Chapter 109: Retaining the spirit of the past through thousands of years, working hard to innovate but staying true to the truth

[When I was a boy, Zeng Xushanhe caught my eye: I followed the last video, and the comment area was so messed up that I didn’t dare to speak...Has the blogger studied the video? The breath of yxh is blowing against his face.]

[When I was young, I once had an eye for Shanhe: When my grandmother was a tailor, she said that there were many people in the industry who stole materials, and not everyone could stick to their job. Now many people say that this is just the job of the industry.]

[When I was young, I once admired the mountains and rivers: But from ancient times to the present, many people have taken interests too seriously, and there are really not many people who can do business with such sincerity. 】

[When I was young, I once noticed the mountains and rivers: Over there in Hangzhou, it must have been Zhejiang merchants in ancient times, right? I feel that these should be regarded as the culture that has been passed down. 】

"Aunt Wang, Aunt Wang." While Aunt Wang was leaning on the chair to drink water for a while, An Ji came up to her, "A lot of people in the comment area are praising us for the video I posted last night!"

"I'm thinking, if everyone likes this method, why don't I find someone to shoot some short dramas later on. We and a group of college students who are younger than us can watch dramas while eating. It should have a good effect."

Perhaps it was 'Qi Sheng''s words that brought new ideas. An Ji came up with many new ideas, and when he spoke them out all at once, Aunt Wang couldn't keep up with the former's ideas.

"Girl, please slow down, I can't even keep up..." Young people have young people's thoughts. Aunt Wang is willing to listen to what An Ji has to say, but she is afraid of disturbing the latter's train of thought.

Standing up straight, Aunt Wang put the water glass in her hand on the table aside and walked directly towards the loom: "Forget it, forget it, I can't help you, so I won't make trouble for you."

He can't make much contribution to the national defense cause. An Ji knows: everyone has his own mission. What he can do is to inherit Hangluo weaving well and let Aunt Zhang not let Hangluo crown the whole family and pass it down as a master.

The selfless love of disciples truly comes into play...

The two of them usually talk about something endlessly, but now they are discussing from two different starting points, and they are talking about each other, and they don't know how much they have to say.

"You should do what you are doing first. After you finish your work, wait until school starts next semester. I have something else for you to do."

"After all, it's a short drama, just like those short stories. If it were to be a drama right after it started, I'm afraid no one would like to watch it!"

The already noisy factory has never been quiet since An Ji's appearance. The original perseverance, on top of love, seemed to add a bit of joy.

The exhibition Aunt Zhang mentioned has been held for several times with the organization and support of the state, and An Ji also knew about it.

"Fan." An Ji suddenly said this.

"Fire velvet flowers and tea dramas are not the only elements in the story of the film and television drama. We first show the beauty of Hangluo things themselves, and then slowly show the culture behind them, so that people can accept them."

"Aren't some people saying we're selling badly? How can something as profitable as silk rely on other sources of support?"

As soon as An Ji hung up the phone, Aunt Wang came over: "An Ji, An Ji, your Aunt Zhang has something to do with you."

"If we need to do some small cultural creations, the children will like it. Your uncles and aunts and I will do our best. At least we still have plenty of time..."

"Girl, if there is anything your Aunt Wang can do for me, please call me at any time."

An Ji here is still silent, but Shengxia has already analyzed it clearly and clearly, and almost didn't even start writing: "If you need it, why don't you try me, ahem..."

An Ji still remembers when he heard these stories, even when he, his boyfriend, and his best friend came to Hangluo Factory to collect photos and complete their graduation project. At that time, he just felt that meeting him was a great fate and coincidence. His awareness of Hangluo Beauty

It still remains on the surface and the contributions of the older generation.

"Qing Luo's little fan flutters against the flowing fireflies. I still vaguely remember this sentence. If the girl hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have thought of it for a while."

[Wang Xiaomiao’s shit shoveling officer: Look, let’s start, this is what you people who engage in intangible cultural heritage do.]

