There are very beautiful folk buildings in China. Nancy had seen Hui style houses last time. This time she thought the ancient buildings in Yuhe County were quite interesting. Two foreign girls wandered around the old streets of Yuhe County with Sikong Ling on the left and right. Unfortunately, the intrusive telephone poles and the old Chinese medicine advertisements on the telephone poles that specialize in treating venereal diseases destroyed the beautiful picture. In a backward place, it is never possible to find true beauty.

Nancy is more interested in architectural art, while Chuan Chengjiang is interested in small things. At the end of the old street, they found a folk craftsman who sells noodle shops. There were bamboo sticks inserted on the plastic box, and there were vivid dough people hanging on them. The most interesting one was Jiang Taigong, who sat cross-legged with a straw hat on his head. On the face of the dough guy with a thumbs-sized face, several wrinkles "float" on his forehead, and he looked at it with a happy expression. Sikong Ling told Jiang Taigong's story to Chuan Cheng, and she liked it even more.

It is certain to do a few transactions, but Kawasumichan wants to learn this craft even more. She has never seen this thing in Japan.

Sikong Ling first blamed Kawasuke for being so happy that she saw it, but Kawasuke said that she wanted to learn to make some auspicious things to give Sikong a gift for her wedding. In her heart, only things she made by herself were the most precious and thoughtful ones.

Sikong Ling thought this was quite interesting and said to the artist: "Uncle, I want to buy 9999 face-to-face guys, can you do it?"

The craftsman was shocked. Although it was a big business, there were too many of them. I was trying to cut off my old arms and legs. When I asked, I was going to give a wedding gift to the girl. The craftsman said that he would pinch one at ten minutes at the fastest, and one hundred a day would be enough. For only one thousand, I would be so tired that I could finish it if I didn’t have a rest for at least three months.

So, Sikong Ling smiled evilly and said with a grip on his face: "I hope the more I will look more festive. I am the only girl. Of course, I have to support her with all my heart when she gets married. Otherwise, you teach us, and we will teach others to do it together, and strive to be the 9999 fucks, good luck and eternal price, it's easy to say, just based on your current retail price, I will be worth a penny."

The business has been negotiated.

When Sikong Yi heard the brother's creativity, he jumped up happily and naturally joined the ranks of learning dough makers and captured the strong men. Later, the county party secretary was brought in to study, not to mention the aunts and aunts. As long as the living person was pulled to contribute to this unprecedented feat, the Sikong family was responsible for food and drink, and even those who were far away were still controlled.

This is a big project, and Sikong Ling teaches everyone. Since it is a big project, it must be divided into work and cooperation. It is unrealistic for so many people to learn to make a whole process, but if each person only learns one or two processes of the process, it will be simple. The last process will naturally be completed by Kawasumi and Nancy Chan, who have a fine art work foundation.

Everyone was surprised to find that Sikong Ling was very interested in this project that seemed to have no practical significance, and even was unprecedentedly kind to everyone in order to make the big project progress smoothly.

Mr. Zhu, a craftsman who received a large deposit, happily became a master and taught these little white and old white guys to tinker with such supreme happiness gadgets. Because there were more than 30 apprentices, they were quite fulfilled. These thirty apprentices inexplicably found that Sikong Ling respected Mr. Zhu very much, and they were all very good at it, which made the old man even happier.

In fact, Sikong Ling respects people who create beauty and happiness products. For example, among Jobs and Gates, he likes Jobs more. As for Gates, as for pure businessmen, he almost talks about lack of capitalism. He despises these people in his heart, so he even mocks Gates when he does charity. Isn’t Gates’ impression like this? But in Sikong Ling’s heart, taking IE product as an example, after Gates used a Windows-integrated killer to destroy Navigator, he once occupied 90+ of the browser share, and you said 100% of it is OK. Then what did Gates do? Reduce the IE team, which was originally known as one thousand engineers, to

Several! A large number of bugs are not improved, a large number of extremely poor experiences are not improved, and a large number of their own set of standards exclude international standards to build technical barriers, including BasicScript, including the infamous reason that almost all Chinese banks only hold IE - ActiveX, and many display and rendering technologies that do not meet the WWW recommendation. This is because Microsoft wants to delay the process of the Internet era of client and PC side being marginalized, and continue to make a lot of money. The lack of capitalism is unwilling to use new technologies and new means to make life better and more convenient. In fact, they have the ability to innovate. They are just in the direction of evil under the guidance of the capital demon.

Uh... it's gone too far.

More than 30 amateur craftsmen were very happy because they did not have to hurry up the construction period. The Sikong family asked Sikong Ling to choose a suitable auspicious day. He said that he would make these little faces well before making a decision, and there was no rush.

