Golden Fishing Village

This is really an unexpected gain and an unexpected blessing.

Ao Muyang thought that the person Quan Tao was introducing was an old man who needed a job to raise and treat his children, but he did not expect that he was an old craftsman.

To put it bluntly, this is an old artist!

He was born at the seaside and has seen a lot of shell carving craftsmanship. As Liang Fulai said, there are many stalls selling shell carvings on Hongyang Beach. Most of these shell carvings are machine-made products and are sold to tourists as souvenirs, so the prices are very high. It is high, but you can negotiate the price. The actual transaction price is often very cheap, and you can buy it for just a few dozen yuan during the off-season.

The two are not the same thing. The shells carved by machines are all the same. The uniformity here is not the image created by the carving, but the technical style and lines. There is too much similarity.

The things Liang Fulai hand-carved are lifelike. To use a common saying in the art industry, the things he carved seem to have souls. This is a work of art.

After listening to his appeal, Ao Muyang waved his hand and said, "Go and close the door."

"Ah?" The group was surprised, and Ao Wenchang even asked: "Why are you closing the door?"

Ao Muyang smiled and said: "Prevent the old man from running away, this is an artist!"

Upon hearing this, Liang Fulai also smiled, flattered: "What kind of artist are you? I just rely on this craft to make a living for the rest of my life. Alas, in fact, I almost don't have enough to eat."

He had been suffering all his life and was used to sighing when he spoke.

Ao Muyang said: "From now on, if you stay in the village, you can eat delicacies or seafood if you want. You don't have to worry about eating. I will find you a place to stay first..."

Quan Tao said: "I live there. There is an empty room next to me, and my brother and I can take care of each other. He can turn my daughter over when I am at work."

Liang Fulai asked excitedly: "Village chief, did you agree to keep me?"

Ao Muyang said: "Our village will definitely welcome talents like you. I will not only keep you and give you a stall, but also give you a basic salary. From now on, no matter whether you sell shellfish or not, or how much you sell every month Beidiao, I’ll give you a basic salary of five thousand yuan!”

The old man was dumbfounded, and Quan Tao was extremely envious. He pushed the old man and said, "Why are you so stunned? Why don't you thank the village chief quickly? The basic salary is five thousand yuan. Oh my, this is a skill that is amazing."

Liang Fulai looked at Lao Ao blankly and asked, "Is there a basic salary? Why are you giving me a basic salary? I thought I had to pay stall fees to the village."

Quan Tao said happily: "Does this need to be said? It must be that the leaders care about your craftsmanship and your talent. Can the leaders see how many stall fees you pay? Ordinary people in Longtou Village can't set up stalls even if they pay money. ”

This is the truth. Ao Muyang does not allow random stalls in the village, especially some so-called souvenir stalls. He understands these industries. They are full of tricks. Those souvenirs are junk. Tourists will know that they have been fooled after buying them for a long time. If you are deceived, the image of Longtou Village will be damaged.

Liang Fulai is different. His craftsmanship is the essence of folk customs. The items sold may be expensive, but tourists will never suffer a loss after buying them. The longer they last, the more they will understand their preciousness.

The old man had lived at the bottom of society for too long and his life was too hard. For a moment, he couldn't believe that he had such good luck.

After repeatedly confirming that not only did he not have to pay the stall fee, but he also had an extra basic salary, Liang Fulai's trembling legs softened and he knelt down in front of Ao Muyang.

Ao Muyang was startled and quickly reached out to help him up.

Liang Fulai was so excited that tears came to his eyes. He held Ao Muyang's arms tightly and said, "Boss, thank you so much. It's really great. Thank you so much! Thank you so much! I don't know what to say." What's good, really, Sichuan baby, if you kneel down to the leader, they will give us a way to survive..."

The young man looked at them indifferently, then frowned and tilted his head, showing no reaction.

Ao Muyang said: "No, no, hey, old man, we are cooperating and this is a win-win situation. Don't think of this as charity. Besides, I also have requirements for you when I give you a basic salary."

"What's the request? No matter how hard you die!" the old man said with his fists in an ancient style.

Ao Muyang said: "That means in the future, if anyone in our village is interested in your craft and wants to become your teacher, you have to teach them."

Liang Fulai slapped his thigh and said: "Of course. Leader, you don't know. My craftsmanship is inherited from my father. Our ancestors have always relied on crafts such as shell carving and tapestry to make a living. Now no one values ​​this craft and they all go to learn mechanics. Even though I have advanced skills, I am still worried that this skill will be lost in my hands.”

"You're bound to have students."

Ao Muyang was thinking of Ao Jinfu. This young man had been bored at home with Ao Zhiman and didn't know what he was doing. But Ao Muyang knew that he had a pair of skillful hands, and he was very good at wood carving, stone carving, bamboo strip weaving and other crafts. He hoped that Ao Jinfu could also learn the skill of shell carving.

In this way, Liang Fulai and his grandson were settled, and Jiang Xiaoyu enthusiastically packed their luggage. The village warehouse contained bedding, pots, pans and other daily necessities, which were previously used by the resort service staff.

Quan Tao was about to leave happily, and Ao Muyang said to Ao Wenchang: "You pay Lao Quan 5,000 yuan and pay it to the village account. This is a reward for him."

"Is there any reward?" Quan Tao asked happily, rubbing his hands together.

Ao Muyang patted him on the shoulder and said, "What you found for the village is not an ordinary worker, but a craftsman."

He had always felt that the village lacked new development gimmicks. Liang Fulai's arrival gave him inspiration. Perhaps the fishing village could continue to develop by focusing on folk crafts, rather than simply letting tourists come to eat and drink.

From that day on, a shed was erected at the crossroads of the village. Shells of various sizes were placed at the door, including river clams and sea shells. An old man was working with his grandson inside, and some carved crafts were hung inside the shed.

After this matter was settled, it was December. Whether in terms of solar terms or temperature, Hongyang had entered winter.

As soon as December came, a light snow fell.

The crystal snowflakes fell in and out of the village, on the mountains and in the sea. The ocean was still vast. The arrival of snow had no effect on the vast sea, but the village and the mountains had changed greatly and had become a world covered in silver.

Seeing that it was starting to snow, Ao Muyang took out the wild prickly ash picked in autumn. He steamed it and put it in a bowl, and placed it one by one on the roof.

Lu Wuyi stood in the yard and looked up, shouting: "Brother-in-law, is this okay? Are you using it to feed the cat?"

"Eat it yourself." Ao Muyang said, and each bowl was covered with plastic wrap. When he was a child, he would not even cover the mouth of the bowl when making frozen sea buckthorn, letting the snow fall in.

The snow was still very clean at that time.