Grandpa mute wants to carry this back, and it seems that he is planning to use it like this.

But Liu Qingshan couldn't bear to let go, so he asked his master to put down the amber wood, took a knife, and shave it up a few times.

The amber wood is very hard, and only scrapes down the layer of soil and humus attached to the surface, revealing a beautiful brown-red color inside.

The grease is very good and the texture is beautiful. It should be the amber wood formed by the falling red pine, buried underground for thousands of years, and the grease gradually deposited.

It was too wasteful to use it to burn the fire. Liu Qingshan thought that he would carry it back and make it into a bracelet and give it to his grandfather, Professor Wang and his master.

When you are fine, some old men can play with it, which will at least be able to clear your mind and be beneficial to your health.

So he gestured to the master and explained it. Grandpa mute nodded while listening, and didn't care much.

Originally, in this era, people's first priority is to fill their stomachs. If anyone has nothing to do and play with a bracelet all day, it will be regarded as inappropriate.

After Liu Qingshan finished speaking, the mute grandfather gestded happily again, roughly saying:

There are all kinds of things, in the forest, and in Xiao Songjiang. No one takes this as a good thing, and it’s all burned to the fire.

Liu Qingshan also knew that the buried woods were called amber wood, while the buried woods in the rivers were called wave woods. They were all kinds of strange shapes and were deeply loved by sculptors.

So he sent the amber wood and two antlers to the side of Woodcut.

The mute grandfather brought an object from the back of the wooden house.

Even with the master's divine power, it was so difficult to move it up, so Liu Qingshan hurriedly went up to help.

Wow, it's so heavy!

The huge pressure from his arm made him realize the weight of this thing and the true power of his master.

If he asked him to carry this thing, there would definitely be only one ending: just press down.

This is a huge tree stump, with a height of more than half a meter. The diameter of the wooden stakes on it is very thick, and it is estimated that two people need to hug each other.

Below are a few whirlwinds like dragons. The entire stump is actually a huge piece of amber wood, revealing the meaning of simplicity and nature.

The master and apprentice worked together to move the big tree stump to the front of the house. With a thud, Liu Qingshan felt that his arms were soft and he could no longer raise any strength.

However, my eyes were filled with surprises, and I kept spinning around the wooden stakes, and I loved it the more I looked at it.

If you polish it carefully, it will be a natural large coffee table, or it will be enough for a dining table.

Especially the three main roots that are circling and bending below are like three legs, supporting the wooden stakes above.

There are still a few small roots around. After counting, there are eight in total. A little crafted, they are eight dragons.

Good things, really good things, Liu Qingshan is now full of one word: natural decoration.

"It's just a pot of boiling water. The firewood is not big enough. This piece of Matsu Akiko is so big. Qingshan, please help your aunt chop the fire."

An aunt's voice came from beside her, which scared Liu Qingshan to death. She quickly spread her arms and hugged the big tree stump.

Unfortunately, this one was too big, so I barely hugged half of it: "Auntie, don't burn these Matsu Akiko anymore. Let's keep them all and open a sculpture hall in the future."

Especially Songjiang Langmu, the shape is really erratic. You can store it slowly now, anyway, no one wants something now.

After that, the value of undulating wood and amber wood was discovered by people, and they happened to have an exhibition hall in Jiapigou, which is also a major feature.

The aunt curled her lips dissatisfiedly: "What's the use of this thing? It's just a fire-burning item."

Then she found a few rotten woods, stuffed them into the pot, and boiled water for everyone to drink.

Liu Qingshan followed his master and patrolled for a few times until the work was over in the evening. Then he followed the large army and carried wild vegetables down the mountain.

The big amber wood is too heavy, so I can only slowly go down the mountain in the future, just take the small piece that tripped him back, which is enough to process a bracelet.

There were two antlers inserted in the backpack, and the remaining space was filled with tender leaves of the thorn rod.

When we got home, it was almost dark. In the yard, the fourth and fifth brothers were dancing rubber bands with Xiaoman and a few girls. When they saw Liu Qingshan, they immediately rushed up.

Liu Qingshan picked up the two antlers behind and pressed them on his head:

"Moo, it's a kid, moo--"

A group of children were chattering and running around the yard. The little old lady ran and said with a smile:

"Brother, Dalulu doesn't call you like you!"

Liu Qingshan gently used his antler to pull the second roar. The guy sat on the ground and kicked his legs, looking unhappy: "Why don't you push others? You have to push me?"

Liu Qingshan was justified: "Who asked you to be a wild boy and play with a group of little girls."

Er Jiazi was about to cry, but when he thought that what Brother Qingshan said made sense, he got up and helped him remove the big backpack behind him.

The eldest sister Liu Jinfeng walked out of the house and asked Liu Qingshan to wash her face and eat. The food was hot in the pot.

