Golden Fishing Village

Jiang Xiaoyu is enthusiastic and kind. She knows Quan Tao's situation and has always sympathized with Quan Tao. So when she saw Quan Tao being so nervous, she brought a cup of hot tea over and said, "Tao, take a sip of tea. It's really cold today. Is your tongue frozen?"

Quan Tao felt more relaxed when she joked like this.

The bearded man took a sip of tea and said, "My daughter's disease is difficult to cure. Then I often went to big hospitals, and then I met an old man. He was a nice guy, but his life was not good. Then I wanted to help Help him. Anyway, I got help from the village so I can survive. I just want to help others as much as possible. But this old man is short of money and I don’t have much money, so I just want to see if I can find a job for him in the village. He makes some money, and he has to raise his grandson. His grandson also has a problem, and he has autism, which is difficult to treat. Oh, village chief, do you understand what I mean? "

Ao Muyang understood what Quan Tao meant. While seeking medical treatment for his daughter, he met an old man with a child. The old man's child suffered from autism and was in a bad situation and needed to survive.

So Quan Tao wanted to help him, so he came to ask the village if he could provide him with a job.

Ao Muyang felt that he could help if he could with this kind of thing. After all, people didn't come to ask for money, but they came to find a job.

He asked: "How old is the old gentleman?"

Quan Tao said: "Are you in your seventies?"

This puts Ao Muyang in a bit of a dilemma. What kind of work can he do at the age of seventy? He thought he was in his sixties.

Quan Tao has always lived at the bottom of society and has a good ability to observe people's emotions. When Ao Muyang's mood changed, he immediately noticed it and quickly stood up and said: "Village chief, the old man is outside, why don't you meet him? He is actually It’s pretty awesome, he has a unique skill.”

Ao Muyang nodded and said, "Bring him in."

Quan Tao hurriedly went out, and soon a hunchbacked old man with snow-white dry hair and a wrinkled face came in shakily leading a teenage boy.

Seeing Ao Muyang sitting behind the desk, the old man bowed formally: "Hello, leader."

Ao Muyang went over to help him up and said, "Sit down, sit down, there's no need for this."

Quan Tao stood by to help and said: "This is the village chief. He is a very upright and kind man. He is definitely a pillar of the country. Tell him about your situation and let him give you some advice."

The old man seemed to have seen the world, and he acted much calmer than Quan Tao. He said: "Hello, village chief, I am Liang Fulai, and this is my grandson Liang Xiaohu. I am sixty-eight years old this year, and Xiaohu is twelve years old. ,well."

"This child is doing well except for autism. After his condition was confirmed, his mother left home. In the past few years, his father, my son, has taken care of him. As a result, God did not give the poor a way to live, and his father also He was sick and had cancer in his stomach. Alas, there was no way out, and his father committed suicide. I had to take care of the child. "

Having said this, the old man couldn't help wiping away his tears, while the child sat quietly next to him, staring at the "History of the Party" on his desk, motionless.

Ao Muyang also felt uncomfortable. This was such a miserable family.

The old man took a breath and said: "Autism is difficult to cure, but it can be cured, but it costs a lot of money. Old man, I am at this age and there is really nothing I can do, so I asked Brother Quan Tao to help lead the way. I want to find a way to survive in your village. ”

Ao Muyang said: "I'll find a way to arrange it."

He has no choice but to help with this kind of thing, and he treats villains even more cruelly, but he is not cruel at all when it comes to dealing with such poor people at the bottom.

The old man Liang Fulai said: "Village chief, you don't have to be embarrassed. I'm old and can't do heavy work, but I have a skill. I know shell carving. When I came to your village, I just wanted to set up a stall to sell shell carvings. My skills are not bad. There are many tourists in your village, and I know that your place is the place with the most tourists in Hongyang, so if you can let me set up a stall, I think I can still support myself and the baby. "

Hearing this, Ao Muyang was a little surprised. He thought that the old man, like Quan Tao, just came here to find work: "You know how to carve shellfish?"

To put it simply, shell carving is to make sculptures from shells. Professionally speaking, it is to use colored shells, skillfully using their natural color, texture, and shape. After cutting, grinding, polishing, stacking, pasting and other processes, they are carefully carved into flat pieces. , semi-relief, inlay, three-dimensional and other handicrafts of various forms and specifications.

This kind of handicraft was once very popular in history because it brings together the beauty of the sea and traditional culture. It combines the natural beauty of shells, the technical beauty of sculpture and the style beauty of Chinese painting. It is as exquisite and luxurious as jade, and has a unique Art style.

Liang Fulai opened the rag bag he was carrying and carefully took out a white shell the size of an adult's palm.

He showed the white shell to Ao Muyang. It was a shell sculpture, and inside was a long golden dragon. This dragon's claws stepped on auspicious clouds, its eyes showed majesty, its scales were delicate, and its body was smooth. Although it was attached to the shell, it was made of hollow craftsmanship. It is carved and has a full three-dimensional effect. When the old man shakes the shell, the light flashes and it seems to come alive, surging faintly in the shell, as if it is about to fly out.

Looking at the shell carving, Ao Muyang was shocked and said: "The old man has great skills, you are a master!"

Liang Fulai smiled bitterly and said: "What a master, it's a folk craft."

"The masters are among the people, and the masters are among the people." Ao Wenchang, who was watching from the side, exclaimed repeatedly.

Ao Muyang agreed with this sentence and asked: "Old man, your skills are extraordinary. With such skills, are you afraid that you won't be able to make money?"

Liang Fulai said with a sad face: "Village chief, how much do you think my five-clawed golden dragon can be sold for?"

Ao Muyang said: "Should it start at least one thousand?"

Liang Fu laughed at himself and said: "You are the only one who knows the goods. If I set up a stall on the street, who would spend a thousand yuan to buy such a thing? There are many shell carvings on the Hongyang Beach. They don't even cost a hundred yuan. Just bargain for a few dozen yuan. , and the cost is only a few yuan, and the machine can carve out a lot of them in one day. In addition, I heard that this thing is cheaper online, costing more than ten yuan each.”

"But you carved it by hand, which is much more valuable than what was carved by a machine." Ao Muyang said.

"Yes, I have confidence in my craftsmanship, but why do people on the street need to spend so much money to buy my goods? After all, the ones worth more than ten yuan are not much worse than mine." The old man said frustratedly, "And I There is no way to start a price war with others. I can't afford it. It took me four days to carve this shell. If what I carved in four days only sells for tens or a hundred yuan, how can I feed my children and give them back money? see a doctor?"

He added: "There is no market on the street, but I thought it could work in your fishing village, because I read in the newspaper that tourists here are rich and recognize the goods, so I came to give it a try."