Chapter 490： folk artist

Chapter 490 Folk Artists

It was still dark, and there was already movement in the yard. Fifth Sister Gu got up and went to Gu's father and mother's house to light the fire, then boil water, cook, sweep the floor, and feed the chickens and ducks in the kitchen.

Everyone got up early, and now they have opened their eyes and are lazily lying on the bed, unwilling to move.

Xiao Jun had something on his mind, so he seldom slept in. He gritted his teeth and shivered before getting dressed and getting up.

After washing himself with warm water, he didn't care about being scolded by his younger brothers who were watching the live broadcast. He applied a thick layer of cream before taking a breath.

Gu Liu also woke up and went to the kitchen first with his head on the chicken coop. He saw his sister was boiling again and puffed out her cheeks.

She caught a glimpse of Xiao Jun who was dazed at the side, and said with a smile, "Xiao Qi, there is no salt at home. Can you go to grandma's house to borrow some?"

She didn't seem to notice Xiao Jun's tense face, and continued: "Xiao Qi, you have been at home for two days, and you haven't gone out to take a look, have you?

My sister and I are busy cooking. Could you please run an errand so that your grandparents can see you?

Go out the door and turn right, the fifth house is there! "

Xiao Jun thought about it and really stood up, took a palm-sized sweet potato from the pot without peeling it, bit it and walked out the door.

The sparse fence can't even cover this half-year-old child, which means the village is so poor that it can't be opened, and there is no need to guard against petty thieves.

He went out and turned right according to what She Liu said. Almost every household had the same layout, with a row of cave dwellings with closed doors and windows, like a place forgotten by human civilization.

At the fifth house, he saw an old lady with small feet busy cooking in the kitchen, while the old man sat with a pipe in his sleeves to help light the fire. Both of them are skinny, their hair is already graying in their fifties, and their faces are covered with dry wrinkles, as if they were covered with tree bark, imprinted with the hardships and bitterness of life.

The old lady just turned around and saw Xiao Jun, then she looked around and asked hesitantly: "Little boy, whose child are you from? Why do you look so strange to me?"

Where are the adults in your family? "

Xiao Jun held a slightly thick bamboo pole in his hand, and with a push of his legs, he jumped handsomely over the one-meter-high fence. He said with a smile: "Hello, grandma, I am Xiao Jun."

It was Brother Daqian who brought me back from the town, and Gu Xiaocao stayed at my house as a guest for two months.

I hope you and grandpa will take good care of me in the future. "

He bowed especially solemnly.

Mrs. Gu quickly supported him and said, "Since you are a guest, you are a guest of our house. Have you eaten? Your grandpa and I happen to be having dinner, how about we eat some more together?"

Xiao Jun was not polite and said with a smile: "Then I will shamelessly try grandma's cooking."

The sweet potatoes he had just eaten were enough to fill his teeth. Now he ate a bowl of multi-grain noodles and drank three large bowls of noodle soup before he felt full and warm.

He saw the faded window grilles on the windows. He was stunned for a moment and immediately stepped forward to take a closer look.

The window grilles were extremely complicated and exquisite. They were a fat doll holding a lotus pod in one hand and a large carp in the other. Even if the red paper faded to white and the edges were curled, Xiao Jun could still see the superb skill of the cutter, and he would definitely be impressed. People like it!

Xiao Jun is ten years old this year. He was only two years old when An Zhixia held a full gift promotion in 1972. Although he doesn't remember what happened at that time, he still listens to adults nagging him every Spring Festival.

It was the grand occasion that year that made the Spring Festival extra lively and joyful.

Since that year, various units, manufacturers, etc. have organized various activities during the holidays to stimulate consumption. As the originator of successful full discount activities, An Zhixia has naturally become the talk of everyone.

So even though he had never seen it, he could generally imagine the grand scene at that time based on other people's descriptions.

So he suppressed his excitement, leaned against the window, and asked with a smile without looking back: "Grandma, is this a window grille? Who cut it? It's so beautiful. Nowadays, to save trouble, everything on the market is symmetrical, but It’s not as pretty as this one.”

Mrs. Gu smiled and nodded: "It has been posted on the window for a year, and it has lost its color due to the sun. I will cut out a few more during the Chinese New Year and let you take it home."

"Grandma, you cut and pasted this? That's amazing. How did you do it?" Xiao Jun was really surprised and praised.

Mrs. Gu waved her hand, "What's this? We have a lot of templates. You guys copy one, and I'll copy one."

As long as you have a template and follow it with something to draw and then cut, it will be almost as good as selling. "

“According to what you said, can I also learn how to cut window grilles?” Xiao Jun asked awkwardly, trying hard to forget his gender.

“Of course, we are not great masters, and we have special requirements to pass on a daughter rather than a son.

As long as you study hard, be careful, and have patience, you can cut out good works.

Over time, you can break away from the template and create new pictures on your own. "

Xiao Jun has some painting foundation.

He firmly believes that as long as he works hard, he will be able to cut as he pleases and make more beautiful works.

Xiao Jun took the job of washing the pots and dishes, washed his hands after finishing the work, and began to formally learn to cut the window grilles from Mrs. Gu.

The materials at home are limited, so I just use scraps of old newspapers that were used to paste the walls.

Mrs. Gu taught her very carefully, while Xiao Jun stared at her and listened very carefully.

He rehearsed every word she said several times in his mind until he digested it all. Then he practiced basic skills with scissors, making the scissors become a pen that he could use with his eyes closed.

However, paper-cutting cannot be effective in one or two days. He still studied hard and practiced the basic skills patiently.

Not only that, when paper was scarce, he rehearsed it over and over in his mind and made gestures in the air with his hands.

After thinking about it thousands of times, he was willing to take the notebook An Zhixia gave them and tear out two sheets to check the results.

Grandma Gu collected many samples from the old sisters and showed them to Xiao Jun, and pointed out to him one by one how to cut them.

Xiao Jun tried to cut it. In one day, his basic skills were only coherent, and he was not particularly proficient, so the lines on the red paper he cut were thick and thin, and the corners were not smooth, and even cut.

After learning the basics, Xiao Jun found out that the village would have a team of oxcarts going to the city to pull fertilizer tomorrow. He didn't inquire carefully, just asked about the time, thanked Mrs. Gu and went home.

Xiao Jun has been simulating the drill in his mind all day long, and he is a little obsessed. Even during the live broadcast meeting at night, he couldn't help but lose focus.

An Zhixia briefly understood everyone's situation and made some comments. Time passed quickly. Plans are always ideal, but their implementation will be delayed by various practical situations.

(End of this chapter)