The big brass lock on the door of the main room was covered with dust.
It can be seen that it has not been opened for an unknown period of time.
Old man Tian took out a key from his arms.
"Dad, who are you?" A young man walked out of the side room next to him.
The man looked at the key in Old Man Tian's hand with confusion on his face.
Old man Tian sighed and said with a complicated expression: "Mu Mu, you should come and take a look too."
After saying that, with trembling hands, he opened the door that had been closed for many years.
"squeak--"
The wooden door made a harsh sound because it had not been opened for many years.
Old Man Tian stepped into the door with some staggering steps.
The ground was full of dust.
And under the dust, there are years that have been sealed in dust for many years.
Each piece of wood carving is covered by dust, writing about the vicissitudes of life.
Just like Old Man Tian’s heart.
Old man Tian shook his hands and wiped the dust on the front wooden carving, revealing the beautifully carved rich peony screen underneath.
Seeing this, Mu Mu said, "Dad, I'm going to get a rag."
"Go and get my navy blue gown." Old Man Tian said.
The wooden steps paused.
"...Dad, that is your best piece of clothing, made of fine cotton."
"Take that one! How can those coarse cloth rags be worthy of these items? They have insulted the craftsmanship left by our ancestors!" Old Man Tian said without hesitation: "Even a trace of scratch will ruin an item.
Good stuff!”
"I know, Dad, I'm going to..."
"No need." Su Laosan interrupted Mu Mu and said, "Use my clothes."
After saying that, I wanted to take off my robe.
His outer robe was also made of fine cotton.
It's now a time when it's warm and cold, and Su Laosan is wearing a blue jacket.
Even if you take off your robe, it doesn't matter.
When Old Man Tian saw it, he quickly stopped him.
"You can't do that! My brother's clothes are still new, and mine has been patched!" Old Man Tian said, "It's just that the clothes at home are made of coarse cloth, so I wanted to use that old shirt...
…”
As Old Man Tian said this, he motioned for Mu Mu to go quickly.
Mumu seemed to have remembered something and said: "Dad, I remembered it. I have some linings from earlier years, made of fine cotton. I can't wear them now. I'll get them."
"Okay, go, go, go..."
Mumu ran out quickly.
The little sugar baby looked at the back of the wood and couldn't help but feel suspicious.
Is it this person who owed foreign debt, so that Mr. Tian had to sell Dahong to pay off the debt?
It seems that this person does not look like the kind of deceitful and delinquent young man...
Mu Mu quickly picked up a few pieces of white underwear and came back.
Mr. Su and Mr. Su, father and son, each shared a sleeve and helped wipe it.
Gradually, each piece of exquisite handicraft comes to light again.
Small bridges and flowing water, pavilions and pavilions, thousands of galloping horses, flying goddesses, roaring tigers in the mountains and forests...
The little sugar baby looked at each piece and couldn't help but marvel.
"Uncle, you are so amazing! Your skills are simply superb!"
The little sugar baby said, pointing to the root carving of Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest.
"Look at this tiger, it's so lifelike! When I looked at it suddenly, I was shocked. I thought it was real!"
The little sugar baby was serious and patted his heart.
He looked like he had just been frightened.
Old Man Su said quickly: "Daughter, are you scared? Don't be scared, it's fake. You can't scare me by rubbing your hair."
Old Man Su said, reaching out and touching the little sugar baby's hair.
The corners of the little sugar baby's mouth twitched.
Dad, you didn’t wash your hands...
Okay, she goes home and washes her hair.
When Old Man Tian saw this, all kinds of emotions surged into his heart.
When these things are praised by others, he is naturally happy.
However, when I think about the reason why I sealed the sword in the first place, I feel sad and regretful.
"If your little benefactor likes these things, just take them away." Old Man Tian said: "When you bought Dahong, you saved Dahong's life, my son's life, and even my old life..."
If not, he wouldn't have been able to open the big brass lock on the door.
When Old Man Tian said this, the little sugar baby felt a little embarrassed.
I feel as if I'm taking advantage of him in exchange for a favor.
"Uncle, I want to buy these things, but..." There was a hint of uneasiness on the little sugar baby's face, "If you have something to hide, we will never force you to make it difficult. You can just pretend that we have never been here."
Old Man Tian gave a wry smile and said, "My little benefactor, you are serious."
After saying that, he looked at a root sculpture with a pine and a crane extending life.
His eyes were a little distant, and he said: "Where is the unspeakable secret? When I closed the sword, I regretted not only being obsessed with carving, but also feeling ashamed of my son and his mother. It was also because these things could not be sold at all, so I wasted time in vain."
"How could it not be sold?" the little sugar baby said in surprise.
These ornaments may not be as valuable as gold and jade.
But in her opinion, these are all genuine works of art!
The so-called works of art are often priceless!
Mr. Su and Mr. Su also showed puzzled expressions.
In their view, even if these things don't cost much, they can still be sold.
Even if the picture is fresh, someone will definitely buy it.
For example, those selling lanterns, clay figurines, windmills in the town...
Of course, these things are not worth much.
Everyone in the Su family looked at Old Man Tian with puzzled faces.
Old Man Tian's face was full of bitterness. He pointed at the root carving of Songhe Yannian and said: "This thing took me half a month. I wanted to sell it for five taels of silver, but was laughed at as a dream..."
Little sugar baby, "..."
When the farmer's family is doing well, they can't save even five taels of silver throughout the year.
If five taels of silver were sold to ordinary people, no one would buy it.
The little sugar baby suddenly understood the awkward situation between root carving and wood carving.
It is not popular for wealthy families to display such root carvings and wood carvings.
Small families are reluctant to buy it.
Therefore, it can only be sold at a low price.
"Then why not lower the price?" Su Laosan said: "If it is cheaper, it will definitely be sold."
Old Man Tian shook his head and said: "No matter how cheap you sell it, you will be sorry for the craftsmanship passed down by your ancestors! In this case, it is better not to sell it!"
The Su family father and son looked at each other.
I see!
"Uncle, you have such a unique personality!" the little sugar baby exclaimed.
He is indeed an artist!
Have character!
It’s better to be broken into pieces than to be broken into pieces!
I would rather eat glutinous rice bran than drink broth occasionally.
Alas! I don’t have such a strong backbone!
If it were you, and no one would buy the five taels of silver, then it would definitely be four taels of nine, four taels of eight... and it would go down bit by bit.
In short, if you can drink broth, you will definitely not eat bran.
However, this way, the following things will be easier to handle.
We can do business with Mr. Hotan in an aboveboard and aboveboard manner.
The little sugar baby's eyes fell on Songhe Yannian's root carving.