Chapter 175: Children's Jokes
"Dad, have you heard? The shops in the town with a certain scale have all received the contract of the Taoist, and they can make a generous move, and every family has a golden bean, and I heard that dozens of them are scattered. β
Ji Yang, who was following behind his father, looked excited: "Good girl, this is a golden bean, isn't this worth a few hundred taels of silver?" β
"Boom!"
"Oops! Daddyβ"
A brain meltdown knocked Ji Yang to jump to his feet.
Ji Jin, the old mountain craftsman of Boyan Shiji, glared at him and reprimanded: "What is good? No big, no small! β
Speaking of Jijin Mountain Craftsman, it is the legend of Shoushan Town.
Its legend lies in its famous carving skills;
It is also because he is the one who witnessed Shoushan Lei Jun with his own eyes! [Chapter 51]
If he hadn't been sure of it himself, how could the townspeople of Shoushan believe it?
In fact, it was also he who proposed and took the lead in donating money and materials when he decided to sacrifice Shoushan Lei Jun, which led to the later sacrifice of Haohao Tangtang.
"Daddy! I don't care about us, either! β
Ji Yang rubbed his head and didn't change his excitement: "Look, this Taoist is so rich, and he has found a master craftsman in the town, it is obvious that he is choosing the best, maybe this is an assessment, in order to prepare for the construction of the Taoist temple!" β
"Forgot what Daddy taught you?"
While reprimanding, Ji Jin spread his thumb and middle finger as a gesture, gesturing a boulder and measuring the size.
ββ¦β¦ Do not speak falsely about guests. β
Ji Yang's expression froze, and he was suddenly a little discouraged.
"Hold it down!"
Ji Jin pulled up an ink line and ordered Ji Yang to hold it down.
"Oh!"
Ji Yang held down the ink line a little sullenly, watching his father busy before and after, playing the ink line for a while, marking for a while, and stopping his movements for a long time, as if he was dissatisfied, staring at the stone and thinking secretly.
"Dad, what are you going to carve this mountain temple into?"
"What else could a temple look like? Archway, main hall, steps, pestle tower, set up a monument, point a few stone jars, basically it is very much the same. β
Ji Jin was thinking about it while casually responding to his son's inquiry.
"That's too clichΓ©, isn't it?"
"We are just a craftsman, and we can still learn that ......"
Before he finished speaking, Ji Jin stopped abruptly and suddenly looked at his son.
ββ¦β¦ What's wrong Daddy? β
Ji Yang touched his face, because his fingers had just pressed the ink line, and he suddenly felt black marks on his face, which looked quite funny.
"Ji Yang, what do you think this mountain temple should be carved into?"
"What's the use of what I said? I'm not a master, and I'm not a lesson in the end. β
Ji Yang muttered, reluctant to say more.
"My father carved stone all his life, and he never carved it according to his own ideas. It's different today, there is also a golden bean at the bottom, and it can't be said that Meng Lang can go back. β
Ji Jin muttered.
Ji Yang's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Yes, Dad!" β
"Then what do you think this mountain temple should look like?"
"Dad, if you want me to say, since it is a mountain temple, then there must be a mountain, think about it, if there is a circle of mountains gathered around here, how magnificent?"
"Isn't that a clam shell?"
"Look, Daddy, you're teaching me again...... Or let's carve a big mountain god, with the sky on his head, his feet on the ground, and the auspicious clouds around him......"
"That's a statue, not a temple!"
"Daddyβ"
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On this day, Shoushan was completely lively because of a handful of golden beans from the Taoist people in Tsing Yi.
As the people of Shoushan Town, they compete with each other and communicate with each other.
As soon as they inquired about each other, they knew that the Tsing Yi Taoist would set the delivery time and place in the same place on the same day.
Now it's okay, some craftsmen who wanted to fool around at will have to mention the spirit of twelve!
After all, losing the election is a small matter;
It's a big deal to smash the signboard.
