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In order to learn paper carving better, Changan asked his uncle to buy a set of paper carving tools, such as a carving knife and some colorful thick linen paper. He also bought a lot of paints.

Afterwards, the family went to the study next to the county school and bought a test basket for Wu Zhonglou.

Everything in the test basket is equipped with the best.

After returning home, Changan left the clay statues behind and became obsessed with paper sculptures.

She saw various paper carving techniques books from Yuyu, one of which was very interesting.

Just draw a character on thick linen paper, then carve out its various parts, and then splice them together. For example, sticks are poked into the joints and the eyes are made movable, somewhat like shadow puppets.

Put these parts into the hollow thick linen paper sandwich in order, and twitch the paper pieces connected to the arms. The characters will seem to move, and the eyes of the paper figures will also move around, as if they are alive.

Chang'an spent two days making a colorful paper sculpture that could move, and then showed it to Little Hoe and the others.

The little hoe and the village children were all shocked. Based on their knowledge, they had no idea why the people drawn on the paper could move.

"Master." The little hoe looked at the little master aggrievedly, "I want to learn too." The master hadn't taught him the craft for a long time, and the little hoe felt that he was about to be abandoned.

Changan nodded proudly: "Okay."

She was about to make a set of comic stories. With the help of a little hoe, she could do it faster. Hehe, there will definitely be many children who will like to watch it.

A few days later, Chang'an and Little Hoe finally made a complete set of paper sculptures of comic stories and bound them into a book.

Then the two moved a stool to the old locust tree, opened the album and showed it to everyone.

The picture album tells the story of Hua Mulan joining the army in place of her father.

Chang'an put the picture album upright on a stool and asked the children watching to sit on the ground to watch, so that the people behind would not see it.

Next, she and the little hoe twitched the mechanism in the mezzanine to make the characters in the middle of the painting move.

Chang'an also narrated the story and learned the dialogues with his voice. The little hoe also cooperated with the speech of other characters:

"Come to make trouble while I'm not here? I'm going to bully you!"

"Oh, oh, oh! Have mercy on me! I won't dare to do it again!"

"Wow wow wow! My Mulan is so powerful!"

Onlookers:.

But watching the two dolls tell stories in sweet voices, complete with moving colorful figures, was really captivating. Even people from other villages who carried water came to watch.

After reading a picture album, everyone was still not satisfied and asked to read it again.

Therefore, Chang'an, who could not resist the hospitality, had to demonstrate it again with the little hoe.

Unexpectedly, people who watched it for the second time not only refused to leave, but also asked to watch it again.

Chang'an felt his voice was hoarse and regretted showing off.

So she picked up the book and ran away.

The little hoe also quickly picked up the bench and ran back after the little master.

When they got home, the two children looked at each other and smiled.

"It's fun to make this, much more fun than making clay figures." The sense of accomplishment recognized by everyone made the little hoe very excited. He decided to spend less time making clay figures and learn to make moving paper sculptures from the little master.

Anyway, his father has made a lot of money, and it is said that it is enough to build five large tile houses.

Moreover, the eldest brother and eldest sister are also engaged. The family no longer needs to rely on him to earn money. She only needs to save some money to marry a wife in the future.

Chang'an nodded: "Let's make some interesting story books and sell them for 500 yuan each."

"Five hundred dollars?" The little hoe was surprised: "Is it too expensive?"

Chang'an: "It's not expensive. Look how much paper we used. We also had to draw characters, um, and make up stories."

It takes a lot of time to make one, not to mention that the paint is a big expense, and each character is made with several layers of hemp paper.

Little Hoe scratched his head: "Okay."

He really enjoyed making this picture album, but he was not good at drawing, and the characters were not as cute and lovable as the little master's drawings.

But it doesn't matter, just follow the master and learn from it.

When Mrs. Wu saw her two children starting to draw and carve paper again, she picked all the persimmons at home and peeled the hard yellow persimmons to make persimmon cakes.

Slightly soft persimmons are buried in plant ash and can be cooked thoroughly in just a few days, and the astringent taste can also be removed.

Place the peeled persimmons in a box to dry in the sun. When they become soft, flatten them and continue to dry them.

When the sun is almost dry, you can put it in the jar. After a while, the persimmons will slowly grow a layer of white frosting.

On this day, Chang'an and Little Hoe made another moving paper sculpture album, and they both knew the lines on each page by heart.

The two once again took the album and the bench to show off.

As a result, as soon as we arrived under the old locust tree, dozens of people, including adults and children, gathered around us.

"What's the story today? Come and show us."

"Hey, don't squeeze!"

They couldn't help but push each other in order to see the picture clearly.

Chang'an looked at the picture album in his hand and felt that it should be bigger so that he could read it.

"You all sit down, don't crowd in front of us." The little hoe commanded everyone to sit in a row.

So, a group of children sat in the front, and the adults sat in the back, all stretching their necks.

Chang'an put the picture album upright on the stool and opened the first page face-out: "Today I will tell the story of the female ghost of Lanruo Temple."

"Once upon a time, there was a scholar who went to take exams and stayed in a temple on a rainy day. When he was sleeping at night, two women suddenly walked into the Zen room."

This time Changan has gained experience and told the story vividly, and then combined the layers of scenes in the animation book to match.

The dark night, the moon, the slowly opening door, and the graceful woman slowly walking into the door, simply stared at everyone.

Even Lu Jingzhou was attracted by this picture album and couldn't help but squeeze into the crowd.

When Chang'an talked about the tree demon Granny coming to catch the female ghost Xiaoqian, everyone gritted their teeth and wanted to rush forward and tear the monster in the album into pieces.

The little hoe who voiced the dryad felt a pain in his back. He turned around and saw that a strange child had punched him hard.

"What are you doing?" The little hoe got angry.

"Bad!" The child glared at him fiercely, clenching his hands into small fists.

I saw that he was wearing fine cloth clothes. Although there were no patches, they were very dirty, as if they had not been washed for a long time.

The little hoe stood up awkwardly and pushed the child hard: "You are the bad one! Are you still justified in hitting people for no reason?"

The child was pushed to the ground, but he did not cry. Gulu got up, turned to Chang'an again, and still said to the little hoe: "Bad monster!"

It turned out that the child had been squatting behind Chang'an and Little Hoe and listening to the story. He was so immersed in the story that he mistook Little Hoe for the villainous tree demon.

Everyone burst into laughter, and someone urged: "Don't worry about this fool, just keep on acting."

The little hoe felt aggrieved and wanted to stop performing, but he couldn't bear to let so many people down.

So, the little hoe pinched his nose and continued to dub the dryad.

Fortunately, Ning Caichen also did his own voice, otherwise he would really quit.

After finally finishing the demonstration of a picture album, he was about to pick up the picture album and go back, but was stopped by everyone.

"Can you play it again? I'll buy wontons for you to eat." A scholar-like man said.