Ten Mile Room

"There are still fourteen days left before the first Changhui Art Conference!!"

The bloody and bright red characters were hung on the wall of the old stage by Uncle Huang again.

These days, he reminded him of this every day, and it became more and more enjoyable to do.

Moreover, in order to ensure the deterrent effect, his big characters are getting brighter and more lenient day by day.

As the time away from the Art Conference gets tighter day by day, there are more and more handicrafts that old neighbors can produce.

For example, the big characters written by Uncle Huang and the landscape paintings painted have already been framed early, and they are hung up in the name of drying every day in a false appearance, and all the neighbors are invited to comment.

But, what is the point of this?Tasting a rotten peach is almost the same!

The cultural level of the old neighbors is generally not high, but Pinda Rouguo is very skillful. If you say the calligraphy is big and black, there are quite a few people who say it.

Of course, all in all the neighbors agree, Uncle Huang is naturally proud of his heart and humble in his mouth, but the courage to write reminder banners is getting stronger and stronger, and often reaches the level of power through the back of the paper. It's getting higher and higher.

In addition to Uncle Huang, Jiang Gezi also gave a lot of advice to the old ladies in the old street.

Like in the past, at the end of the new year, every family worships their ancestors.According to the old rules, cattle, sheep, and pigs were all slaughtered in the past, and they had to be roasted whole for sacrifice.

Didn't the folks have no money? Later, everyone made noodles instead.

Now Jiang Gezi made the whole dough and named it Dough figurines. He invited the old ladies to join in the fun and made some big and beautiful dough figurines to support the venue. What if he won an award?

Among other things, just to get an encouragement award, it is said that there will be a bonus of [-] guan.

Afterwards, the old lady asked Jiang Gezi what she was making with noodles.

Jiang Gezi just looked at Chang Qingshan with a deep expression and said nothing.

Then the old ladies say, oh!knew!Just pinch a mountain temple.

To this day, Jiang Gezi has not seen that temple.

But the old neighbors who helped said that it was really grand and beautiful.

Just be happy.

There is also Sister-in-law Duan, who has already made more than [-] kinds of home mosaic works.

There are various door curtains, curtains, not to mention the covers on the bed, she also filled a lot of cushions with leftover materials.

I have used old cloth for half my life, and it was the first time I used new cloth to make mosaics. At first, the fourth sister-in-law Duan had no inspiration from being tortured by the new cloth, and her hands shaking when holding the scissors.

Not only her hands were shaking, but even fourth brother Duan's hands were shaking.

Later, when the hands trembled a lot, they became numb, so they hurried. The works of these two people also saved a lot, and they were placed next to Uncle Huang's works every day in the name of drying them. Come and have a look, but it's still passable.

The old neighbors still understand this mosaic and hot gourd, so they rushed to kill Duan and his wife, and wished they could go back in time and do it again.

By the way, those embroiderers also went to the nursing home and invited Grandma Wugu to come back as an embroidery instructor.

There are also bamboo baskets and flower baskets made of bamboo slices. The old silversmiths in the street have also melted the silver pieces at home, and are going to knock out a few sets of good jewelry.

Even the aunt who came to the old street to sell soft twist, she was muttering, do you want to make the most beautiful soft twist and participate in a competition or something?

Then some neighbors from Laosanxiang fanned their noses and wings, and said something very contemptuous, you are not from our Laosanxiang, and it is a kind of homework to enter the competition by yourself... Oh, the work requires If you pay [-] guan for the venue fee, you also need [-] guan for the management fee. Do you have it?

Naturally... there is no such thing.

This can't stand the aunt Ren coming to see the excitement every day, and selling soft mahjong by the way.

This is probably rotten shrimp arching stinky mud, because of these so-called works of art, Lao Sanxiang has his own chain of contempt.

According to their rankings, the first one belongs to the dynamic art category, and it is mainly the three children who have been inherited by Team Leader Xue.

That family is a young boy, and now they are all promising.

Whether it's their iron pipa or the Changhui tune they sing, they are all ancestral treasures. This must be a good thing that is sure to win and win a gold medal.

This is on Chang Hui's head, if we don't win, the young and old will not let the referee go.

Even now, they don't know that there are no judges in the art competition, they are called judges.

The second category, of course, is those in Uncle Huang's hands, which look very high-end and are incomprehensible.

Clouds and mountains are covered with clouds and fog, and it is foggy. In previous years, if the family had some, if they put it in the pawnshop, they could always exchange three or five pennies for emergency.

