Originally, Gu Siwei's mental activity before coming was like this: Worship with everyone, whether you believe it or not, just slip away.

But after arriving here, Gu Siwei found that he really couldn't worship it.

The reason is: the so-called statue of the mountain god grandfather is too ugly!

To be honest, Gu Siwei has never seen such an ugly statue of a god since he was so old, and this thing is probably put outside, and even dogs will not believe that this is a god.

Gu Siwei didn't know what the villagers thought, originally said that there was only one altar, but now not only the altar is there, but there is also a statue of a god, ugly is ugly and crazy, but Gu Siwei also admitted that this ugly thing out of the skyline is indeed a standard statue.

You can say it's ugly, but you can't deny what it does.

At least a group of villagers worshipped it very religiously, one by one with their hands folded, and some of them still had words in their mouths.

Gu Siwei didn't want to worship, so he naturally stood at the door, about a distance of more than one meter from the door, leaning against the wall, looking at the villagers with a smile.

Originally, Gu Siwei was happy in his heart and came to see it as a joke, but after a while, he found that the villagers were all serious, and he felt a little embarrassed, as if the weird person in this group was himself.

Awkward in his heart, Gu Siwei came to the gate, that is, the gate of the small courtyard, found a cool shade, squatted down, and skimmed a small willow branch in his bored hand.

If it was a person, he would have scolded his mother a long time ago, and the ant probably wouldn't, because it couldn't speak, and it might also use ant language to scold Gu Siwei, a human bastard, for not doing anything.

"Xiao Gu!"

As soon as Gu Siwei looked up, he found that it was Wu Meiling's mother who came over, so he immediately threw away the small stick in his hand and smiled at the old lady: "Why did you come out too?" ”

The old lady came and almost didn't laugh at Gu Siwei.

"Such an ugly statue, I just have to worship a few times, I can't worship it all the time."

"Hahaha! It's similar to what I thought, when I came, I felt that I had to worship anyway, and when I saw that thing, I didn't have any intention of worshipping," Gu Siwei said hehehe.

The old lady nodded and said, "Yes! But it's understandable, after all, none of the villagers have the craft of carving gods! Besides, isn't it hitting the muzzle of the gun if you're doing this now, and it's okay to have a look. It's easy to get rid of it if you want to do it."

Well!

Gu Siwei nodded in agreement.

The two chatted for a few words, and Gu Siwei remembered what happened in the morning, and asked the old lady, "Do you know antiques?" ”

"I don't understand, I don't know how to do that," the old lady denied with a smile.

Gu Siwei said: "I'm curious, whether you understand it or not, if you have time, let's talk, what do you think?" ”

Gu Siwei means, you just talk about it, I should listen and play, I won't say that you know antiques or anything, and you don't have to worry about what I will do to you.

The old lady has lived so long that she can't even hear this, isn't that stupid to live for so many years?

The old lady understands, if she were someone else, she can still pretend to be stupid, but the young man in front of her can be said to be kind to her daughter and son-in-law, and she can't refuse.

The old lady also knows that Gu Siwei sees something, and if you push it again at this time, it will be a bit unusual, or that sentence, Gu Siwei gave her daughter and son-in-law help, and she didn't even have a sincere word here, which is not the way to get along with people.

Gu Siwei saw that the old lady was smiling and didn't speak, so he asked directly, "Do you think there is a problem with the bottle in the morning?" ”

The old lady said: "Well, from my point of view, the bottle is quite good, but it is still an imitation, it can be said that the imitation is very real, it is estimated that people who are generally engaged in this industry have to be eye-catching when they see this thing."

Gu Siwei was stunned for a moment when he heard this: "You said that he was not from that era, but imitated later."

"Imitated from the underworld," said the old lady with great certainty.

"Then it's worthless?" Gu Siwei said casually.

The old lady smiled and whispered, "Imitation is not worth much?" ”

"Is imitation still worth anything?" Gu Siwei felt that he was a little confused.

"I'm afraid this imitation is not much worse than the real thing, let's put it this way, what is the price, this bottle is about the same price," the old lady said confidently.

Gu Siwei was curious, looking at the old lady waiting for someone to tell a story.

When the old lady saw this, she smiled and began to talk about who made the bottle.

"The master porcelain artist is also fake?"

Gu Siwei really hadn't thought about this stubble, and when he heard the old lady talk about it, he felt a little fresh.

The old lady smiled and asked, "If you are allowed to fake paintings, you are not allowed to fake porcelain burning?" This kind of thing, true or false, false or true, is actually not that important."

"Old lady, you are really" Gu Siwei said happily after hearing this: "If this thing can't be recognized as fake, then it will make a lot of money if it is really sold."

"I used to be able to put it aside, but now where can I ask for this, I wonder what kind of buyer Old Man Liu is looking for, and he dares to eat these things at this time" The old lady said this, her eyes lit up a little, as if she wanted to figure this thing out.

But after a light in his eyes, he soon dimmed again.

