Guan Xiangfeng concentrated on carving, and an hour later, a pen holder with Zen characters was carved out. There was a teapot in the background. The teapot was steaming and full of Zen flavor.
Ma Laizi only has one Zen character. Without comparison, this Zen character looks pretty good, but when compared with Guan Xiangfeng's, it immediately pales in comparison... After all, Ma Laizi was originally a carpenter and was good at civil engineering work in rural areas.
He was only half-experienced in carving. In addition, he had not been thinking about Hanzhu carving for a long time. Now when they compete... Ma Laizi shook his head, knowing that he was no match for this young man.
Song Ergou and others were not unreasonable. Seeing that Guan Xiangfeng was really capable, they couldn't help but give a thumbs up and said: "Awesome! Young man, no wonder your hair is so long."
"Does having long hair have anything to do with whether you are powerful or not?" Guan Xiangfeng asked puzzledly.
Song Ergou said very seriously: "You must have been so sleepless and forgetful of food that you forgot to get a haircut, right?"
Guan Xiangfeng: "..." Guan Xiangfeng wanted to scold his mother, but he didn't know how to scold him back. These words seemed to be scolding him, but also seemed to be praising him, but he didn't say anything except MMP in his heart.
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Ma Laizi said: "Awesome, young man, you can make this bottle better than me."
When Guan Xiangfeng saw Ma Laizi admitting defeat, he raised his head proudly and said: "It doesn't matter if you lose to me. I have liked this since I was a child. I have been playing with this bamboo for several years. My teacher is a famous wood carving master in China."
, the wood carvings he made are priceless outside."
"I asked you why you are so powerful. It turns out you have a great master. You are great, you are great." Song Ergou gave a thumbs up and praised.
Guan Xiangfeng didn't know why, but every time he heard Song Ergou speak, he felt it was so harsh. Is this a compliment to him, or to his master? But he couldn't say anything...
"It's really amazing. You have such skills at such a young age. If you study hard and practice hard in the future, your future will be limitless." Ma Laizi sighed.
Guan Xiangfeng felt comfortable hearing this and said with a smile: "That is inevitable, that is the goal of my lifelong struggle. Okay, let's not talk anymore and go back."
"Wait a minute, little brother, I have a merciless request..." Ma Laizi saw Guan Xiangfeng about to leave. He became anxious, gritted his teeth and shouted.
"You don't want me to call you Bamboo Carving, do you?" Guan Xiangfeng was also smart and immediately understood what Ma Laizi meant.
Ma Laizi smiled awkwardly and said, "If it's convenient..."
"It's inconvenient! To be honest, I just walked all the way and left within two days. There are many details to bamboo carving, which cannot be explained clearly in a few words. Moreover, my teacher is sick, and I am not in the mood to teach you." After that,
Guan Xiangfeng patted his butt and left.
Ma Laizi shook his head helplessly, looked at the bamboos on the ground, and sighed: "What a pity..."
Song Ergou said: "It's not a pity, Ma Cripple. If he doesn't teach you, why don't you find someone else to learn from you? The world is so big, there must be someone to teach you, right?"
Ma Laizi smiled bitterly and said: "Do you think it costs nothing to learn something? Do you think I can still go to college at this age? Or, do you want me to leave my hometown and run out and work as an apprentice for others?"
"The front part is a bit difficult, but the back part is not bad either." Song Ergou responded immediately.
"Get out of here! I'm so old, I'm still learning shit! Just make some pocket money." After finishing speaking, Ma Laizi patted his butt and went back to the house. He said this, but Ma Laizi was not reconciled in his heart.
Although he is just a carpenter in the village, and although he basically makes simple doors, windows, tables and chairs, he has been doing it for so many years. In the past, there was no hope, so he was just dawdling. Now that Hanzhu is so good
Materials, and so many tourists coming over, his craftsmanship can be sold at a high price, and his mind has become more flexible. He also wants to make further progress... Who doesn't want to get better and better in life?
That's right, Ma Laizi didn't have any knowledge, and he didn't think about carrying forward any traditional crafts. He just wanted to live a good life, make better things, and sell more money, that's all...
Guan Xiangfeng left Ma Laizi's house and thought about how to please his teacher Jiang Zhou. He went around and around and finally settled on bamboo. For a good wood carving master, there is nothing more popular than a good piece of material.
Guan Xiangfeng clearly remembered that Ma Laizi and others said that the bamboos in the yard were the worst. Then there must be better ones here, even the best ones!
Thinking of this, Guan Xiangfeng began to wander around the village...
Song Ergou was not idle either, and followed Guan Xiangfeng. Song Ergou was concerned about Ma Laizi's performance, and decided to help Ma Laizi no matter what, but how to start, let this bearded girl teach him
Where is the bamboo carving of the crippled horse? Song Ergou followed him for a long time, just trying to think of a solution. Tiger stool with pepper water? No! A beating? Not even... How about joining forces with Wang Yougui and not giving them good food? This seems a bit unethical.
Why should you just learn someone else's craftsmanship if you ask for it, and get in trouble if you don't learn it? If word of this spread, I'm afraid he, a model leader, would be gone. After thinking about it, Song Ergou couldn't think of a suitable way.
Song Ergou was following behind. Of course, Guan Xiangfeng could see such a big living person. However, thinking of Song Ergou's previous fierceness, he instinctively chose to avoid it and ignored him. Moreover, deep down, he looked down on these rural areas.
People, especially after seeing their so-called bamboo carving skills, despised Song Ergou, Ma Laizi and others to the ground. In his opinion, these people are bastards who ruin art.
However, at noon, the sun was getting hotter and hotter, and no villagers came out to hang out. He walked for a long time and found no one to talk to. Finally, he gritted his teeth and turned around...
Song Ergou saw that Guan Xiangfeng kept walking forward, so he kept following him. He was thinking about something and did not notice that Guan Xiangfeng was walking slower and slower. As a result, Guan Xiangfeng turned around and he walked forward and found that something was wrong.
Look up!
Eye to eye!
It's nothing...
But... Guan Xiangfeng felt a soft collision on his mouth!
Song Ergou felt his chin was pricked by a hedgehog, and then...
"vomit!"
Song Ergou and Guan Xiangfeng squatted on the ground at the same time, vomiting...
"Fuck, you don't have eyes when you walk!" Guan Xiangfeng was almost sick to death.
Song Ergou followed and shouted: "Grass, you go your own way, why are you turning back?"
"Fuck! What does it have to do with you if I turn around?"
"If you don't look back, I can kiss you... ugh!"
"vomit!"
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Ten minutes later, the bitter bile that Song Ergou and Guan Xiangfeng had vomited was almost coming out. They couldn't get anything out of their vomiting, so they collapsed on the ground, staring with big eyes and small eyes, and then turned around - vomiting!
A few minutes later, the two people were back to back, neither looking at the other.