If it can be exchanged for money, it must be a good thing.

As for the third category, it has to be the embroidery skills pointed out by the fifth aunt's grandmother, and this family also has inheritance.

Kaixiu Zhuangzi was born in the old street. He is a prosperous shop, and he has been doing high-end business for decades.

That must be possible!

After all, is it a business that can be exchanged for money?

As for the final flow, it's all these things that Brother Duan's family has prepared.

Isn't hot gourd worth five cents? He's still artistic?

And the patchwork of his daughter-in-law, what little daughter-in-law in the old street can't patchwork?At most, it is not as exquisite as Mrs. Duan's fourth wife.

As for the kneading noodles played by the old ladies, it should only be used to coax the old ladies.

About their grandpa... Well, the old and the young have already applauded!applaud!

It was also prepared in the womb early.

Tomorrow, our grandpa just made a pile of shit, and everyone has discussed it, so it's delicious!

It has to be the best fragrance in the world!

But the problem is, seeing that the art conference is coming, and there are still fourteen days left, where is that piece of shit from my grandpa?

Do you always pull or not?

Even if you don't pull, you can fart anyway?

I see you running out all day, saying that you are looking for material, looking for inspiration?

But your vegetables, are you sprinkled with seeds?

I was thinking like this in my heart, and I was so anxious, but the neighbors in the old street didn't dare to urge anyone.

Whatever you want, let’s be a grandpa, he’s still young, only eighteen, and only nineteen after the Chinese New Year, love is not enough!

Our grandpa is sensible!That is something no one can bear to criticize.

Fourteen days later this morning, Jiang Gezi left Laosanxiang again early.

Around noon, the old neighbors who were waiting for the meal were all carrying the rice pot at home, and came early to line up their seats.

In the previous row, it was because of the family's fault, and all the rumors came from the front of the meat pot on the old stage.

It's different now. Before eating, the old neighbors naturally want to have some art.

They all hugged the pots one after another, going to the stage of the old stage, and went around the temporary small exhibition area to look at the works of the old neighbors. The old and the young also wanted to cultivate their sense of art together.

The words about nurturing were said by Master Ganzi.

These words sounded very noble, just like the words spoken by a nobleman.

Since Master Ganzi said it, it has become popular.

Today's greetings on the street are like this.

"Yo! Grandma Huang San, where are you going?"

"Ah, Mrs. Wang Si, isn't it all right? I'll go to the old stage to learn and teach! How about you?"

"Hey, didn't I just come back from training! Now I'm not the same person as I used to be! I'm getting more and more artistic..."

What do you want for a piece of ethnic kinetic art?

Listen, everyone feels that they are noble people.

All of them are addicted to drinking and playing noble role-playing games, which is really a joy to play.

Today, the old stage is lively because there is another exhibit.

It is some photographic works supported by Qiqi's lovely wooden carved shelf.

Some of those works, some are a piece of sky, some are a lot of human feet, some are half-eaten cakes, mother's beautiful clips, and... it's really just a pile of shit.

Then the old lady Duan pointed to these photographs and asked Wei Decoration, who was still doing the framing.

What about Wei Decoration? Actually, his house was traditionally used for mounting. Now because of the relocation of Laosanxiang, his house has now changed to decorating.

"I said Wei San'er, this...what is it all about, why don't I understand it?"

Wei San also looked at those photographs with a confused look on his face and said, "Grandma Duan, I don't understand either. This one was made by my grandfather. He said it was the work of our little nobleman when he was five years old. These few pictures It's called the five-year-old world, you said, a piece of shit is also the world?"

Old Grandma Duan stared at the piece of dog shit in a daze. After looking at it for a long time, she nodded with an understanding expression and said, "Well! This, you have to be so influenced! My eldest grandson said that art It’s just that he draws a circle, you want to say that you saw the square, you’ve been nurturing it for so many days? Don’t you understand? You look at this shit, this… this is actually… maybe a big bone Well, just, probably means, this... this person is no different from a dog! No matter what he eats, he will turn into a pile of shit sooner or later! Right!"

The old lady talked more and more vigorously, and she finally explained by pointing at the piece of shit with bright eyes.

The crowd watched the neighbors, the more they thought about it, the more it made sense.

