Live broadcast: My courtyard is a treasure chest

I really found the raw materials for the hairy monkey that my mother mentioned in the brocade box, and Zhang Ruixuan couldn't recover for a while.

It's not that Zhang Ruixuan didn't believe the story his mother told him, it was just that he felt sad about this time in his childhood - time passed so fast, but it went round and round, as if he had gone back to the past again.

Looking at the things in the material package, which he could still vaguely name, Zhang Ruixuan remembered that when he was invited by a friend, he had checked and checked on a mobile phone with a small screen at that time, and even more on Stay in front of the bulletin board for a long time.

At that time, Zhang Ruixuan liked to do handicrafts very much, and invitations from friends had a sense of "knowing them personally, or inviting them over a drink".

It's just that children don't care much about this, and they start making noises over a trivial matter.

Now when I look at these Xinyi, Zhihouer and other things in front of me, I find that I am no longer as curious as I used to be. My former best friend also moved away and was unable to leave any contact information...

Zhang Ruixuan stared at everything in front of him blankly, not knowing whether he should cry or laugh. Fortunately, Ding Xuan was on the side and took the initiative to sort out the materials: "I took a look, and there should be no problems with it. But after a long time, I can't guarantee whether it will become brittle."

Zhang Ruixuan's thoughts were brought back to reality by Ding Xuan. He looked at the Xin Yi, cicada slough, and white powder placed on the cleared table. For a moment, he couldn't remember what medicinal material the last one was and what it was used for: "Angelica dahurica?"

"What do you want the white paper for? To use it as a backing board?" Ding Xuan obviously didn't realize what Zhang Ruixuan was referring to, she just scanned the color of the table with her eyes, "Well, it makes sense, otherwise the live broadcast on this table might be watched not sure."

How could Zhang Ruixuan not realize that he must have admitted the wrong thing, so he simply shut up and started to recall where the latex at home was, or if it was really difficult, could he ask his mother to make some paste?

"What are you looking for?" Ding Xuan had already found a plate, poured the Bletilla striata powder into it, and recalled whether it needed to be boiled after adding water. Who knew that when she turned around, Zhang Ruixuan didn't know that she was in a room full of people. What are you looking for?

[Don’t look for it, Bletilla striata is used for bonding. 】

After saying that, Zhang Ruixuan seemed to have not heard it and kept looking around. The system saw that this stupid kid was serious about his work, but often failed to do what he wanted, and felt helpless.

[If Ding Xuan laughs at you later, don’t blame me for not reminding you! 】

"what?"

"No, no, hey, I just..."

When people are embarrassed, they often pretend to be busy. It's just that Zhang Ruixuan is now doubly embarrassed in front of the system and Ding Xuan. He can't think of how busy he is to cover it up...

"If you're not in a hurry, let's live broadcast how to make a woolly monkey first." After hearing Zhang Ruixuan's story, Ding Xuan also remembered that when she went to Tianjin, an old man bought a woolly monkey for herself. After leaving it as a souvenir, he explained to himself how to make the woolly monkey.

Neither Ding Xuan nor the system was born to ridicule Zhang Ruixuan0, so even if he saw through Zhang Ruixuan's embarrassment, the former still used a softer way to communicate with Zhang Ruixuan - children can be stupid, but children don't have good intentions. bad.

In fact, the hairy monkey thing is also very regionally restricted. Many of BJ's children must have met them at temple fairs when they were young. Whether they remember it deeply or not depends on the mood of both parents at the time, whether the children were obedient or wild and mischievous.

After getting everything ready, the two finally realized an important problem. Ding Xuan can act and talk, but doesn't know how to design the movements to look better. Zhang Ruixuan, who has always liked doing handicrafts, is the complete opposite.

Before he could finish his studies, he was taken home by his mother to play mixed doubles because of a fight with his classmates. Now that Zhang Ruixuan sees Mao Houer, he feels even more aggrieved...

[If you say so, I think this intangible cultural heritage is really a bit of a nuisance for you]

The system suddenly said such a sentence, and I really wanted to laugh and felt that this kid Zhang Ruixuan was really pitiful. In addition to the sweet memories of being with my grandfather when I was a child, whenever I encounter these things related to intangible cultural heritage by myself, what I end up encountering is indeed quite unlucky.

If this were Zhang Ruixuan when he was a child, he would definitely feel more and more aggrieved about this kind of thing, and would want to cry to you.

Fortunately, Zhang Ruixuan has grown up now, so he doesn't take this matter to heart at all. He curled his lips and went back to Ding Xuan to discuss how to live broadcast.

"Have you ever heard of the story behind the Hairy Monkey? Oh, it should be considered a legend. Have you heard of it?"

"No."

"That mainly explains to a certain extent why the raw materials for making Maohouer are medicinal materials." Ding Xuan was used to the fact that Zhang Ruixuan didn't know much about it, so she was not surprised at all that Zhang Ruixuan even told this story. Never heard of it.

"Actually, it is a story that embodies the wisdom of the working people, and because it takes place in a drug store, it explains that everything on the hairy monkey, including the adhesive, is a medicinal material..."

Perhaps knowing that Zhang Ruixuan was afraid that he would make a fool of himself if he could not explain clearly, Ding Xuan struggled for a moment and chose to give up telling the story: "Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't tell the story. As long as these steps are temporarily clear, the relevant inheritors can restore their memories better than we can." Clearly understood.”

When he started tinkering with the monkey, Zhang Ruixuan did not forget to ask his mother to make steamed buns and rice dumplings at the same time - the rewards from the previous system were still there. During the live broadcast of the production of intangible cultural heritage food, Zhang Ruixuan had no shortage of raw materials. of.

The live broadcast of the production of Maohouer officially started, but Zhang Ruixuan lost his previous enthusiasm and began to work passively in private. A hairy monkey's legs had to be dipped in the white striata paste, and for a long time he couldn't proceed to the next step.

Pushing Zhang Ruixuan with her elbow, Ding Xuan motioned Zhang Ruixuan to look in her direction: "Just stick it on. I can't ask how well the two of us can do."

"Just like when you were doing opera before, you didn't need to force yourself to be an amateur, but you could still do it decently. That's what we can do." Ding Xuan didn't know why Zhang Ruixuan was so good at it. .

"Oh." Zhang Ruixuan responded dully.

In fact, it was not Zhang Ruixuan's good face. In fact, he was scolded for pretending to be there. Later, the two girls kindly participated, but they were also said that the head is not the head, and the head is not the head. of……

In short, Zhang Ruixuan has nothing else to do now, mainly because he is afraid of being scolded!

[Xiaofeng Canyue: I saw temple fairs when I was a kid, but I haven’t visited them much in recent years, so I don’t see them that often]

[I’m full every day: Don’t mention the temple fair. I went to the temple fair when I was a child. I originally said it was a good thing, but I didn’t curse or hit anyone during the year! 】

[Xiaofeng Canyue: Brother, tell me your pain, everyone will be happy~]

Zhang Ruixuan looked at the barrage and couldn't help but think of how badly he was beaten and scolded that day. Zhang's mother and Zhang's father were not so short of money, but because they felt that children should not be so unscrupulous in order to achieve their goals.