The Era of Hard Work

In late autumn, heavy hoarfrost fell, whitening the ground. At first glance, it seemed that it had snowed.

On the east side of the village, before the sun climbed out of the horizon, the chants of going to work sounded, and the construction site of the resort instantly came to life. Temporary prefabricated houses are neatly arranged at the foot of Girl Mountain. The blue roofs are connected with the burning torch trees on the mountain. The so-called ice and fire are two heavens.

This is called a mountain in name, but in fact it is a large earth bag with a radius of less than one mile, but it gives the resort a place to rely on, and it becomes a beautiful place surrounded by mountains and rivers.

Just like twenty years ago, no one dared to imagine that China could have such a rapid development, and the people in Lujia Village did not expect that the wasteland that was placed under their noses in the past without blinking, more than ten years ago in order to prevent The torch forest, which has been troubled by soil erosion and planting, has become one of the scenic spots in the county.

In fact, many people in Lujia Village, especially the villagers in the responsible field at the foot of the so-called Girl Mountain, have thought of burning down the torch forest in winter.

Because the torch tree is an exotic tree species, it lacks enough natural enemies, and its developed root system continues to invade the surrounding farmland.

The sun gradually climbed to the horizon, and a large number of vehicles entered Lujia Village one after another. Some tricycles or motorcycles with trailers entered the village directly, and most of the cars went to the east.

Across a resort construction site, many people got out of the car, pointed at the fiery red girl mountain, and some people directly set up their cameras to take pictures.

Just in this late autumn, under the vigorous publicity of Qingzhao County, many people made a special trip from other villages and towns to appreciate the red leaves of Shuangshan Mountain.

At the gate of the old village of Lujia Village, a quaint old-fashioned archway has been erected, and the words of Lujia Village are clearly visible on the plaque made of solid wood.

Further inside, many vendors set up stalls, scattered on both sides of the market street.

Starting from this month, Lujia Village has officially resumed the Lujia Village Grand Fair, which opens on the first and sixth of the lunar calendar, warming up for the folk culture village in advance.

In the past, when the official road left Lujia Village, the Daji Village in Lujia Village was once prosperous, and that was also the period when Lujia Village lived the best life before liberation. The Daji and the official road traded so that the people in Lujia Village had the financial resources to build all-brick houses. , not adobe houses with thatched roofs.

However, the big market in Lujia Village has disappeared for decades, and people who go to the market, whether buying or selling, are subject to strong inertia. Even if Lujia Village offers various preferential measures for street vendors, the number of vendors coming to the market is still not many.

However, there is also a favorable condition. Lujia Village is now well-known, and its attraction is not small. The nearby Majia Village, Liuwan Village and Zhangwan Village are not crowded, so it is relatively easy to gather buyers.

There are more consumers, so there is no need to worry about the lack of sellers.

There were not many people selling things at the fair, but there were quite a few people who came to hang out. At this time, many people gathered at the door of an old-fashioned blue brick house, watching the three people, old, middle and young, busy at the door.

"Okay!" The gray-haired Lu Zhending gave an order: "Open the mold!"

Lu Jianren stretched out his hand, took the small hammer from Lu Dong, and lightly knocked open the outer mold, a crack opened, revealing a gleam of golden light inside.

"Golden?" Some onlookers were surprised.

Another person stared: "It's really golden yellow."

Regardless of the discussions around him, Lu Jianren quickly opened the mold, revealing the golden casting inside.

Lu Dong squatted down, took a closer look, and asked, "It's done?"

The casting was almost cold, and Lu Jianren brushed it lightly to see Lu Zhending, who is experienced in manual casting. Lu Zhending knocked on it, looked through it again, and said, "It's done."

Lu Jianren asked Lu Dong, "Where are the photos?"

Lu Dong took out the photo of Jin Danglu unearthed from the Luozhuang Han Tomb, handed it to Lu Jianren, and said, "Seventh Uncle, the appearance is very similar."

Lu Jianren took the photo and looked at it for comparison: "It still needs to be polished."

Someone in the crowd shouted: "Lao Qi, where did you get such a big lump of gold? And you made such a thing."

Lu Jianren casually picked up a fingernail-sized scrap and threw it to the man.

The man caught it and took a bite, then spit out with a "pooh", and threw it back: "Damn it, this is brass."

Lu Jianren didn't say a word, and together with Lu Zhending, he polished the newly cast brass to be Lu.

Someone watched the report on TV and asked, "Zuo Shandiao, what are you doing with the things from the tomb? Isn't it bad luck?"

"This is Danglu!" Lu Jianren put on a face of a cultured person: "You don't understand, the style unearthed from the Luozhuang Han Tomb can only be used by ancient kings!"

He could speak nonsense casually, clapping the brass in his hand Dang Lu and said: "This represents wealth and auspiciousness!"

Everyone in the vicinity knew that the mountain sculptures in Lujia Village were amazing, and someone immediately shouted: "You don't want to take this, but replace the one dug out from the tomb?"

Lu Jianren said with a bit of disdain, "If you want to eat in prison, go by yourself."

The cast brass Dang Lu still needs to be polished, and Lu Jianren and Lu Zhenyi are busy again. At best, Lu Dong is just a spectator, and occasionally fights.

"Master Zhen Ding, Uncle Qi." Lu Dong asked, "Is this suitable?"

