Although it is also a promotional culture, because it is an official account after all, the form is still different.

They do not directly promote Buddhism, but truly regard it as one of the thousands of cultures.

The most wonderful thing is that Buddhist culture has become a timeline that shows the history of China.

Moreover, because all of this was brought by Lu Zi'an, the official also did not hesitate to try it for the first time and also added the development and publicity of various traditional crafts.

This is the first time that many young people abroad have realized so clearly what the cultural gap between their motherland and China is.

Just picking up a few words will bring you hundreds of years of glory.

The brilliances that have been deposited in the long river of history have been rediscovered and displayed in front of others one by one.

More and more people are beginning to pay attention, and there are even young people looking up some information about China to confirm whether they are lying.

Huaxia: Come on, just check it casually, find out if I lie, I will lose.

Then these people found that compared with the ones they found, what Hua Xia said was really superficial.

Puguo, Education Office.

Someone walked around anxiously and frowned: "It won't work like this. I see, all the efforts we made before are in vain!"

"I have closed the comments on the official Weibo account, but the fans fell very quickly." Another said expressionlessly: "We must think of a way out quickly."

It's easy to say.

Who doesn't know that you have to find a way out quickly, but the problem is that this method is so easy.

Someone walked in with a bunch of files and opened the projector: "Now, countless posts suddenly popped up in many forums, calling for us to respond positively to them."

The pictures on the wall ruthlessly tore off all the wounds covered with fruitfulness.

[It turns out that lacquer art was from the Puppet Kingdom in China. Why did the book I saw say that it was passed down from my country to China?]

[This is controversial in itself, and the lacquer art history of both countries is very long...]

[So, what about textbooks? The ones on them must be reviewed accurately, right? If there is any dispute, why should I print them on the textbook?]

[Yes, is this incorrect guidance for our descendants? Do you want to make trouble?]

Everyone raised questions carefully, but they all avoided the sensitive topic very naturally.

"That's true, everyone." The Minister of Education held his hands on the table, his eyes deep: "You can talk about your own ideas on this matter."

"Why should we respond?" Someone said sharply: "This matter itself is a confusing account, and there are all kinds of statements. Why should we write based on the data from China? We didn't ask them for it!"

There is nothing wrong with this statement...

Some people couldn't help but agree and said: "It's our business for us to write. If China has any objections, just send the statement directly. If they didn't send it, it means they have agreed."

"That's right, even if they are dissatisfied, they will at most give condemnation, and we will not have any impact."

Some people think more deeply, and they really don’t have the right to deal with this matter.

When they first modified the textbook, they just followed the advice. Now all the pressure is put on them, and they can't think of any other way except to turn a blind eye and stay away from the door.

Finally, the Minister of Education made a decision: "We regard this matter as if we had not seen it. Everyone is not allowed to respond to any questions, let alone accept interviews..."

He paused and added: "It's better not to go anywhere."

The avoidant attitude of Kuangguo greatly stimulated young people who were interested in these things.

After all, if it were the past, it would take up three points if it was ignored. If they weren’t really guilty, could they let it go so gently?

Everyone couldn't help but question, regardless of the severity, the responsibility for some of the cultures that were cut off in China was also hit on the Puguo.

The Puguo was splashed with dirty water on his face. The key point was that he could not explain it. He could not explain it.

After all, I couldn't stand it. A leader directly looked for Yugui of Shiraki and said, "You are very familiar with Lu Zi'an, aren't you?"

"No, not familiar..." Yuki Baimu dared to say that he was familiar. Pigs knew that it would be no good for Lu Zi'an to mention it right now.

However, the leader did not want to listen to his explanation at all: "The relationship is very good, that's great. You go to China and ask Lu Zi'an to explain it. It's best to let him visit our country and have a whole trip..."

Yuki Shiraki felt distressed, and the leaders did not give him any chance to refuse. He pressed down with a high hat and had to go, and he had to go even if he didn't go.

After coming out of the office, he just wanted to whistle to the sky: Who knows where Lu Zian is now?

...

China, Wuhu.

Wuhu City is located on the south bank of the Yangtze River and has always been known as "the huge port of the Yangtze River and the backbone of Anhui".

Lu Zi'an walked slowly along the long street, his pace neither rush nor slow.

The hardworking Zou Kai also went out to find him after he had booked the room and put it down.

But what he didn't expect was that Lu Zian was actually in an ordinary iron shop.

The hot temperature, when you get closer, you feel your face feel hot and dry. After being stunned for a long time, your back is soaked. I wish I could drink half a liter of water in one breath.

A handsome young man made a serious iron in such a harsh environment.

It was clearly spring, but it was still raining in Wuhu City and the temperature was low, so Lu Zi'an even wore long sleeves.