In the end, some people clicked their tongues and said: "That's right, or else he is a little nobleman! You see, we understand the truth at the age of five, and we have lived for dozens of years, and we don't understand it! This person, what do you eat?" , What to wear, it was arranged by the Mother Earth, no one can cross the line, it will be shit in the end, right?"

While they were talking lively, they suddenly felt the stage under their feet tremble slightly.

Then they heard a muffled chants.

"Whoo! Whoooo! Whoooo..."

Not long after, more than a dozen Gaoke people came back carrying a half-leaf walnut log 25 meters long and two and a half meters high on their shoulders.

When these Gaoke people came to the front of the old stage, Jiang Gezi trotted over. He first directed Deng Changnong and the others to clean up all the wine tables in front of the old stage.

He also took a Gaoke man, and placed the bluestone strips one by one from under the stage, sticking them to the stage wall according to the shape of the characters.

After the huge half-leaf of walnut wood was placed against the old stage wall, the old neighbors saw that the center of the wood was full of insect holes and large areas of rotten holes.

Pity!Such a large piece of walnut wood turned out to be a waste material.

When the last Gauk put a huge carpenter's toolbox in the ground, those Gauks hurriedly brought back a huge tarpaulin from the outside, and covered the open space in front of the old stage like the sky and the sun. to cover up.

In the end, they happily left with five big fat sheep to be slaughtered tomorrow.

From the beginning to the end, no one from the old neighborhood went up to talk to these Gauks.The same goes for those Gao Ke people, their eyes will not fall on the old neighbors.

Jiang Gezi looked at their backs and didn't know what to say, so he could only sigh helplessly in the end.

At this step, I don't know whether the Gaoke people took the first step, or the outside world took the initiative to contact the Gaoke people first.

Anyway, he sees it as difficult.

"I said, Mr. Pole, yesterday you brought back a cart full of rotten wooden roots, today you... this material is useless, what are you doing with it?"

Uncle Huang's voice suddenly sounded from behind.

But before he finished speaking, Team Leader Xue sarcastically scolded behind him again: "You've only eaten fat for a few days, you old bastard, we pigeons can do whatever they want! You can control it very well!"

After finishing speaking, Team Master Xue touched the big wood a few times, and then said with a tolerant smile: "Let's play, let's play... Changnong told me, there is no light here? It's okay, I will ask them to hang it for you later." Go for a bunch of big light bulbs, the brightest... wires... just pull from the construction site next door, anyway, they also use the well water from our Laosanxiang."

As soon as he finished speaking, a lady named Ma Liu in the street interrupted: "Well! I'll go and call my shopkeeper. He's been an electrician for half his life, and my shopkeeper is proficient at this stuff!"

In this way, if Grandpa Ganzi wanted to play, Quan Lao Sanxiang would pamper him and play with him.

Jiang Gezi pinched his nose and laughed as he watched everyone disperse.

He looked back and forth at the piece of walnut wood in front of him that had been rotted by a third. To be honest, other people saw it as waste, but he saw "Surfing the River During the Qingming Festival" from this piece of wood!

Oh, no, it's "Lao Sanxiang under the Sunset".

In the past, he often heard from his own grandfather that many of Wenwan's gadgets could not be designed in advance, they were designed in his heart after seeing the materials, and the works follow the aura of the materials.

This is also doomed!

Today, he went to the waste factory to pick up treasures early in the morning. He just went in and saw this half of the walnut wood at a glance.

At that moment, his mind moved, and a long old scene of "Old Three Alleys" appeared in front of his eyes.

Although some time ago, he had already prepared the drafts of the five works for the competition, but when this piece of material appeared in front of him, those drafts, except for a necessary inheritance work, did not need to appear for the other four.

You should know that according to the regulations of the International Art Competition, large-scale works over ten meters can be entered repeatedly.

Jiang Gezi opened the newly bought toolbox on the ground.

As the huge six-layer toolbox was opened, six layers of engraving chainsaws were laid out layer by layer.

He picked out a pair of glove belts from the bottom layer of the toolbox, and touched the walnut tree. He loved it and touched it around again.

Leader Xue was also groping beside him.

At the end of the touch, the old man didn't hold back, so he asked carefully: "It's so big...you can have it in time?"

Jiang Gezi patted the wood, nodded confidently and said, "Don't worry, there will be time!"

"That's good! That's good, then... Then you play, and don't get angry... Ah!"

"I'm not on fire."

"That's good. If you want to open a little, don't worry! Well, this is the first session, and there will be meetings every year in the future."