"Forget it, I'm a butt of shit on my own side, and I'm annoyed by other people's yellow mud falling off the crotch," the old lady laughed at herself.

"Are the other things true, do you think?" asked Gu Siwei.

The old lady nodded: "The remaining few pieces are real, but the original quantity on the market is not small, so it can't be sold at any price, but now that the past few years have passed, if this thing has to last for a few more years, waiting for this mess to pass, those things will be really valuable, and may even be more valuable than the bottle that is fake."

"Such a?"

Gu Siwei blurted out.

The old lady said: "Who can say this accurately, I just push it at will, and if I want to set the price very accurately, it is not good, I only push a big market, and can this turmoil pass and say two things."

Gu Siwei came with a clueless sentence: "Let the rain blow and the wind blow, a generation of new people will replace the old, as long as it is a person, there will always be a day of death."

The old lady understood, and smiled at Gu Siwei: "Yes, there will always be such a day, no one can run, no one can hide, and at that time, any glory and wealth will be just a handful of loess."

"You're interested in this?" The old lady suddenly asked Gu Siwei.

Gu Siwei said: "It's not interesting, it's just curiosity, I won't hide it from you, the real thing and the fake thing are placed in front of me, even if it's fake at a glance, I don't necessarily distinguish it, where to talk about interest."

"This thing is just played too much, and you can see it when you touch it too much. There is nothing particularly profound, some people say this and that, but they just put a cloth on their own line of work, and it is just to confuse the eyes of outsiders," the old lady said.

"That's a very special thing you say," Gu Siwei said with a smile.

The old lady raised her head slightly, looked at the mountains in the distance, and seemed to throw her thoughts out: "I didn't say this, it was said by an elder before."

The elders of the old lady are estimated to be unlikely to be alive, and the old lady's appearance does not look like this person who can be alive, Gu Siwei is not curious about this matter, and he has no desire to explore other people's privacy, so Gu Siwei only brought his ears at the moment, and did not ask anything or say anything.

After a while, the old lady looked at Gu Siwei and said in a little surprise: "You are so calm." If only the average person had asked."

Gu Siwei was directly happy when he heard this: "If you want to say what you will say, if you don't want to say it, why should I ask?" ”

"Interesting!" The old lady looked at Gu Siwei and smiled.

Gu Siwei wanted to say something here, but when he heard movement in the courtyard, he turned around and found that everyone had come out one after another.

The expressions on each of their faces were quite good, as if they felt the presence of the gods, or felt some kind of satisfaction from this ceremony.

"Siwei, let's go!"

Luan Jianming came to Gu Siwei's side not far away, and said to Gu Siwei.

"Let's go, you please".

Gu Siwei motioned for the old lady to go first.

The old lady said, "Go first, they are all grinding."

Saying that, the old lady looked into the courtyard, and sure enough, Guo Shengshou and a young man were chatting over there, and they seemed to be chatting quite well.

"My son-in-law, it's just a little good, that is, down-to-earth," the old lady said.

Gu Siwei didn't understand what the old lady wanted to say, but he didn't have time to think about it now, because all the people from the house who helped him had already come out.

At this time, Gu Siwei couldn't stand, and took the big guy on the boat.

Gu Siwei has sailed here, and Guo Shengshou is still chatting with others over there.

When I came to Gu Siwei's house, I was not in a hurry for the rest of the work, I didn't work first in the morning, everyone ate a little something, and then we continued to work.

There is naturally a division of labor in work, Gu Siwei and Sicui are still idle jobs, as for digging sweet potatoes or something, it is the work of old craftsmen, like Gu Siwei, no one takes him to play.

Who is the veteran? Naturally, it is Liu Fulin and Luan Jianming.

Gu Siwei really didn't know that the sweet potatoes were not dug here with a hoe, but with a steel fork, not a fork of the eighteen weapons, or the kind of fork used in the countryside, which was used to fork hay.

No matter how Gu Siwei thought about this thing, he felt that if this thing stretched out into the soil, it would definitely be inserted into the tuber of the sweet potato, but it was strange, Liu Fulin, Luan Jianming and others just couldn't hurt it.

With a strong hand, the fork went into the soil, lifted the shovel handle upward, and then lifted it gently, and a bunch of sweet potatoes with roots hung on the fork teeth with a bell.

This trick made Gu Siwei feel that he could simply sell tickets and collect money for people to watch.

However, Luan Jianming's focus is not on his own technology.

"Good fellows! Look, it's another big lump, it's still from the grandfather's generation" Luan Jianming lifted the fork in front of him, picked the sweet potato from the fork, took it in his hand and hit it on the ground, and knocked the soil on the sweet potato off.

"Brother Four-Dimensional...... It's really a novice to farming, but there is really no way to compare this luck to ......."

Everyone doesn't know how to say it now, rice, the Gu Siwei family has had a bumper harvest, and now this sweet potato is also a good plant, so that a group of people who claim to be the banker's style feel a little blush when they think about it.

(End of chapter)