"But now you talk about Hangluo, how many people can't even realize that this is the 'Luo' that everyone often talks about, Hangluo, and going back further is Yueluo. Girl Yueluo Shu Jin, have you ever heard of it?

It’s something that’s in the idiom!”

"Qingluo is fanning the fireflies. The weather hasn't cooled down yet, so I asked her to make some smaller clothes in midsummer so that the children can try them on and feel the different feelings of silk fabrics and other fabrics when they touch the skin."

"We are going to have an exhibition here again. I happened to have the opportunity to organize an intangible cultural heritage event with Hu Ling from Jiangsu, a brocade artist from Zhejiang, to let the children know about the silk and satin in the textbooks.

What’s the difference?”

Having said that, Shengxia no longer looked forward or backward, and analyzed openly: "My part is actually part of the routine. It was unexpected. It should be just right to make it into a short drama."

"Ah, it's been almost a year."

"At that time, people didn't even know that a factory like ours was making Hangluo."

No matter how good a society is, there will still be various bad phenomena. The pessimism and negativity of many people can only really disappear when one day the comprehensive strength of the motherland is such that no one or any country can preempt or belittle it at will.

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"I'm here, you can go and do your work. I'll just talk to An Ji directly." As soon as An Ji stood up, Aunt Zhang was already walking over.

"Oh oh oh, I remembered!"

In the moment when An Ji didn't respond, Sheng Xia must have stuffed a mouthful of rice over there. Before he could chew it thoroughly, he added with a mixture of talk and discussion: "What a shame, such a sweet treat, so cruel."

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With the development of the times, the problems that need to be solved are constantly changing. In fact, even now, there is still no precedent for what An Ji's generation has done.

"It's been a year for everything?" An Ji was talking about plans with himself in the first sentence, saying, "I'm a local dog and I like to watch." But in the second sentence, he started talking about something else, and anyone who heard it would be stunned.

[Wang Xiaomiao’s shit shovel officer: How many people on the short video platform have said that these are ‘Chinese luxury goods’. Are you selectively blind? You can’t find a lot of them? Now you are saying that you have too many

Suffering, these are not out of reach. I’m so sorry that you people who are intangible cultural heritage have to say everything!]

Everyone sat down right in front of the loom, and the roaring sound of the loom shook the world. Aunt Wang didn't even turn her head, and the words reached An Ji's ears clearly...

After An Ji made their plans and goals clear and clear, Ning Yunfan naturally became the necessary help for them...

"No!" An Ji deserved it very quickly this time.

"There's just one question..." Shengxia thought about her old-fashioned sweet pet short story and spoke with doubts, "Is it too overwhelming?"

"Oh, yes, these are not important, but I think the costume drama that my heroine is starring in can be transformed into a drama within a drama. If possible, I will expand it!"

"Why don't you try the novel I wrote when I was in college?"

An Ji then realized that Aunt Zhang seemed to be talking to someone when he came over to call just now, and she seemed to be in contact.

"I suggest you change your old routine of green tea female lead. At that time, everyone liked this routine. Now... let's contact you on WeChat. I said on the phone that I can't remember some of them."

Fortunately, I am a student of history. I don’t think these things are unreasonably expensive. I just feel that the current economic development has brought these once golden things into thousands of households.

Although time flies by very quickly, during this year, An Ji finally got through to his family. Being able to stand here and fight for his love, it seems that the passage of time and the oncoming ups and downs no longer count.

What.

"After watching so many dramas, I have to say that the ones with sweet pets or sadistic stories are the ones that get the most views." Even though I don't have much time to watch Midsummer, I have read more novels and online dramas than An Ji.

I don’t know how many.

But Sheng Xia is not an ordinary person. He realized what his best friend was saying within two seconds: "Oh, so fast!"

Shengxia felt that she had never been so embarrassed. If this article hadn't been typed out word by word by An Ji when she was in college, Shengxia would have doubted whether she had actually written this article!