For a time, the mountain rain was about to come, and the wind was full of buildings, and the sound of the town was endless.
The seven-day period is fleeting.
On March 10, the sky was shining, and Shoushan Town had already woken up early and fell into a busy situation.
In addition to loading and unloading goods;
It is more to carry the "mountain temple" onto the board car and transport it to the town.
When the sun rises, the town is already bustling.
"Shopkeeper Liu, it's early!"
"Early, early!"
"Yo, this is your shop's work, let me take a look...... Oh, look at this window lattice, double-sided hollow, vivid, it can be described as a wind and chalk! Let me guess, this is from Master Zhao's handwriting, right? β
"Hey, hello eyesight, except for Zhao Zhuo, who in our Shoushan Town has this carving technique?"
"You're right!"
"Ah, Master Han is early!"
"Let me take a look, tsk, the Han family is worthy of being a fine carver, look at this lion, this knife painting kung fu is a must! Look at the small and cute, like a cat, almost come to life to catch mice. β
"Yo, this is your shop's work, right? Why does this archway look crooked? Although this is a miniature carving of the interior, I don't ask you to tie the tenon, but it can't be so crooked, right? β
"Master Han, you have to take a look. It's not that the archway is crooked, it's a mountain road, oblique! β
Boy!
Today, Shoushan Town is completely lively.
All sects and factions, masters gathered, one by one, smiling and smiling, walking and probing each other.
Those who have a good relationship praise each other;
If the relationship is poor, it will be praised and depreciated.
But the old man of the tea stall is happy.
He has been setting up a tea stall for decades, and he has never seen the town so lively, let alone seen the mountain craftsmen look like this.
The look of the exquisite temple and the pride of seeing the clumsy work is really interesting!
"Beyondsoft is here!"
"Let's go, let's see."
A sudden exclamation from the crowd attracted the attention of countless craftsmen present.
As the most powerful Beyondsoft Shiji in Shoushan Town, everyone is naturally very nervous.
Not long after, I saw several apprentices of craftsmen and craftsmen, carefully pushing a board cart, and on the bus, the works of Beyondsoft Shiji were prominently placed.
Everyone looked at it, and there was silence in the middle of the field, and they heard the sound of Suosuo's discussion.
"It's ...... Mountain Temple? Look, it's a statue! β
"Not really!"
"Ah, there is a temple under the statue."
"I'll see! Oh, I've lived for fifty-three years, and I've never seen a mountain temple like this. β
Everyone was talking, and immediately there were acquaintances who came up to say hello.
"Shopkeeper Liu is early, the carving of Beyondsoft Shiji is really as good as ever!"
"Yes, yes, look at that called a dot screen into a fly, vivid."
"Prizes, prizes!"
The old shopkeeper of Beyondsoft Shiji responded with his hand, feeling a little fucked up in his heart.
To be honest, he'd rather usher in a mockery.
As a colleague, he knows that if he is genuinely complimentary, how can he use such an empty word?
At the very least, you have to point out the pride of something, which is called appreciation and affirmation.
What is this called right now?
Comfort!
Why?
Beyondsoft's works are really a bit unusual.
A statue of a god that seems to be a Taoist and non-Taoist occupies most of the stone base, the upper part itself is a human, and the lower body is connected to the mountains;
Under the statue of the god is the hall of the rules and regulations, although the layout is arranged, and even the carving can be called a clever workmanship, but the whole miniature carving intention has not matched the mountain temple.
After all, how can there be such a mountain temple chief?
The old shopkeeper is also helpless.
Ji Jin is the master in the shop, and he has always trusted him very much, so after handing over the work to him, he never asked, how did he expect the finished product to look like this?
Now that the intersection is imminent, it is impossible to change it.
Alas!
Whatever it is!
Fortunately, the carvers are especially there, and the golden beans can't be earned, so it won't ruin their reputation.
(End of chapter)