The Little Lucky Girl

Qu Zhiqiang stroked the saddles hanging on the wall. Each one was made by him and his partners bit by bit over many days.

He remembered every pattern and every inlay on it.

But today people no longer ride horses, so saddles are no longer useful.

His small shop often had more expenses than income, and his son did not continue to learn the craft because he was afraid that he would not be able to support himself, and he could not find any reason to persuade him.

He didn't know how long he could hold on, but if even he stopped doing it, would this craft be lost?

He and his partners knew that they should adapt to the current situation, but they could not find the direction on how to make the transition.

The words of this little boy from outer space today seemed to light up a bolt of lightning in his mind.

He picked up a pen and tried to draw a miniature saddle.

Placing such a small saddle on the desk not only conveys good wishes for peace and safety, but also ensures that the memories of the grassland will not be forgotten by people.

An hour later, he walked out of the world of the painting and found that his wife had sent him a message asking him to pick up his grandson from school.

Qu Zhiqiang looked at the time and thought, luckily, he could make it in time and his wife wouldn't have to scold him.

The little grandson was so happy to see him because his grandfather finally spoke to him.

He first took his grandfather to the canteen, got a few bags of snacks, and then came to the vending machine, "Grandpa, I also want this blind box."

Qu Zhiqiang bought one for his grandson and saw him happily open it and couldn't let go of the palm-sized toy.

If their saddles were also included in the blind box...

The little grandson played with it for a while, then looked up and said, "Grandpa, I want to buy another one."

Qu Zhiqiang handed him the money without thinking.

The little grandson noticed that his grandfather was absent-minded today, but was particularly easy to talk to. He tentatively asked for money and bought three toys in a row. Finally, he was satisfied and went home happily holding the five toys.

As soon as he entered the house, Qu Zhiqiang handed the child to his wife, snatched the five toys from his hands, returned to the studio, and called his partners back.

He said what he thought, "What do you think?"

The friends fiddled with these small toys and found that if the saddle was transformed into a toy, its operability would be greatly improved.

Although it is a bit helpless, it can bring their saddles back into people's sight.

One said: "We can make it into a DIY product and let everyone assemble it by themselves. This will be more fun."

Another one also said: "Why not just make it into a figurine. Add horses as well, and let them freely combine them, just like changing skins."

Now that we have horses, we might as well arrange for people to come. Qu Zhiqiang said, "How about we find Xiaoye and the others and make a few little men in armor?"

Everyone was happy and said, "Why don't you notify them quickly? If it's too late, they might have to arrange a performance."

The armor made by Xiaoye and his group of young people is even more niche than their saddles. Fortunately, they also have musical talent and have survived over the years by relying on the money earned from the band's performances.

As soon as the two sides came together, more sparks flew. Qu Zhiqiang said, "After the armor is reduced in size, it will be much more difficult to retain the exquisite craftsmanship. Are you sure you can do it?"

Yestai felt that he could overcome it. He smiled and said, "While we are still young and our eyesight is still good, let's fight this time."

"But we can't do the image of the horse well, it's better to ask an expert to design it."

Everyone thought of Dean Gu, who was an expert in painting horses. Unfortunately, they had just rejected the institute's invitation to move in a few days ago, so they felt a little embarrassed to ask Dean Gu for help now.

Qu Zhiqiang felt that he was the oldest and could be more shameless, so he took the initiative to make the call.

Dean Gu was very happy after hearing this. He felt that this was a direction, and if the attempt was successful, it could also be extended to other inheritances.

He immediately drew a few horses. This was the image of the horse in his mind, very handsome yet also well-behaved.

But Mr. Gu thought about it and felt that he should listen to the young people's ideas, so he contacted Zhengdao.

"I think we can make the image uglier and more anthropomorphic, like adding a one-eyed dragon or buck teeth."

Dean Gu found the suggestion of the sermon very interesting. "Can you please help collect more people's ideas, preferably from young people from all walks of life who are very different from each other."

Zheng Dao laughed in his heart, thinking that it was really suitable to ask him to do this.

He immediately opened several games he often played and shouted into them, "Brothers, help me..."

After several rounds of deliberation and finalization of the image, the research institute invested money to help implement it, and first launched 2000 units to test the market. Unexpectedly, it became very popular and even became the target of scalpers.

Zheng Dao quickly contacted Ming Youyou, "Hurry up and choose a set, otherwise it will be sold out."

Ming Youyou was depressed, "But I don't have any points anymore."

"No points required. Actually, this matter is related to you, so we will give you a set for free."

Ming Youyou's eyes lit up. After hesitating for a long time, she finally chose a fat general in armor.

He seemed to have just sat on the horse when he leaned back, as if he had farted; the warhorse under his crotch was also fat, with a few pieces of grass in its mouth, and seemed to know its master's behavior, and rolled its eyes.

Zheng Dao took a look and nodded, saying, "You have a good eye. This one sells the best. Everyone thinks that the white eye roll is very vivid, especially for people in the workplace. They buy it to quietly point the horse's head in the direction of their leaders."

The institute opened pre-sales, and not only were they sold out quickly, many people also made requests, hoping to be able to provide customized services and carve their own faces on them to fulfill their dreams of becoming a general on horseback.

Then everyone thought it would be nice to wear it in real life, so in addition to Tang suits and Hanfu, there were also young people wearing armor, clanging and walking on the streets.

The two stores of Qu Zhiqiang and Ye Sitai also became popular, and the orders were overwhelming.

Mr. Qu quickly called his son back and said, "Come and work for your father. I will pay you double the salary."

His little grandson now watches him make saddles every day and is extremely interested in it.

The masters of the two shops took time out from their busy schedules to get together. Young and old were all drunk, and everyone said with tears in their eyes: "Our generation has finally preserved the craftsmanship of our ancestors."

After listening to the reports of Qu Zhiqiang and Ye Sitai, Dean Gu invited the two teams again, "Come and take a look. Don't make a decision yet. I just want to treat you to a hot pot meal."

The sheep that they raised with special grass have grown a lot, and the old man plans to call everyone together to enjoy the food.

He said to Secretary Shen, "This time, take out ten first. In addition to those who came, send one copy of the rest to those who didn't come."

Secretary Shen said in embarrassment: "You don't know, all our sheep have been reserved."

Dean Gu was surprised, "Who ordered them all?"