calling the old carpenter was a cordial taste.

The smell of roasted buds came, and the old carpenter's lover came out from behind with a dustpan.

The old carpenter took the roasted tender bud grain and handed it to Xing Yi, it was really fragrant, while eating, he remembered that in Shangyan, Pu Mingfa's lover brought out the roasted artichoke, the roasted artichoke and the roasted bud grain taste different, but they are all very fragrant, and it is difficult for people living in the city to eat it.

What made him excited was that the two families used to roast buds and potatoes were dustpans woven from bamboo strips, with the same shape and size, and they were almost from one person's hand.

Xing Yi also noticed that there was no electricity and no running water in the village.

The old carpenter told him that a stream of water flowed from the crevices in the rocks behind the mountain, and ten families with twenty-seven people, one hundred and ten chickens, and a dozen pigs and cows could not be used up.

If you look at the old carpenter's teeth, you can see that the water is very good.

The scenery by the water tower is beautiful, the small village is hidden in the woods, the smoke curls at noon, Xing Yi is itching, and asks the old carpenter to help make the painting folder, and takes the time to go into the city to buy paper, pencils, paints, and get up early in the morning to paint outside.

He found that his technique was not unfamiliar at all, and his mind was full of pictures, he did as he pleased, sketched a few times, and the outline appeared, and after a few more strokes, a painting came out.

Take a few steps back, and get closer to half a foot, no matter how you look at it, I think it should be very good, and if you take it to the county to participate in the exhibition, there should be no resistance at all.

When he learned, where he learned, and how he learned so many skills, no matter how he couldn't remember, such a fragmentary amnesia was probably caused by which part of his head was damaged when he was washed into a cave by water.

There is no damage to the part, but it is exerted extraordinarily, this should be another way of saying, what is it?

No matter, since he knows this and likes it, then play well, he shook his head in front of the painting, and seemed to be a little out of control.

Of course, there are also times when you feel that a certain part is not smooth, so you put down your pen and go to the old carpenter's house, and stay in front of the mask and the lion's head for a while, and you will definitely gain something.

On Monday, Wen Qiyi came to inspect the work, saw the painting, very shocked, the picture is far and near, high and low, in the distance is the flood gate of the power station dam, the upper half is the blue sky, a goshawk stands on the top of the flood gate of the power station dam, spreading its wings towards the sky and about to take off.

Wen Qiyi asked: "Do you know what type this belongs to?" ”

Xing Yi replied: "It seems that it should belong to the category of Chinese painting, what?" Director Wen also likes it? ”

"Let me ask you again, do you know how many types of paintings there are?"

"I don't know, there should be a lot, a lot."

"Oil painting, you know?"

"I don't understand."

Wen Qiyi sneered: "Do you know what I'm thinking now? ”

Xing Yi shook his head: "How would I know." ”

Wen Qiyi pointed to the picture of the hydropower station: "You didn't paint it, you brought it from outside and put it here, I said I think so in my heart, do you believe it?" ”

As he spoke, he approached the clip and smelled it, it was the smell of fresh cedar wood.

Xing Yi frowned, blinked, and had nothing to say.

Wen Qiyi looked into the distance: "Have you gone to the small village?" ”

Xing Yi replied: "Go, ask the old carpenter to make this easel." ”

"So, how much do you give to someone?"

"He doesn't want it."

"Didn't pay for the materials?"

"He said it was a tree growing in his back garden."

"You see, this is the character of a simple peasant."

Wen Qiyi's words touched Xing Yi's mind and thought of the problem that the small village urgently needed to solve: "There are ten families in their small village, next to the hydropower plant, but there is no electricity, if only a wire was pulled from the factory, it would be good." ”

Wen Qiyi said: "Do you think you are thoughtful? We've thought about it for a long time. ”

"I've thought about it, so why don't you pull it for them?"

"Do you think it's easy to pull the power? The pole magnetic bead wire plus the labor cost is tens of thousands. Also, what about future management? Who goes to them for a fee? What if you don't give it? Also, they don't know anything about electricity, so what should they do if something goes wrong? If someone is electrocuted, who is responsible? ”

Xing Yi said: "Give them a few more instructions, and they will all be done, before Franklin invented electricity, he didn't think about it so much." ”

Wen Qiyi said: "Franklin? Why didn't you say Einstein? Take care of yourself, and don't worry so much about other people's business. ”

Xing Yi said: "You're right, now I'll take care of my own business, okay, the water tower doesn't have electricity, is it okay to solve it?" ”

Wen Qiyi said: "Generally, the guards don't live here and eat in the canteen, so they don't think about pulling the line. ”

"What about the winter?"

"You don't have to come every day in winter, anyway, the valves are in the small room, and they won't freeze. Entrusting the people of the small village to watch on their behalf, there is nothing wrong. ”

"The client comes to see, do you want to make money?"

"No, they just take a look at it when they come in and out."

"It seems that the post of looking at the water tower can be set up or not."

"If you come, you can set it up."