Although it is called cork painting, it is actually a handicraft that combines carving and painting.

It cleverly combines exquisite carving skills with the beautiful and profound artistic conception of Chinese paintings, and then draws on the technique of "framed scenery" of Chinese gardens, and has an artistic effect of "hundreds of miles of mountains, all in one frame".

Looking through one by one, whether it is pavilions, towers, flowers, birds, fish and insects, they are all unique in charm and very exquisite.

Lu Zian looked through it carefully and became suspicious of his father's words for the first time.

Such skills will never fall to this level as long as a real master is supporting them!

There were no one around him, he frowned slightly and said very seriously: "Sorry, I have learned a brief look at the experience of cork painting before. I want to know, isn't anyone in Fuzhou really know this skill now?"

What does this mean?

The father and daughter of the Wu family looked at each other, a little confused.

Wu Xueqin hesitated and said, "What do you mean..."

"I mean, as long as someone really likes and persists in this exquisite skill, it will never fall to the point where it is now." Lu Zi'an's eyes were burning and closed the album with a bang: "If it is really lost, then someone must not want it to be passed down."

And since this is the case, no matter how much he helps with publicity, it will be of no use.

Because they don’t work hard themselves, what’s the point of relying on external forces to promote it?

After his publicity, the price of cork paintings has increased again. If the situation of that year occurs again, cork paintings will be completely beaten to death.

His words were sonorous and powerful, like a steel knife.

Those words of truth can only deceive outsiders and those who have not learned about it seriously.

Those who have really seen cork paintings will never believe those shallow reasons.

Wu Xueqin looked at her father in panic, and Mr. Wu's face turned pale.

Usually, his hands would tremble uncontrollably due to illness, but at this moment, even the wrinkles on his old face were trembling.

"To be honest... we only said half of it to the outside world." Old Master Wu's chest fluctuated violently, and the suppressed grief in his heart brought him back to the nightmare that year: "People only know that foreign trade orders are almost gone, but they don't know that our domestic orders are gone either..."

This disaster came too quickly and too quickly.

It's like a big avalanche, it seems like something happened in an instant.

They didn't even have the chance to redeem or remedy it.

Some masters can't bear to have cork paintings fall to this point, so they take advantage of their old faces to find the old people.

But when I saw the other party’s piles of works that were filled with numbers, I was speechless.

Some former collaborators directly turned them off and were unwilling to see them again.

The masters turned back sadly, and these arrogant craftsmen locked themselves in the room and ignored outsiders.

After the final hope was shattered, everyone finally accepted this fact.

Then the factories fell one after another and the workers were laid off and changed careers.

The piles of wood are piled up, and when they were bought, the price is high, but now they can’t even sell it, so they can only be used as firewood...

Mr. Wu was crying and his throat seemed to be blocked by something: "We are sinners for the ages... We are sorry for the hard work of our ancestors. It is easy to conquer the country, but it is difficult to defend the country..."

Wu Xueqin, who was holding him next to him, also cried: "Sorry, Master Lu, I, actually, I didn't say anything... All the uncles and uncles who were with my father back then have been cut off..."

That was the catastrophe of cork painting.

The masters who led the tragedy were ashamed and collectively stopped their skills and announced that they would not be able to get into the cork painting again.

And the people who had participated in this tragedy felt guilty and dared not mention cork paintings easily.

Except for those young children at the time, few people even remember the glory that cork painting once had.

Lu Zian is also doing this job, and it is inevitable that the rabbit will die and the fox will be sad.

He handed the tissue and said warmly: "Old sir, I am willing to help you promote cork painting. This is a treasure that is worth passing on, but I do not recommend promoting it directly."

“…What do you mean?”

"Face the history." Lu Zi'an said solemnly: "This matter does not need to be concealed. Your current concealment attitude will scare away those who are interested in cork paintings. Only you admit your fault openly and promise that similar things will never happen again. I believe that cork paintings will still rise."

He could learn cork painting with a little practice, but through his hands, cork painting would be completely rewritten history.

That is no longer a unique cultural heritage in Fuzhou, but after changing his name, the masters will probably not want to see this scene.

Therefore, relying on others to support you can't help you.

People should be independent. Only when they stand up can they truly stand firm.

Mr. Wu thought in a daze. After a long time, he looked awe-inspiring and bowed deeply to Lu Zi'an: "Thank you, sir, I'll come to you again in a while."

After saying goodbye to their father and daughter, Zou Kai next to him said strangely: "Why did they call An Ge and Master before, and the latter called Mr.?"

Zhuo Peng lit a cigarette: "The one who is good is the first, and the one who is the teacher means that Mr. Wu is thanking An Ge."

Because it was still early in the morning, Lu Ma and Shen Mange were cooking at home, and Lu Jianwei and Zou Kai were busy with work.

It just so happens that it's not far from the old house, so it's very convenient to come here.

Then in the afternoon, everyone came here again and found that green gauze nets were surrounded by scaffolding.

A large shed was built directly in a large way, which was extremely stable.

A long table is spread out and countless chairs are placed.

Lu Zian stood in the middle, without any specialness or any obstruction.

After the publicity of these people who came in the morning, many people came in the afternoon. Lu Zi'an refused everyone and arranged them all.

At this time, a car was parked near the wasteland. Wenkang secretly held a big bag and touched the place he had seen before.

He took out a telescope video camera and various tools to hang it on his waist. In order to see closer, he climbed onto the tree.

Then, he saw the roof under the branches.

"..." There is a sentence that is not known to say it or not.

In the shed, Lu Zian had already opened the live broadcast: "I will continue to do my best, and I should be able to finish it today."

The two fans were placed side by side, and he thought for a moment, and the tip of the knife fell on the wood.

Everyone around them held the carving knife, but they didn't take action for a long time, watching Lu Zi'an's carving quietly.

The most difficult thing about mountains and rivers is the spirituality of mountains and the charm of water.

Everyone has different experiences of landscapes.

When climbing a high place, the emotions are filled with the mountains, when watching the sea, the mind overflows with the water, breathing the sound of pearls and jade, rolling the colors of wind and clouds, and being in a magnificent manner, thousands of miles apart.

One is a mountain, the other is water.

There is water in the mountains, and there are mountains in the water.

With the help of the color of the red toon wood itself, Lu Zi'an carved a large area of ​​red leaves in the mountains.

The mangroves in the painting float in the mountains like a few red clouds, cleverly leaving white space to create a deep and permeable effect of the clouds. The auspicious clouds that look like virtual and real add a legendary mysterious image to the whole picture.

It makes people wonder if the scene in this painting is really real?

The most amazing thing is that the landscape carved by Lu Zi'an is completely different from the landscape in Chinese paintings.

His mountain has souls, and it is slowly carved with swords and swords. People seem to follow the painting and enter the beautiful psychedelic realm.
Chapter completed!