The regular name for the face is to sculpt the face, with thousands of shapes, and the more festive ones include dragons, phoenixes, and tigers, which represent the auspiciousness of dragons and phoenixes, and tigers drive away evil spirits. In addition, the escape of Taotong means avoiding disasters. Fish means the joy of fish and water. If the rabbit does not know why it represents tigers, Mr. Zhu can't say it. Anyway, "Happy Fish and Good Rabbit" is also necessary. Anyway, it is not time to catch up on the construction period, and the master's master has enough materials and has created jade rabbits carrying fairy peaches, goldfish carrying pomegranates, and the twelve zodiac signs...

So many small faces are placed in large groups, with rich details, vivid shapes, pleasant and colorful colors, bright and beautiful, lines and surfaces, dots and blocks, sculptures and paintings, clumsy and cleverness, which is a strong and moving artistic scene, so festive that it is beyond words. Sikong's little sister is so excited that she can't help but ask her brother to come back is the most correct decision she has made in her life.

After development, it is normal for all small towns to contribute bricks and tiles to the residence of their ancestors. It is a normal idea for Sikong's father to build an ancestral temple when he is smoking. Therefore, this is the topic discussed at home during dinner today.

Sikong Ling asked his father: "What celebrities are there among our ancestors?"

Dad: "Confucius! I have told you a long time ago that Confucius was Sikong from Lu. Later, when our ancestors fled, they had to hide their names and decided to change their name to Sikong. I told you when you were three years old, you never believed it, but this is true."

Sikong Ling: "...Take me a look at the genealogy."

My father quickly went to search the treasure chest and took out the genealogy at the bottom of the box for Xiao Sikong to read.

When Sikong Ling saw that the first name of the genealogy was "Sikong Sheng", he couldn't help but laugh. The ancestors of the Sikong family would really put gold on their faces. The ancestors of the Duanmu family were Duanmu Zigong. Haha, if this was true, the relationship between the two families was too deep. But Sikong Ling never believed this kind of lost things. Even if his father said it seriously and the genealogy was written in detail, Sikong Ling still didn't believe it, but he was still a little happy to see an ancestor named Sikong Tu.

He pointed to Sikong Tu's name and asked, "Is this Sikong Tu who wrote poetry?"

My father was displeased: "What is Sikong Tu who writes poetry? It is Sikong Tu, a famous poet in the late Tang Dynasty. He has mastered twenty-four poems throughout the ages. Didn't I teach you to memorize them since I was a child? Can you still memorize them now?"

Sikong Ling: "It is not the spirit of the gods, not the faintest. It is like a white cloud, a clear breeze and a return home. If you lead it far away, it is no longer there. There are few Taoist agreements, but it is ultimately contrary to the customs. The chaotic mountains and trees are chaotic moss and the fragrance of the green moss. When you recite and think about it, the sound will be more and more amazing."

Sikong's father laughed: "Ha, there are twenty-four poems, do you only remember this 'Superience'?"

Sikong Ling curled his lips: "You don't know my memory. I just like this genre the most. This late Tang poet is more reliable, so forget about Kong Laoer..."

Sikong's father said angrily: "Bao, bah, bah, bah, bah, stutter! How dare you call the ancestor's name? No, this is a derogatory title!"

Sikong Ling said coldly: "The strong wind blows water, and the forests are destroyed. It is hard to die, and it cannot be restored. A hundred years old is like a stream, wealth and glory are cold ashes. The road is lost every day, if a hero is a talented man brushes his sword, it is so sad. The fallen leaves are falling, and the rain and moss is leaking. Do you really understand these poems? A hundred years old is like a stream, wealth and glory are cold ashes. What's the use of the ancestors? The more awesome the ancestors, the more you appear, the more incompetent you are now. No one is allowed to mention that Confucius is our ancestor, so as not to laugh at others! Sikong Tu... is not that famous, but it's better not to say. In this way, I will build a monument for Sikong Tu, without mentioning that he is our ancestor, which is to be a ancestral temple."

Sikong's father wanted to be angry, but now his son's wings are hard, and the whole family obeyed him. The father had to sigh and didn't understand the son at all. He said weakly: "It's really our ancestor, why can't we mention it? No one believed it before, but who dares not believe it now?"

Sikong Ling: "Don't talk about our family tree, the entire history of China is a filthy history that has been changed by ambitious people and those who are interested in changing, lewd and stolen, and absurd words are all over the paper, and no word can be believed. Our Sikong Ling does not need anyone. Any ancestors come to gild my face. Even if it is true, they should avoid suspicion, because these things are not trustworthy at all. The rootless Ping is just a joke. Do you think I am great now? You can wait and see, as much praise, slander you can, and be mentally prepared!"
Chapter completed!