Chang Yuling's inner pain and emotional sadness undoubtedly stemmed from the Chang family's concern that there would be no successors and that she would lose her talent.
This is a common problem in the art industry in Beijing in this era.
At present, almost all the old craftsmen in the art industry in Beijing are worried about this kind of thing.
On the one hand, their carefully crafted products are difficult to sell at a high price due to the monopoly acquisition by the foreign trade department.
No factory would like to make something like this that will make it more and more expensive.
What's more, now the country has let go of independent management rights.
As a factory leader, it is inevitable that we should reduce research and development and no longer invest in it.
On the other hand, the efficiency of mechanized production is much higher than that of handicraft production, and the technical threshold is lower.
Opening a machine to sell low-end goods can increase sales and make more money. Young workers in the factory are too lazy to learn skills and are willing to use machines to make low-end products.
Of course, the factory no longer supports veteran artists taking apprentices, as apprentices waste manpower.
This has resulted in today’s old craftsmen becoming a complete drag on various factories.
They are no longer valued or respected, and almost all of them retire with disappointment.
All in all, without the existence of Ning Weimin, I am afraid that almost the entire art industry in Beijing would focus on how to make quick money.
No one cares whether skills will be lost or skills will be discontinued.
It is even less likely to see market saturation and vicious competition in the future.
I am afraid that in the end, only when they are stuck with products that cannot be sold due to a single variety and outdated designs, can they wake up and understand how stupid they are.
But by that time, it's too late to regret it.
Watching those machines with a sad face and regretting them in a hurry should be a tragedy that most manufacturers in the industrial art industry cannot avoid or avoid.
Fortunately, Ning Weimin changed some things.
He finally reborn a few street factories, and by picking up the slack from large state-owned factories, he laid the foundation for future development.
He finally saved the possibility of inheriting traditional crafts and technologies such as brocade boxes, silk sculptures, palace lanterns, wall paintings, utensils, and antique porcelain.
At least it can give Chang Yuling something to rely on and prevent Grape Chang from becoming extinct in the world.
At least Jiang Sanchang, who is retired at home, can barely maintain his last bit of dignity in front of his family and neighbors.
On this day, Jiang Sanchang participated in the feast in a small car in high spirits, and went home in a small car after being full of food and wine.
His mood should be described by the sentence "The spring breeze is so exciting that the horse's hoof is broken, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day."
Thanks to Jiang's skills, he was exposed in front of so many art colleagues and received a bonus. He originally wanted to come back and talk to his wife.
But he never expected that as soon as he entered the courtyard at noon, he discovered something strange at the door of his house.
There were actually people blocking the door of his house, demanding money and people in a loud voice.
They clamored to force their family to hand over the person, or else they would give them money.
The people in the capital were so good that all the neighbors in the courtyard gathered in front of his house to watch the fun.
Needless to say, Jiang Sanchang knew intuitively that it was probably his unscrupulous son who caused the trouble.
This immediately wiped out his good mood.
I was anxious and ashamed, and I began to blame my family members for their ignorance.
Why do you have to stand out at the door? This is not a slap in the face of the Jiang family.
The dignity I earned during the day was all gone now.
At this time, what Jiang Sanchang was thinking was, no matter what happened.
You have to say something nice and invite people into the room to talk first. It's too ugly to make a fuss. Is there anything we can't discuss carefully?
But he didn't expect a child's frightened cry, calling grandma and mother with all his strength, which made him lose his temper.
Originally, I wanted to be more cautious and polite, and ask the neighbor in front of me to get out of the way.
As a result, the situation was chaotic, and it turned into a desperate situation, pulling people in with a white face and forcing them in.
When he finally squeezed in and took a look, he immediately felt angry.
Because as expected, one of the three young men blocking the door of his house was grabbing the back of his struggling grandson's neck and refusing to let go.
The leader next to him was still trying to scare him.
"It's no use calling me grandma or mom. Either your family has to hand over your father, or your family has to give you money! Don't talk nonsense! Choose quickly!"
That's Jiang Sanchang's grandson!
Our tradition originally emphasizes "carrying children but not grandchildren, loving children in the next generation".
You can forget that your son is a bastard, but your grandson is a good boy with both good character and academic performance.
In particular, the grandson of the Jiang family is still a good youngster who likes cooking utensils, and is the only hope of the Jiang family.
Is there anyone who is not impatient, old Chiang Kai-shek?
He clenched his fists, stared, and roared like a lion.
"Let go! Why are you holding our child? Tell me if you have anything to do! I am the child's grandfather!"
This sound works, not to mention that the grandmother and mother who were at a loss for the child now have a backbone.
When the child saw Jiang Sanchang, it was as if he had seen a savior. He cried and said that these people were going to kidnap him.
The young man holding the child smiled instead, "Kidnapping? We didn't kidnap you. We caught you because you two wanted to run away. No, your father ran away, so we caught you. But we also
I didn’t beat you. Why don’t I take you home? Your family and neighbors are all here now, so let’s just comment and deal with it in front of everyone.”