Seeing so many thorn sticks, Liu Jinfeng also looked happy: "It just so happens that steaming buns will be steamed tomorrow morning."

My mother Lin Zhi also came to the courtyard: "Let's make dumplings, make dumplings for your grandfather. Tomorrow is your grandfather's sixty-sixth birthday."

Liu Qingshan also slapped his thigh: "Oh, I almost forgot about my work. I have to have a good birthday with 66th birthday."

According to local customs, on the 66th birthday of the elderly, as children, they must make 66 dumplings, and they must eat them all in one meal.

The elderly have poor appetite, and of course few people can finish eating, so what should I do?

Of course there is a way, so you can reduce the size of the dumplings and make them all into very small dumplings, which can be eaten several in one bite.

The reason why the old man’s birthday on his sixty-sixth year is valued is because there is a saying among the local people: when a person reaches his sixty-sixth, the King of Hell will eat meat.

Another common sentence is: Seventy-three eighty-four, the King of Hell will not ask himself to go.

So sixty-six, seventy-three and eighty-four are all great obstacles, and we must celebrate it well and be lively.

Tomorrow is my grandfather’s 66th birthday, and there must be meat to make dumplings. But now, it is not a festival, so where can I get meat in the countryside?

Moreover, the dumplings must be made of meat, because the King of Hell wants to eat meat.

Liu Qingshan looked at the sky and his eyes were getting dark. Even if he drove to the county town, he probably had no place to buy meat, so he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

At this time, my mother smiled: "During the Chinese New Year, I kept two boxes of canned lunch meat and prepared it all the time. I would use the lunch meat to make meat stuffing and make dumplings."

As a result, lunch meat is also meat.

In this era, canned food was not regarded as junk food like later generations.

Canned food at this moment, whether it is canned fruit, canned fish or lunch meat, is definitely high-end food.

The problem of making dumplings was solved. Liu Qingshan went into the house to eat a bite of rice, and then carried the piece of amber wood to Zhang Duozi's house.

It just so happened that tomorrow was grandpa’s birthday. He saw if he could carve the bracelets and give them to grandpa as a birthday gift.

Zhang Duozi had just returned from Caishan and was having dinner. Several of his younger brothers also took the time to weave chicken cages.

This new-style chicken cage has always sold well and has brought more than 300 yuan in revenue to his family.

In addition to the two dividends before the New Year and the money for selling mountain goods in the past two days, the family's savings were also less than 2,000 yuan.

All this money is enough to tell the three boys about their wife!

So Zhang Taozi's father has stopped sighing all day long recently. His life has come to an end and his energy is getting stronger and stronger.

I was even happier to see Liu Qingshan coming.

The villagers in Jiapigou all knew that their thriving days were all caused by Liu Qingshan and everyone.

Liu Qingshan told Zhang Tiaozi about doing bracelets, and the latter agreed.

Originally, Liu Qingshan thought there were no modern tools, such as hole punching machines and polishing machines, so he couldn't do it.

He didn't go home either. He worked in the warehouse with Zhang Duozi for half a night before he polished the bracelet.

"Qingshan, I really didn't expect that this thing was so beautiful!"

Looking at the string of translucent brown-red bracelets, Zhang Shuzi was also amazed.

If he hadn't watched Liu Qingshan carry a piece of Song Akiko with his own eyes, and they processed it together, he would have been unable to believe that something like Song Akiko could make such a good thing.

"Qingshan, you said we should sell this, is anyone willing to pay for it?"

Zhang Taozi couldn't help but ask.

Liu Qingshan played with the bracelet and smelled a faint rosin in his nose, which was also refreshed.

After hearing Zhang Tiaozi's inquiry, he shook his head and nodded: There must be very few people who buy it now, and it will definitely be a hot item in the future.

However, looking at Zhang Duozi, he suddenly felt a sudden change in his heart: In terms of skill, Zhang Duozi dares to say that he is the best at Jiapigou.

Since there is the idea of ​​using wave and amber wood to open a carving hall in the future, why not ask Zhang Tiaozi to go out and learn this craft?

Liu Qingshan had never been in contact with this kind of business. He decided to wait until Master Lu brought the fake treasure jade here and ask Master Lu for advice, it would be best to find a master for Zhang Taizi.

Looking at the Shanghai watch on my wrist, it was almost twelve o'clock, so Liu Qingshan said goodbye and went home to sleep.

The next morning, Liu Qingshan ran to the mountain and returned quickly, with a happy master following behind him.

Grandpa Mute is now a member of their family, and he must participate in such a major event.

The whole family gathered together to make dumplings.

Grandpa’s dumplings were all made by Lin Zhi by himself. They were all small and exquisite, which made the little brother envious and kept begging Liu Jinfeng:

"Sister, is it okay to make small dumplings for me and Shanxing?"
To be continued...