"What a mess?" Lu Zian didn't care much, picked up a chopstick and blew slowly: "What a mess."

Just a traditional skill, what kind of chaos can happen?

His dad acted like it was really.

"In fact, the cork paintings were very famous at the beginning." Lu Jianwei also sat down opposite him and pondered: "The 1970s and 1980s were the golden age in the century-long development of cork painting.

At that time, the main orders came from abroad, making cork painting a pillar industry for Fuzhou's foreign trade exports. Tens of thousands of people participated in this industry, and many even farmers were slack in the farming industry.

At that time, in Xiyuan Village, the birthplace of cork painting, children who can hold chopsticks could help adults stick leaves.”

Tens of thousands of people at that time!

What concept!

All people participate!?

That would be quite interesting, if the wood carving had a day, it would have been great.

Walking on the streets of Changyan City, many people took out the things they carved out by themselves.

That's so interesting!

Lu Zian forgot to eat the noodles with his hands and said with interest: "Can children do it too? Isn't that common? Isn't it difficult?"

"It's very difficult." Lu Jianwei sighed: "The process is complicated, and there is no training. You can only do some fur work. The specific ones still have to be done by professionals."

"What kind of mess is that?" Shen Mange couldn't wait and blinked and said, "Uncle Lu, tell me quickly."

"Yes, Dad, please continue."

This is still more important.

Lu Jianwei sighed: "Quality monitoring is not up to standard, because a large number of laymen enter the cork painting industry and are not regulated. Many defective products with cut corners and poor workmanship also mixed into the foreign trade export team, which brought a devastating blow to the entire industry. Afterwards, the orders dropped sharply, and finally there was no news."

Killing chickens to get eggs is probably what I mean.

Because of that storm, Cork Painting suffered a catastrophe.

Those who know each other either change careers or have passed away, and there are no young disciples to pass on the legacy...

After all, the cost is so high that even if it is done, it cannot be sold. Who is willing to learn again?

Shen Mange wrinkled his nose and couldn't help but complain: "He is so short-sighted, and he has a good hand of cards, and he has played so badly."

Who said no?

It is obviously the most rapid rise and most famous skill, but in the end it is also the one who loses the fastest and most thoroughly disappears.

Those people made a fortune and ran away, killing the old craftsmen who were serious about doing things.

After picking up chopsticks of noodles, Lu Zian frowned and said, "Since this cork painting has been so glorious, it means it still has a future of development. Why is no one supporting it later?"

"Because I can't help it up."

Lu Jianwei shook his head and said, "First of all, its materials are very expensive. A work takes a lot of time, so the work is naturally not cheap. Secondly, even locals rarely know about cork paintings. The first reaction of Fuzhou people who know cork paintings is: When I was a child, I had a lot of them, so why are they so expensive now?"

like……

Entering a dead end.

Those who know it think it is not worth the price, and those who don’t know it don’t care at all.

Moreover, those who have experienced that disaster will subconsciously avoid such bottomless pits.

So cork paintings became even more unwilling, and finally came to this situation.

Lu Zian sighed: "Eat quickly, the noodles are going to be cold. Alas, why hasn't Yingxuan come down yet? The noodles are going to be muddy."

"Your mother is asking him to eat first, go and have a look after it after eating." Dad Lu no longer mentioned cork paintings.

Before he finished speaking, Lu Ma had already come down, and Ying Xuan, whose eyes were a little red, followed by him.

Lu Zian frowned: "What's wrong?"

Ying Xuan walked up to him, with his hands behind him, and like a little rabbit, he said pitifully: "Master..."

"Oh, it's just a pen holder." Lu Ma grabbed the pen holder in his hand and placed it on the table: "You teach him what to do, he got a hole out!"

“…”

What Lu Zian taught him was Jinling bamboo carvings, which belong to the category of relief sculptures. He emphasized the use of a knife to lightly use it and the artistic conception was profound.

The pen holder carved by Ying Xuan had a bright hole on the top, squatting innocently on the table like a child looking around timidly.

Still a one-eyed one-eyed.

Chen Mange looked at Lu Zi'an's bamboo pen holder, tilted his head and looked at it: "Oh, this is still a double eyelid."

Lu Zian glanced at her with a warning meaning: Don't make trouble.

Chen Mange, who received the signal, retracted his neck and ate noodles honestly.

There is nothing I can do, I can’t save you Xiao Xuanxuan.

When Lu Zian reached out to pick up the pen holder, he frowned slightly.

The bamboo forest that was clearly carved by this pen holder was a little interesting. I thought that after so long, I would have done it more than before, right?

What's the result?

The carved bamboo forest turned into a big hole in the rest of the world!

Ying Xuan, can't he be transformed by a turtle rat?

Lu Zian looked at the pen holder with a calm face and then: "How did you do it?"

"Just... carved it with a knife..."

nonsense!

Lu Zian glanced at him: "Have you brought a knife?"

"Take it." Ying Xuan stretched out his right hand, very well, and brought three knives.

"Sit down, dig a hole for me in front of me." Lu Zi'an lit his chin at the chair next to him.

Dig another hole?

Ying Xuan stretched his neck and thought there was something wrong with his ears.

He sat down honestly on the chair next to him, but he looked straight. Lu Zi'an asked him to do it.

First, outline the bamboo leaves, and then the bamboo poles, slowly rendering them into bamboo forests...

Nothing wrong!

Look at this skillful technique, I have practiced a lot at first glance.

Lu Zi'an picked up a chopstick noodles with satisfaction, and then saw Ying Xuan poking in with a knife.

He was so scared that he fell off his face.

"Is your hands okay?" Lu Zian looked at him nervously.

"It's okay..." Ying Xuan stuttered with a bitter face, not daring to raise his head: "I don't know why, it's because there are such spots in this bamboo, I just want to pick them deeper..."

spot?

Lu Zian took it over with some confusion. Sure enough, the bamboo tube on the surface was cut off, and deep and shallow spots were exposed inside.

There are big and small, the colors are dark and shallow, and it looks extremely terrifying.

"So you keep digging?" Lu Zian frowned and said in disbelief: "And then it pierced through?"

"……Um."

This is a sad story.

Lu Zi'an took the carving knife and gently scratched it a few times, and the spots inside were indeed revealed.

"Let's have dinner first." Lu's mother pushed the noodles over: "Don't be in a hurry."

Lu Zian nodded and said to Ying Xuan: "You can go to my study later."

It feels exactly the same as the teacher asked the student who made a mistake to go to his office.

As a result, Wu Xueqin came just after breakfast.

Of course, her old father was also with her.

So anxious?

Didn’t it be okay to have the morning?

Lu Zian asked them to sit down. After saying a few words, Mr. Wu couldn't wait to say: "Master Lu, I want to ask if you know how to draw cork?"

this……

Lu Zian shook his head: "Sorry, I won't."
Chapter completed!