Jiang Sanchang ignored this and his eyes turned red.
"You put the child away first before talking about anything else. Even if you have a thousand reasons or ten thousand reasons, you can't treat our children like this!"
As soon as he said this, the kind-hearted neighbors also helped him.
"Yes, you young men have found someone's house and come to their door. Why are you still holding on to their children's necks? They can't run away? Why don't you just talk to them if you have something to say?"
"That's right, it's bright and sunny, even if you want to be reasonable, you can't do it this way. Look how scared you are for other people's children."
"Hey, hey, hey, I said, let go now. You are bullying the younger. He is such a child, and his body has not yet grown. How can he bear the pressure on his head like this?"
It was about to arouse public outrage, and these three boys thought it was nothing.
After looking at each other in confusion, the leader winked, and the one holding the child finally let go.
The child immediately jumped into his mother's arms.
Jiang Sanchang's wife felt heartbroken when she saw that the back of the child's neck was bruised.
At that time, he started shouting, "Oh, how cruel are you guys? Look at the way our children were choked. Their necks are turning purple."
Those headed by the three young men were afraid that public opinion would completely turn against the Chiang family, so they hurriedly defended themselves.
"Hey, don't protect your family. Do you know what they did? Steal!"
The last word was so good that none of the neighbors could speak.
Because the most hated thing these days is a thief. If you find a thief on the street, you should be beaten to death out of anger.
This is the general consensus.
The child's grandmother and biological mother immediately felt guilty.
But Jiang Sanchang didn't believe that his grandson would do such a thing, so he asked what was going on.
The leader said that he lived in a simple building not far from here.
I don’t have much hobbies in my life. Apart from drinking and playing cards, I like to raise pigeons and am a pigeon fan.
But recently I found that I kept losing pigeons, and I lost several of them one after another.
At first he thought he was unlucky because the pigeons he released met pigeons from someone nearby.
My own pigeons were swarmed and taken over by other people's pigeons.
But the day before yesterday, he suddenly discovered that even his prize-winning pigeons were missing.
This made him feel that something was wrong, so he quickly called some friends to help him keep an eye on the bird market at the nearby morning market.
Sure enough, today someone discovered Jiang Sanchang's son and grandson carrying a bird cage on a bicycle in the market, selling the lost famous prize-winning pigeon.
Once the owner got the information, he led his people to stop it. It was a common practice of stealing stolen goods and catching them simultaneously.
It's a pity that he was so angry and reckless at the time that he cursed in advance when arresting people.
Jiang Sanchang's son, Jiang Guoqiang, was extremely alert. At that time, he pushed the bird cage into the back seat of the car, pushed the bicycle, and beckoned his son to run away.
As a result, the guy pedaled away on his own, but Jiang Sanchang's grandson missed a step because he was too honest and failed to react, and was caught by the wrist.
That's what happened today.
Nothing else, they came to the door with their children just to claim compensation.
Either the Jiang family should quickly collect 500 yuan to compensate for the pigeons he lost.
Or hand them over and have them sent to the police station.
Okay, five hundred yuan!
When the Jiang family's neighbors finally heard this number, there was an immediate commotion.
They are all old neighbors who know the ins and outs of the matter, and everyone knows what this money means to the Jiang family.
Most of the money accumulated by the old couple of the Jiang family was used for Jiang Guoqiang's marriage in the early years.
Later, I had a grandson, and I supplemented my support.
Now that Jiang Sanchang has retired, how can he possibly make up the money?
Some people think it’s because the lion is opening its mouth. These guys are sincerely blackmailing people!
Some people say that since these prize-winning pigeons are so expensive, they must be raising a famous breed!
Others lamented on behalf of the Jiang family, saying that Jiang Guoqiang was such a prodigal and prodigal ancestor who brought disaster to the family.
I'm afraid the Jiang family is having a hard time at this time.
As for the owner of the pigeon, after saying this, he first looked at the people around him with great pride, quite unreasonable and unreasonable.
Then he looked directly at the Jiang family members arrogantly.
That means we already know that your family can't afford that much money, so let's see what you do.
I fully thought that the Jiang family would definitely have no way out, so they had to speak softly and bow to beg for mercy.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Sanchang personally asked his grandson what happened, and he was even better than them.
"You report the crime. Let the police station arrest him."
What Jiang Sanchang said was so hard that it could knock their big teeth off.
Well, it’s true that you have the mace and I have the Tianling Gai.
"What? Old man? Did I hear you right?" The owner of the lost pigeon was in disbelief.
"You heard that right! I don't want this son! Didn't you hear just now? He deceived my grandson. He told the child to buy him a mechanical pencil and tricked the child into going to the pigeon market. If something happened, he would run away.
Yes, he deserves to be a father. Even if you don't report the crime, I will have to send him to the police station when I see him. How about I go and invite the security director for you?"
Jiang Sanchang doesn't look like he's joking.