But the iron smack was bare-handed, holding an iron in his left hand and a hammer in his right hand, and skillfully hammering the red iron block.

"Dang...dangdang..."

Zou Kai couldn't understand at all, what's so good about this?

But Lu Zian looked interested and even waved his hand to the young man: "You are busy with yours, I'll take a look first."

After saying that, he took a chair and sat down, waiting patiently.

The young man nodded, and the sweat as big as beans on his forehead dripped onto the fiery red iron with his movements, making a sound.

As the saying goes, there are three hardships in life: "striking iron, raising a boat, and selling tofu".

Iron-smashing is ranked first, and this old saying speaks about the hardships of the industry of iron-smashing.

The job of ironworking is not something that ordinary people can do, especially in summer, where they have to guard a stove and swing the hammer.

"Hey, it looks quite simple." Zou Kai glanced at it a few times and became a little interested: "Brother, can I try it?"

The young man wearing thick gloves glanced at him, shook his head with a simple smile, and his actions did not stop at all: "No, big brother, you don't know how to do rough work at first."

A blacksmith is not only a physical job, but also a technical job. In addition to being strong, the technology of tempering and tempering must also be excellent. Other things are easy to talk about, but they are related to his job, so there is no sympathy to talk about.

Zou Kai, who used to be invincible, touched his nose and said embarrassedly: "Isn't this ironwork just a hammer? Is there any particularity?"

"There are so many things to pay attention to." The young man smiled and hammered it slowly, picking it up from time to time to look at it: "Making an iron tool usually takes six or seven processes: selecting materials, heating, watching the heat, hammering, quenching, grinding..."

The piece of iron he clamped gradually became darker and gradually formed, and turned out to be a knife.

The guy put it in the sink with it. With a "squeak", a burst of white smoke suddenly floated up and the quenching was completed.

After finishing the work, the guy relaxed a little and continued: "In addition to the complicated process, ironworking also requires good eyesight, because ironworking is not like a carpenter who can paint with a ruler. It can only rely on the blacksmith's eyes to create ideal objects. This is not just a joke."

"That's... quite powerful." Zou Kai looked at the knife and was very envious: "Brother, will you sell this knife?"

"Sell, why don't you sell it?" The young man smiled and opened the cabinet door, brushed the floor, and it was filled with scissors and knives of various sizes, even hoes, but there were no handles installed.

Zou Kai picked up a sharp knife and paid happily.

After completing a deal, the young man's smile became even brighter: "Where is this gentleman, do you want scissors or something? To be honest, I am the best craftsmanship on the whole street!"

This is naturally a question to Lu Zi'an. The guy had greeted him as soon as he came in, but Lu Zi'an Fei said he wanted to see again. He happened to be busy and let him go.

Lu Zi'an glanced at the iron tools and shook his head: "I don't buy scissors. I want to ask, do you know iron painting?"

Iron painting?

The smile on the boy's face froze.

The surprise on his face was almost completely uncovered, and he said anxiously: "Boss, how did you know about our iron painting? Do you want to buy iron painting?"

"Yes." Lu Zian looked at him seriously: "Is there any?"

"...No." The young man looked at him hesitantly before saying, "I mean, I don't have this, but I know where..."

He scratched his head, thought for a while before taking out the key: "I'll take you there, really, Tiehua is really good, the founder is amazing, Tang Tianchi, have you heard of Fa?"

"I've heard." Before coming, Lu Zi'an had a detailed understanding of iron paintings, and at this time he naturally said: "The sound of hammers being raised by thousands of doors is endless, and the refining of essences is engraved through Liangzhou. There are many materials and art galleries, and Tang Peng's skills are all ancient."

"On the other hand." The young man couldn't help but applaud and laugh: "Hey, I can't recite this poem, I knew he was very powerful."

He led Lu Zi'an and the others across the long street and around the alley, and the way was getting worse and worse.

He frowned secretly, Zou Kai was a little worried: "Brother An, I have been leaving for half an hour..."

"It's okay." Lu Zi'an also had some points in his heart, and his pace was still steady. He followed the blacksmith without any haste: "Did you bring the camera?"

"I brought it." Zou Kai couldn't help but mutter. Fortunately, they were all men, otherwise they would be really worried about being robbed of money and sex.

As a result, after finally walking out of the alley, the blacksmith actually walked on a country road again.

It just rained and the road was muddy. I walked up very carefully. If I made a mistake, I would fall into the mud next to me.

After walking for another ten minutes, the blacksmith finally stopped in front of a dilapidated bungalow.

He knocked on the door: "Uncle Tang, are you at home?"

"Here! Is it Xiaoyuan? The door is not locked, come in and sit!" A full shout came from inside, accompanied by the sound of Ding Dang.
Chapter completed!