I am eighteen, I am the living ancestor, the whole village comes to bow down to me

The painting is so vivid, but the painting is so vivid.

I asked you to paint.

I didn't ask you to paint so vividly?

Look, it looks like the real thing.

Everyone was stunned.

[I am a painter. I can't practice this godly brushstroke without ten years of practice.]

[Yes, this is a fine brush painting. I saw that the calligraphy of the grandfather was so good before. I didn't expect that he could paint so well. This brush really lived out its value in the hands of the grandfather.]

And the next second.

They were even more stunned.

I saw that the grandfather took out a piece of pear blossom board.

The line drawing just drawn was pasted on the board with paste.

After drying in the shade, wet the surface with water, scrape off a layer to expose the line drawing.

Next, use the wooden knife to carve on the board.

The old man was very serious throughout the whole process, lowering his head and holding the carving knife tightly.

Seeing this scene.

Xiao Xueqing and Xiao Hei dared not breathe.

Everyone knows.

This step is the most difficult.

Carving on wood requires strength.

It also requires 100% carefulness and patience.

If there is a slight mistake, you have to start all over again.

[It's over, I dare not breathe when I see it, for fear that the old man will make a mistake. ]

[Hey, can you stop being so nervous, it makes me almost suffocate. If you make a mistake, just start over. The old man should not embarrass himself so much. 】

【The above, you are a layman when you say this. The pearwood used by the grandfather must be prepared half a year in advance and washed with running water for a full half a year. Only in this way can the wood board be easy to carve and not easy to deform and crack. 】

【I learned +1.】

【To be honest, in this live broadcast room, if you don’t have some knowledge, you really can’t understand what the grandfather is doing. 】

【I really need to read more books in the future, otherwise we can’t understand what the grandfather is doing. 】

【Thanks to the grandfather, I have the motivation to learn again. 】

【I can learn a lot of new knowledge by watching the grandfather every day. It’s not an exaggeration to say that the grandfather is my teacher. 】

The carving process takes a long time.

In addition, the grandfather is very serious and doesn’t say a word.

For a while, the scene was very quiet.

In theory.

During the live broadcast, in order to keep the popularity, the anchor will always create an atmosphere.

Make a very lively appearance to attract the audience.

However, at this time, the live broadcast room was quiet and no one spoke.

The number of people did not decrease, but increased.

More than 200,000 people were quietly watching the old ancestor's carving.

Because the fans knew.

Such live broadcast content is meaningful.

This is real art, worth appreciating.

And at this moment.

A middle-aged man with a sad face happened to see this live broadcast room.

After seeing the picture on the phone.

The middle-aged man was shocked.

"This... this young man is actually making woodblock New Year paintings?"

"Oh my God, so young, this technique is so good."

The middle-aged man was amazed again and again.

His name is Zhu Changbai.

Zhu Changbai's father is about 90 years old and is a very famous woodblock New Year painting craftsman.

He is also one of the few craftsmen in China.

His father is old, but he has always been worried.

He is worried that after his death, this craft will be completely lost.

Zhu's family started out by making woodblock New Year paintings since ancient times, and they have been making a living from this for generations.

Until his generation...

Under the influence of many factors, this traditional folk custom has gradually declined. It can't be blamed on anyone. Everyone needs to eat, and now, relying on this alone is not enough.

In order to support the family, there is no other way, so Zhu Changbai did not inherit his father's craft.

This move almost brought the relationship between father and son to an end...

Until his father got old and realized his good intentions, he accepted him as his son again in these years.

Zhu Changbai also loves his father deeply, so he has been managing the old man's affairs in these years.

Recently, his father has made Zhu Changbai particularly upset.

It may be because he is getting older.

My father knows that he will not live for many years, but the closer he is to death, the more unwilling he is.

He is afraid that after his death, this craft will disappear completely, and he will go to the underground at that time, which will be sorry for his ancestors.

Therefore, the old father was so worried that he couldn't eat and sighed every day.

The whole family was worried.

If this continues, let alone a few years, I'm afraid it will be...

I couldn't get through the months.

And now.

Zhu Changbai looked at the old grandfather in the live broadcast, and his turbid eyes immediately lit up.

He took his mobile phone and ran upstairs with excitement.

"Dad, look!"

"Look what this is?!"

Zhu Changbai ran to the bedroom.

On the huge bed, there lay a silent old man.

Hearing the sound, the old man slowly turned his head, not very energetic.

"Didn't I say that I can't eat and don't want to eat."

"I didn't pass on this craft in this life, I'm sorry for my ancestors, let me starve to death, and in the underworld, I can give an explanation to my ancestors."

Hearing his old father saying these unlucky words again, Zhu Changbai was helpless.

"Dad, you don't have to think about these, the craft of this woodblock New Year painting can be passed on."

Hearing this.

The old man's turbid eyes immediately lit up.

"You, what did you say? You didn't lie to me, did you?" The old man widened his eyes in surprise and looked at Zhu Changbai with a cautious look.

"If you don't believe me, look for yourself." Zhu Changbai laughed happily.

Such a smile.

It has been a long time since he showed it on his face.

At this time, the old man also took the mobile phone and took a look.

He saw the young man on the screen, who was carving the wooden board with very skilled techniques.

Each of these was full of skill and strength.

The old man narrowed his eyes and trembled all over.

"This force is too strong. It can be said that it is not inferior to me, even..."

"Even stronger than me!" The old man took a breath.

He said this, but the old man was very happy.

After being happy, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"There are so many experts among the people. They are so good at such a young age. I was afraid that this craft would not be passed down."

"I didn't expect that not only are there people doing it, but they are doing it much better than me. I was rated as an expert..."

"Compared with this young man, I am not worthy." The old man was very embarrassed.

Last year, he was rated as an expert in this field by the country for his woodcut New Year paintings, and he also won a big prize.

At that time, the old man was very happy and thought that he was really a top figure in this field.

And until now, he saw Qin Feng.

The old man deeply realized what it meant that there are always people better than you.

"Yes, this young man is not only good, but also very low-key. This mentality is really rare." Zhu Changbai looked at Qin Feng with full appreciation.