"How about me as an apprentice? I transferred to your sculpture department and you took advantage of it!" Yang Mingde saw the old lady's surprised look and said with a proud smile.
Zhang Junping was not surprised at all by Yang Mingde's behavior.
Although Yang Mingde is one of the top calligraphy and painting masters and woodcraft masters in China, he has a very easy-going and straightforward personality.
Even though he is over sixty years old, he still retains his innocence.
In Zhang Junping's memory, when Yang Mingde jumped in line, he was very popular with the villagers, especially the children.
Children of all ages, boys and girls, can play with him.
Make clay and throw mud cannons!
Taobao (the name varies across the country, but the rules are basically the same - one party wins by knocking over the opponent's card with a card made of cardboard.)!
Bounce the yo-yo!
Yang Mingde was not left behind and was very engaged in playing with the children.
I often exchange toys made of wood from children for monkeys, grasshoppers, and small fish and shrimps.
"Boy, what did you call me?"
"Grandma Liu!"
"Why!
Call me again!" The old lady agreed, her eyebrows narrowed in joy.
"Grandma Liu!"
"Hey! Call me again!" The old lady agreed happily and asked Zhang Junping to continue calling.
"Grandma Liu!" Zhang Junping didn't know why, so he had to shout again.
"Why!
Boy, you have to remember that a master and a disciple are like father and son, and you must respect your master well from now on!" The old lady squinted her eyes with a smile and explained to Zhang Junping.
“…”
Only then did Zhang Junping realize that the old lady was trying to take advantage of Yang Mingde in a different way.
He shook his head silently, old boy, old boy, what he said was absolutely right.
Yang Mingde is like this, and so is the old lady.
In the eyes of outsiders, both of them are highly respected artists, but in front of people they know well, they are just old kids.
Quarrel, quarrel, anger, stumbling each other...
Over there, Yang Mingde also reacted, his face turned red with anger, and he pointed at the old lady and said: "Liu, are you interested? It's childish for such a big person to take advantage of you!"
"I'm happy, I'm happy!
Boy, call me Grandma Liu again!" The old lady raised her chin proudly and challenged Yang Mingde.
“…”
Zhang Junping was immediately dumbfounded. He didn't expect that Chigua would actually get him involved.
Normally, he could call him whatever he wanted, but this time, if he dared to call him, Yang Mingde would dare to clean up the house.
But if I don't scream, the old lady can't explain it.
"What? Now that you have master, you no longer recognize me as grandma?" As expected, the old lady was unhappy.
Zhang Junping was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead.
Suddenly, Zhang Junping had an idea and fell to his knees with a plop.
"Master, do you mind if I worship one more master?
Grandma Liu, look, you wouldn’t mind taking on a handsome, smart, and diligent apprentice, right?”
Yang Mingde and the old lady were both shocked by Zhang Junping's sudden and sexy moves.
Zhang Junping didn't care about the two people's reactions and continued: "Since you two don't object, then you agree!"
After saying that, he got up, took a cup of tea, walked to Yang Mingde, knelt down and handed the tea to Yang Mingde with both hands, "Master, drink tea!"
Yang Mingde subconsciously took the tea.
Zhang Junping paid attention to other things, then took another cup of tea, walked to the old lady and knelt down, offered the tea with both hands, "Master, drink tea!"
Yang Mingde and the old lady both laughed angrily at Zhang Junping's actions.
I have seen people forcibly accepting apprentices, but I have never seen people forcibly becoming teachers.
"You naughty little thing!" the old lady took the tea cup, stretched out her hand and gave Zhang Junping a blow, and scolded him with a smile.
"Hey, I'll invite the two masters to a big dinner!"
"Haha! Boy, where are you going to treat us to a big dinner?" Yang Mingde and the old lady looked at each other and asked with a smile.
"How about eating roast duck at... Bianyifang?"
"How much money do you have, kid?"
"More than twelve yuan, it should be enough to eat!" Zhang Junping said after thinking about it.
"It's enough to eat. Twelve yuan is enough to go to Donglaishun!" Yang Mingde smiled and nodded.
"Two masters, let's go quickly! If we go late, there will be no place!" Zhang Junping urged.
"Okay, just stay here!
In my place, you are indispensable for food!
We also have the Biafang roast duck you want to eat!" The old lady stopped Zhang Junping with a smile, turned around and walked into the kitchen.
After a while, he came out with two plates and said, "Boy, why don't you go and wash yourself quickly? You're as dirty as a mud monkey!"
"Hey! Let's go now!" Zhang Junping agreed and hurried back to the house to get a change of clothes.
Repairing old furniture is not good at all, it costs too much money.
This dress basically turns black at the end of the day.
By the time Zhang Junping came out of the shower, the old lady had already prepared the food.
It was placed on the stone table in the small courtyard.
The meal is very simple, four dishes, one soup, two meat and two vegetarian dishes, plus a roast duck.
Such meals will definitely be simple home meals or work meals in future generations.
But in this day and age, when you have to buy everything with a ticket, this is a very sumptuous meal.
It should have been specially prepared by the old lady to entertain Yang Mingde.
After all, the old lady’s original plan was to persuade Yang Mingde to let Zhang Junping transfer to the sculpture department.
Naturally, I want to entertain you well.
As a result, who knew it would evolve into what it is now.
Zhang Junping has two more masters, and they have a common apprentice.
The old lady took out another bottle of Sunflower Moutai and said, "Old man, I know you like to drink Moutai, so I specially prepared it for you!"
"Haha! It's you, Liu, who understands me!" Yang Mingde said happily when he saw Maotai.
In my memory, Yang Mingde liked to drink. When he jumped in line, he exchanged all the work points he earned for making furniture for people into wine.
Yang Mingde likes to drink, but he is not greedy. He only drinks one or two taels per meal, which is considered a small drink.
After a glass of wine, Yang Mingde sighed with emotion: "I didn't expect that when I taught so many carpenter apprentices in Jiahe Village, none of them would be successful.
As a result, the person who learned painting from me secretly learned my woodcraft skills away from me!"
"It can be seen that high technical level does not mean teaching level, and high status does not mean good vision!" The old lady never tired of attacking Yang Mingde.
The two have formed a profound revolutionary friendship since before the founding of the People's Republic of China, so no one cares about what they say.
"Master, actually we in the village are very grateful to you!
You gave our village and trained so many carpenters!
Our village is now a well-known carpenter village!
All the furniture builders in the surrounding villages come to our village to hire people!" Zhang Junping did not understand the relationship between the two people, and was afraid of Yang Mingde's embarrassment, so he hurriedly defended him.
"Don't, don't say they were taught by me.
Another thing, can they be called carpenters? They are just carpenters!
Not everyone is qualified to use the word craftsman!" Yang Mingde didn't appreciate it at all and directly objected.