Both of them were riding bicycles, Zhao Ye was holding Biejia, and Father Duck was holding Duck. Soon they arrived at Guta Hutong, Zhao Ye's small courtyard.
After unlocking the door and entering, the yard was full of dead grass.
The duck's father, Wang Mantang, didn't pay much attention. Old houses were almost always like this. He looked around in every room, and finally went up to the roof. Zhao Ye was afraid that he would accidentally fall off.
Fortunately, they were professional and we finally came down safely.
"Yezi, this house is no longer in use. The beams are almost rotten, and the repair is of little value. We can only push it to rebuild." Wang Mantang gave professional advice.
"Uncle Wang, I think so too. I came here today just to show you how many materials will be used to rebuild it. Can you help me make a total? It's best to make a list so that I can prepare it.
"Zhao Ye said
"Well, are you planning to build something like this, or do you want to change the style?" Wang Mantang asked next.
"Uncle Wang, I'm thinking about it too. I'm thinking of building a brick-concrete structure, but it still looks Chinese-style on the outside. Look at this. This is what I figured out when I was free. I painted it.
A picture." Zhao Ye reached out and took out a large picture from his trouser pocket, which he drew on a computer in space.
"Young, your drawings are so detailed." Wang Mantang saw that you had put great care into the drawings. The lines and data were so detailed.
Duck and Biejia also came over to take a look. But after Wang Mantang saw clearly, they looked a little embarrassed.
This is a small foreign-style building, and he doesn't know how to do this.
However, in front of the children, he was embarrassed to say that he couldn't do it, and he suddenly felt bad.
Why build a good Western-style building? What's wrong with traditional craftsmanship?
"Uncle, do you think this is okay?" Zhao Ye saw Wang Mantang's expression change and felt a little bad.
"This, um, ah, is it okay?" Wang Mantang hesitated a little.
On the other hand, Bijia spoke at this time: "Yezi, your style is a bit like our Russian style. I have seen the design drawings drawn by my father, and yours is very similar to his."
"No, no, no, it's better. This is not the Russian style. If you want to say it's similar, it's just based on the drawings. It's just a scientific representation of the similarity. But I plan to use modern scientific architectural methods to apply
Traditional Chinese architectural aesthetics, soft traditional craftsmanship methods, comprehensive practicality and culture, enhance the experience of the entire building. How can this be said to be the style of your country?"
"Are you sure that your drawing, which is simple enough for me to understand, can achieve so many things as you said?" Bie Jia was disgusted with Zhao Ye's pretentious behavior. Although he didn't know the word pretentious, he
I experienced the bad feeling of being pretended to be.
"Of course not, I'm just a high school student!" Zhao Ye said matter-of-factly.
"Pfft!" Duck laughed, and then he probably thought it was not good to laugh like this, so he explained: "I'm sorry, I couldn't hold it in."
"Then what's the use of all your talking? It's all in vain if you can't do it." Bie Jia retorted.
"How can this be useless? Don't you look at who is standing here? This is our country's top architect, the continuation and founder of traditional crafts, the country's great craftsman, Wang Mantang and Uncle Wang.
"Zhao Ye flattered him at the right time.
"Oh, what are you talking about? I don't dare to take it. I don't take it. It's too praised. It's too praised." Father Duck waved his hands repeatedly, but everyone could see it. Father Duck's nose turned red with excitement.
Ya'er looked at his father and then at Zhao Ye. He didn't know when the two of them had such a friendship. Does Zhao Ye deserve to praise his father so much?
"Yezi, I'm not saying that Uncle Wang's abilities are incompetent. I'm saying that these traditional things should have been replaced by modern craftsmanship. This is the inevitable result of historical progress. Progress cannot be made by sticking to tradition. You should understand
In this reality, no matter how proud you are of your tradition, to be honest, it is outdated." Biejia continued to refute.
Zhao Yexin said, "You still want to pursue someone else's daughter? At this level? It's weird that someone likes you!"
As expected, Wang Mantang was angry that his son had replaced him and became the captain of the construction team. This boy was good. The one on the left was "replaced" and the one on the right was "outdated." Wang Mantang was furious when he heard that he was his daughter's friend.
Even if the relationship was even close, he would want to hit someone.
Wang Mantang tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart and told himself not to hit anyone, not to hit anyone. After reciting it silently several times, he said: "I think what this classmate Yezi said is very good. Our tradition has been continued for several times."
How can it be outdated after a thousand years? Indeed, I don’t understand the things you use to build small Western-style houses now. But you still don’t understand our traditional craftsmanship, so don’t laugh at anyone.”
"Uncle Wang, I didn't mean to laugh at you, I just discussed the matter as it happened." Bie Jia also heard that Father Duck was unhappy and hurriedly explained. But it was okay that he didn't say anything, but he discussed the matter as it happened, which made Wang Mantang even more angry.