Well, the three young men were all dumbfounded. Even the neighbors were stunned. No one expected Jiang Sanchang's attitude.
But after all, a son is the flesh that falls off the mother. If Jiang Sanchang doesn't want a son, his wife can't do it, and his daughter-in-law won't agree.
The two women at home began to cry and beg Jiang Sanchang not to do this.
The neighbors also followed suit, and even Jiang Sanchang's grandson begged his grandfather not to hand his father over to the police station.
At this time, the three young men regained their confidence and started talking cheaply one by one.
"Old man, you are really successful in killing relatives for justice! But your family members are not as aware as you! I advise you to stop being stubborn and don't make your family complain about you. Besides, you are probably just such a son.
, you have to think about yourself when you get old..."
"Looking at your family's situation, it's true that you are not very wealthy. You probably can't afford five hundred yuan at a time. Otherwise, you can give us as much as you can. Two or three hundred yuan will do, and the rest will be fine."
We can give you the money slowly. Who makes us guys soft-hearted? We are not Huang Shiren..."
"That's right, money is nothing. Isn't money just a bastard? People are precious. Don't take money too seriously. As the saying goes, if a son fails to teach his father, who will take care of it if you don't take care of it? Tiger poison
, I still don’t want to eat food…”
However, the last sentence once again angered Jiang Sanchang.
"Shut up, all of you! What good things are you guys? You're just a few gangsters here making noise. I've seen bosses like you many times on Tianqiao in the past. You think I can't see that you are
What has changed? Isn’t it just the desire for money? It’s not enough to take advantage, but to be good when you get the advantage, that’s what you are like. Decades have passed, everything has changed, why haven’t you changed yet? Let’s not talk about you.
Did you really lose that many pigeons? Even if you did, without any proof, you would blame our family? In order to blackmail, you pressed our children's necks and ordered so many people to come to our house.
How fun is it to bully honest people when someone comes to the door..."
Cursing, Jiang Sanchang walked towards the three boys with his hands on his hips and stared at them eagerly.
The three young people backed away step by step.
Jiang Sanchang stared at the leader and did not take action, just stared at him.
He looked at the boy and said, "Uncle, please don't... I'm afraid of you!"
Jiang Sanchang smiled coldly and asked the boy how many pigeons he had lost and how much he should pay them.
The guy said he lost two of them, but they were both famous species and cost at least a hundred yuan each.
Moreover, the winning pigeon was also injured due to a fall, and the loss was immeasurable.
Jiang Sanchang asked if I could give you three hundred yuan.
The three young men were a little confused. At this time, no one could figure out Jiang Sanchang's true identity.
I don't understand what he really means, so I don't dare to agree easily.
As a result, Jiang Sanchang simply took out a thick wad of large tubercles from his pocket and dangled them in front of his eyes.
"It's not impossible to pay you money, but there is one thing. You have to apologize to our children."
"What?" The owner who lost the pigeon wiped the sweat from his face and said, "Uncle, are you being unreasonable this time? Your son cheated on my pigeon, and you still want me to apologize? Is this true?
Does it make sense?”
Jiang Sanchang said categorically, "Everyone heard it just now. It's my son who messed with your pigeons, not my grandson. It's someone else's business you go to. You can't take it out on your child. I'll pay you the money, and you can also call the police to demand it."
The police station arrests people. It's all up to you. But my grandson is a good boy and I can't let you become a thief indiscriminately and make his neck look like this!"
As a result, the enthusiastic neighbors also started shouting.
"It's easy for you to apologize. Look what you've done to other people's children. Can you afford to pay for it?"
"That's right, people are worth more than birds. Are you still being pretentious here?"
"Apologise! Apologize!"
Now the loser was convinced, and the two helpers next to him didn't dare to say anything.
The owner who lost the pigeon quickly bowed and said, "I'm sorry, uncle, there was a misunderstanding! If the child hadn't also run away, I wouldn't have... In short, it's too heavy handed."
The child's biological mother finally had a reason to pour out her feelings. "Don't talk nonsense, it was you who hurt our child anyway..."
The person who threw the pigeon quickly said, "Yes, yes, I'm not right, I'm not right. Otherwise, we wouldn't report the crime. As the old saying goes, this pigeon is a grudge. Let's just keep it private. Peace is more important..."
These words made the child's own mother take offense and did not dare to say anything unpleasant again.
In short, when it comes to this matter, the Jiang family is indeed at fault.
Even when it comes to the grievances faced by the Jiang family's grandson, there is an exaggerated ethics and a protective element.
But it was precisely because Jiang Sanchang made "Twelve Flower Gods" that he had a bonus of 1,200 yuan from Ning Weimin in his pocket, and he became strong-willed today.
In the end, the matter was resolved in a condescending and arrogant manner.
It makes something that was originally very embarrassing seem a little more dignified, which can't but be said to be magical.
This is really rare in a small family.
From then on, Jiang Sanchang's grandson regarded his grandfather as an omnipotent hero and admired him so much.