Lu Jianren was the direct person in charge, nodded and said, "This one is fine, the small ones in the indoor museum are fine."

Lu Zhending answered, "Hurry up and cast the biggest one tomorrow."

This is not Lu Jianren playing around with itchy hands for a while, nor is he trying to imitate and make counterfeit products, but a serious job.

One of the Luozhuang Han tomb projects undertaken by Lujiacun Construction Company is to provide imitation gold pawnshops.

Because among the series of national treasures unearthed, although the value of chimes, chimes and four-horse carriages is higher, they are not unique on the whole, and the styles are a bit ordinary, so it is impossible to hang them as Luozhuang Han Tomb Museum. For the icon, an expert group headed by Professor Fan and the director of the National Museum finally selected the exquisite and unique golden Danglu as the icon.

That is, the pattern of gold as Lu will be registered as the trademark of Luozhuang Han Tomb.

After the completion in the future, at the entrance of the Luozhuang Han Tomb Museum and at the entrances of various museums, gold coins will be hung.

The Lujia Village Construction Work Company, which was responsible for the construction and decoration of ancient buildings, naturally took over the job.

Well done, the profit margins are huge.

Ever since Lu Jianren followed Lu Dong and saw the unearthed national treasure at the excavation site of the Luozhuang Han Tomb, he had the idea of ​​imitating it and studied it for a while. This time, he teamed up with Lu Zhending, who has been doing hand-casting for decades, and opened the mold many times. After experimenting, good results were finally obtained.

Even Lu Dong didn't expect that the unreliable things that Uncle Qi was thinking about randomly could be used at this time.

While busy working, Lu Jianren said, "Uncle Zhen Ding, this job is done, there is still work to do, enough for you to work until this time next year."

Lu Zhending took a sip of water from the thermos cup, knowing that Lu Jianren's words were unreliable, so he looked at Lu Dong: "Dongzi, what else?"

"I said Uncle Zhen Ding, what do you think Dongzi is doing? He doesn't care about the construction company, what does he know?" Lu Jianren said in a tone: "I have always been in charge of this matter."

Lu Dong smiled: "I really don't know."

Lu Zhending is a handicraft handed down from his family. In recent years, he has used some modern techniques and has been doing hand-casting for decades. Regarding Dang Lu's account, he has a clear mind and said immediately: "Old Seven, Uncle Zhending People, you also know that when you talk, you are a nail, and I won’t talk to you about anything else. The rest of the work can keep up with this time. When Nail got married, the three..."

"Our own men, don't say such things." After all, Uncle Qi was just playing with his tone, not really wanting to pick something, so he interrupted Lu Zhending directly and said, "Uncle, can you do the work of bronze?"

Lu Zhending smiled: "Bronze has a low melting point and is easy to handle."

Lu Jianren said: "At the museum, the four-horse carriage frame and many bronze tripods, such as Chunyu, have to be imitated accordingly. Some of them are enlarged so that they can be placed outdoors. At first they said they were made of resin, but the county disagreed. Let it be made of bronze, but it has to be imitated."

Lu Zhending’s decades-old craftsmanship is not lacking in technology and confidence: "As long as there are samples, small pieces are not difficult. No matter how good the ancient craftsmanship is, it is nothing compared to modern craftsmanship. Many lost craftsmanship, What is lost is the manufacturing method of that era, not to say that it cannot be made in modern times.”

Lu Jianren responded casually, "Yes."

Lu Zhending said: "Large items are very troublesome, and we will find a special factory to cooperate with."

Lu Jianren asked Lu Dong: "Dongzi, do you have any connections in this area?"

Lu Dong shook his head: "No. Seventh Uncle, you should ask Professor Fan."

"Professor Fan thinks I'm not serious, so he's not willing to talk to me." Lu Jianren said with rare helplessness: "I've said ten words to Professor Fan, and it's good if someone can get along with me."

Lu Dong complained from the bottom of his heart, it was because the other nine sentences you said were all nonsense.

Lu Jianren said again: "You have a good relationship with Professor Fan, and you are also friends with his student. You can help me and ask, and then you will be counted as a commission."

Lu Dong didn't care about whether to raise the commission or not, but when it came to Uncle Seven, if he didn't make a decision, he felt uncomfortable all over: "Uncle Seven, can we change the commission if we said it?"

Lu Jianren said seriously: "Can your seventh uncle fool you? The company is entrusted to me. I said I will give you a commission, and I promise to give it to you."

Lu Dong smiled: "Okay, Uncle Qi, I'll make a call right away."

Although there were not many sellers on the market street, there were quite a few people wandering around in the four nearby villages. When Lu Dong entered Master Zhen Ding's house, he took out his mobile phone and looked for the number. Thinking that Professor Fan might have a meeting in the province, he simply called I got Ma Ming's call.

It was quickly picked up over there. Ma Ming just returned to Quannan, and said that he would ask a few senior brothers to ask. It may take a lot of effort for people outside the industry to find this kind of thing, but people in the industry are not counted. Disaster.

When Lu Dong was about to hang up the phone, Ma Ming suddenly turned around and said, "By the way, the matter you asked me to help you with last time has some clues. I'll go back to Qingzhao's construction site tomorrow. Shall we meet and talk?"

"Okay." Lu Dong replied, "I'll see you tomorrow."