"Well, I know!"

"Then...then you play, I'll go to see those three bastards, every day, turn a corner and you won't see anyone..."

With the thudding sound of the blind stick, it went away.

After a while, Uncle Huang came over again.

He patted the huge walnut log, and after walking around, he asked, "Master pole, how much did you pay for this log?"

Don't be fooled, right?Our pole master is not very old, but he seems to be able to handle things!That's not being forced by these spineless people!

In the past, a child still didn't understand many small things. He was not good at dealing with people, he couldn't speak well, and he didn't know how to offend others.

The people outside have so many sperm, don't be fooled by Mr. Gan.

However, if the one-acre three-cent land guarding the door of the house is really a scam... then, it doesn't matter, just go back and talk to the old neighbors, and then just put the money together for Mr. Gan.

Jiang Gezi smiled and said without looking up: "Don't worry about it, I brought it back from the waste processing center at the art material factory, and I didn't ask for money!"

When he said that he didn't ask for money, he raised his voice very high.

Neighbors in the three circles outside here heard that they don't want money.

They all said:

"No money! Then you can play!"

"Grandpa, it doesn't matter if you want money! You can spend it as you like, we can afford it."

"That's right, the whole family can get you one or two hundred coins casually, you can play!"

"Let's play, let's play..."

Then someone yelled that dinner was served.

After shouting, the lid of the cauldron was opened, and everyone lined up at the other end to receive the meat and vegetables. They happily hugged the pot and returned to their temporary home one by one with the big buns.

Deng Changnong chose the best meat dishes for Jiang Gezi, and picked a few specially made steamed buns with sugar hearts in the middle of the cage, put them on the tray, and held them with both hands.

Holding the big bowl, Jiang Gezi leaned on her new baby, and while looking at the backs of those neighbors, organized the composition in her head.

He remembered the morning he had just arrived.

He came out of Jiangbatou's house, and then... Grandpa Duan on the opposite side was feeding the birds at the door of his house.Seeing him coming out, I asked him, "My baby, who are you?"

Later, Jiang Batou stumbled out of the house and explained to the neighbors that this would be his adopted son from now on...

Then, he was tolerated by Lao Jie easily without a word of nonsense, and from that moment on, he became the child of everyone in Laosanxiang.

Up to now, he can lift the lid of any family at will, can wear the clothes and shoes in the hands of his mother and wife in Santiao Street, and can be loved and loved by thousands of old and small neighbors...

He didn't know how to repay it.

The smell of all kinds of food on the street, the ticking sound of the heavy rain watering the old tiles, the sound of copper bells thumping milk on the street, the sound of an iron pipa, and the tender feet of beautiful ladies on the old street, taking off their stockings and wearing new shoes Son, what's more, along the way, countless big hands touched his hand, patiently and affectionately used the palm, and the sound of turning over the layers of clothes he wore in winter...

The old Laosanxiang will never go back!

But the old street is gone and demolished... He finally found a way to take all the houses in Laosanxiang, all the people, and the time that can't go back, with this method, forever and ever. The neighbors stayed.

In fact, this is the meaning of the existence of art.

I don’t dare to brag about other things. For a basic carpenter who has reached the full level, has experienced the influence of countless earth art works in the previous life, and has a spiritual aperture and a huge golden finger, if he can’t do such things well, then he It was really a waste of time.

That night, a dozen huge light bulbs were lit on the roof of the shed.

Jiang Gezi spread out a long roll of white paper in the tea pavilion. He sharpened his drawing pen and sat there. After thinking for a long time, he slowly began to construct the sketch...

Then at dawn, Team Leader Xue heard a rather tormenting sound.

creak... creak... creak... creak...

The old man sat up, lay down again, and finally sat up again. He picked up his blind stick and knocked on the wall for a while.

In the past, when he knocked a few times, the three bastards next door jumped up.

But today, after he shouted at the top of his voice for a long time, He Mingchuan stumbled into the room and asked him in a roaring voice: "Master! What are you always doing? Let me carry the urinal for you?"

"No! What's going on outside?!"

"What?!"

Leader Xue pointed to the outside and then to the ears.

Then He Mingchuan came over and yelled into his ear: "Grandpa, you won't be able to sleep in later!! Our grandpa is sawing wood on it!!"

After listening to Team Leader Xue, he fell down on his own pillow as if broken, and no one heard his nagging.

He said: "Oh! That's it!! Play! Play! Just be happy!"