Oh, the co-author is not talking about me, he is talking about the things made by our ancestors that are no longer good! You know a lot about football, even your father would not dare to say that.
Before Wang Mantang could speak, Zhao Ye answered: "Bie Jia, you said let's just talk about this house. In your country, there are many houses designed with a very high spire. Don't you think that
Is it a waste of labor and materials?”
"How can you say it's a waste? It's tradition. Don't you think it's spectacular and beautiful?" Biejia quit, and he can't say that his motherland is not good.
"Haha, Biejia, you also know that it is tradition, so what's wrong with me insisting on our tradition? After all, what belongs to the nation belongs to the world." Zhao Ye spread his hands and said with a smile. Just
Inadvertently, he told what later generations would say.
"What belongs to the nation is what belongs to the world! Oh, what you said is so good." Duck immediately caught Zhao Ye's words.
"Uh!" Zhao Ye didn't react for a moment. Is this what I said?
"Xiao Zhao, what you said is good, what you said is good, what belongs to the nation belongs to the world. Isn't that the case?" Wang Mantang also strongly agreed with this statement, including Bie Jia on the side, who was also very happy
Recognize.
"Xiao Zhao, what are your plans for this house? Please tell me in detail and see if my uncle can help you. It doesn't matter if I don't know how. Bie Jia's father is an architect. I will ask his father when the time comes.
Go." Wang Mantang was now full of confidence and no longer worried about being pushed by his son.
What did Zhao Ye say just now? We are the inheritors and pioneers of traditional craftsmanship! This successor is not included in the world, but is this a pioneer?
Let’s start from this small courtyard.
In this way, during the heated discussion among several people, the appearance of the house gradually took shape in his mind. As for how to realize it, Wang Mantang needed to make the order.
Participating in this discussion were: Comrade Zhao Ye, a time traveler; Comrade Wang Mantang, a master of traditional architecture; Comrade Biejia, the son of a Russian architect; and Comrade Wang Guoying, a representative of the masses.
After thorough discussions, all parties participating in the meeting made a preliminary plan and are waiting for relevant parties to further implement the specific details of the project.
It was past noon, and Zhao Ye proposed to treat everyone to dinner, but Comrade Wang Mantang objected: "Let's all go home and eat. It's my first time to visit your uncle Wang's house. Can I still let you treat me? Go home, go home."
It was hard to refuse such kindness, so Zhao Ye could only be respectful rather than obey orders.
Mother Duck had already started preparing meals at home, but it was past noon and the few people hadn't come back yet. Just as she was about to ask someone to look for her, she saw Wang Mantang coming back with a few children.
Mother Duck hurriedly welcomed everyone into the house, and then went to the kitchen to cook. She liked this young man very much, and was very satisfied with it in every aspect. Her daughter was hanging around with a foreign boy all day long, and she was very worried about what she was saying.
.
The main reason is that she is afraid that something will happen to her children. If she gets married, won't her daughter have to go to another country? It will be difficult to see her in the future. How can she marry in the capital? She can visit her at any time if she wants to
look.
In this day and age, lunch can be called a sumptuous meal. Zhao Ye also felt something about it, but as long as he didn't tell the truth, he would pretend not to know. He had no plans to find a girlfriend now. Even if he did, he would have to go to college first.
In addition, he always feels very awkward when getting along with girls of the same age in this era.
After dinner, Zhao Ye left. Duck Dad continued to study there with the drawings left by Zhao Ye, and he no longer looked embarrassed. Now he has a higher pursuit, that is, how to integrate the East and the West.
Architecture allows traditional architecture to achieve higher development with new technologies.
If this can be done for him, haha, then Wang Mantang will be worthy of his ancestors. It is very beautiful to think about it.
Zhao Ye did not go home directly, but went to the legendary Pigeon Market. Of course, the Pigeon Market during the day was just an ordinary street, and the market only became lively at night.
However, it is not that there are no people during the day, but there are scattered people selling various tickets. In fact, this is also allowed by the state in disguise. Because some people don’t need some tickets, and some tickets are in urgent need. If it weren’t like this
It is also a channel that can easily cause unnecessary confusion.
Therefore, for the purpose of facilitating the masses and stabilizing society, general bill buying and selling is still allowed. Of course, there will also be police officers who will conduct inspections from time to time to prevent real speculation. As for whether it will accidentally injure the masses,
That can only be said to be inevitable.
After going around in a circle, Zhao Ye actually bought some tickets, most of which were national food stamps, and some tickets for industrial products. The food stamps were prepared for Uncle Han and the others. After all, they were leaving in the evening.
, I definitely need to eat.
He didn't know if Uncle Han had enough, but he prepared some and they would always come in handy.
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