"I found it. I bought it but didn't give it away yet. What you wrote here is a fashion brand's jewelry. Why don't we change it to intangible cultural heritage here? We can also cooperate with other intangible cultural heritage units."

"Stop, please wait and tell us about your plot." An Ji finally figured it out. If he gave his best friend time, she would really be able to talk about the creation of Pangu and talk about the five thousand years without getting to the point.

Nowadays, every time when he encounters difficulties and doesn’t know how to go on, An Ji always recalls what his uncles and aunts told him about what happened more than ten or twenty years ago when everything started from scratch at the beginning of the century.

Crossing the river by feeling the stones step by step...

An Ji knew that Shengxia couldn't be choking. Sure enough, what she wanted to say was just a bit too hard for Shengxia to say.

"With no sales, we still have to support the factory, so we just make some small silk scarves that tourists often buy, and use the money to subsidize the factory."

"Children at our age don't understand what you young people think. It's up to you, girl, to worry about it. Otherwise, the lecture will be boring and boring, and the children will be even less interested in learning about these cultures."

"I am the heroine, but I am an actor. Then the heroine's parents heard that the heroine said that the heroine might be bullied in the entertainment industry, so they did not want the heroine to be an actress, so the heroine only had the male protagonist..."

Xu Shi's pragmatic spirit has always been passed down in his blood. An Ji and Shengxia had a plan and implemented it without any delay.

Responding to the comment on the other side of the screen, which may have been idle and malicious, An Ji couldn't help sighing in his heart: It's hard to find tailors who can make clothes nowadays, and the old people who can make clothes at home are older and have eyes.

It's not bad either. This is a blow that even people who understand and love Hangluo have to face.

"Well... let's not talk about that. Let's go back to the short play I just told you."

"You are a very busy person in our factory right now!" Aunt Zhang raised her eyebrows at An Ji and smiled, "When you should take a break, you have to take a break..."

So An Ji also felt that Aunt Zhang's words were meant to be addressed to the three of him - isn't silk something like a huge profit? How much does silk cost, and how much is the electricity bill? The steps are a bit complicated, but it's just a labor expense.

[Xingluo Yunbu Qianshanji [Author]: If they spend this time and effort doing other things, the money they can make and the development they can achieve are much more than inheriting these intangible cultural heritages. This is also

My parents once blocked me, but for our own things, we must help them return to glory step by step.】

"Okay, okay, we will do it when you design it!" Aunt Zhang responded to An Ji, and shouted to other uncles and aunts to report the news as if she was bragging about her children, "Young people still have ideas and abilities!

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"What do you mean by this paragraph? Didn't the male protagonist just give him jewelry?" Aunt Wang approached curiously and saw An Ji frowning, not knowing what he was talking to the other person.

"Wait a minute, I forgot how long ago this was written. I wrote it for fun at the time."

Before Shengxia could log in to his account on the computer nearby, An Ji had already flipped back to the previous chapters and found the details that he had overlooked.

[Wang Xiaomiao’s forehead shoveling officer: It’s useless for you to work so hard, why don’t you stop working so hard? [Comparison] It’s not like others are forcing you to put money on your face every day, I’m so embarrassed!]

[Xingluo Yunbu Qianshanji [Author]: I used to think that intangible cultural heritage has the support of the state and can make a lot of money. But if you really understand it, you will know that intangible cultural heritage faces many difficulties, not just in Hangzhou.

Luo, basically many intangible cultural heritage people nowadays can’t make much money.]

An Ji studied history and could understand the past of these things, but he didn't understand what they had experienced in the past hundred years. Or maybe An Ji didn't know Hangluo at that time, and even more would always be dismissed.

Intangible cultural heritage labeled as 'glossy' or 'out of reach' by others faces many difficulties today.

The spring brings clearness, and the bright sun brings sunshine. It can be said that An Ji didn't stop for a moment during this period. Just now, under the watchful eyes of Aunt Zhang, he weaved a piece of yarn that still needs progress. After a while, he was already lying on the table beside him writing notes.
To be continued...