The large courtyard where Tong Shanchang lived became increasingly lively. Those who didn't know that they thought a small market had been temporarily built here.

Next to the big sugar painting screen, the old man with white beard made small sugar paintings. Each picture is simple and clear, but very friendly: it is a few scattered mountains, a flowing water around the stone bridge, a few big geese, or a few locust branches with nine leaves.

The mountains and rivers on the sugar paintings are all visible scenes around them. They are real in their eyes, sweet in their mouths, and remember them in their hearts. The indelible appearance of the nine mountains.

The colors are also beautiful, golden, bright red, and emerald green, which only makes people feel bright and charming.

Mr. Zhou asked unconsciously: "This red one should be dyed with Luoshen flower juice, but I don't know where the emerald green color comes from."

The little grandson beside the old man with white beard replied: "This is the juice of Lingling Grass!"

"What you are talking about is the vanilla on Lingling Mountain?"

The child nodded vigorously: "Sister Yingyuan said, from now on, the grass will be called Lingling Grass, and the sweet grass roots of the grass will be called Lingling Ginseng!"

When he heard about Lingling ginseng, a peasant woman hurriedly brought a few small thick plates: "These are all sweet grass roots I made, which is what you call Lingling ginseng! This is honey stain, this is what you can make tea after drying, this is sweet grass yam cake, this is sweet grass almond crisp!"

When Mr. Zhou saw that the mountain leader tasted the candied fruit of sweet grass roots, he also took a piece of sweet grass and almonds to taste it. He only felt it was crispy but not greasy. There was a mixture of licorice and pine flowers, and it was very delicious with almonds.

Tong Shanchang nodded: "These can be put into boxes as gifts."

"Sir, do you think I can put this in a box as a gift?" Then a peasant woman walked over with a large basket in her hand, which contained fabrics of various colors, a lilac headscarf, a pine-colored sachet, and a small ginger-colored pocket...

Seeing that these fabrics were not very exquisite, Tong Shanchang was also carefully done with one stitch and one thread: "Are these made by dyeing them at home?"

The peasant woman nodded and smiled: "Our family only opens a dyeing workshop. They are all dyed with the plants and trees on the mountain. They are not considered a craft. You can learn it by looking at it."

"Dyeing workshop? I don't remember there is a dyeing workshop in this village."

"I came from Huanghua Village!"

Tong Shengchang frowned unconsciously: "Huanghua Village is not in Tianshui Town, right?"

"I am from Dayan Town, and our pears are sweet. The girl Yingyuan met me when she went to my village to buy pears," the peasant woman smiled embarrassedly, "Miss Yingyuan said that my dyeing workshop can make money by finding the right way!"

"If you teach others to dye cloth... will anyone really be willing to learn?" Before Mr. Zhou's doubts fell, he saw several female gentlemen in the school coming over, and each of them held a very small straw weaving basket in his hand: "Look, please see, this is what we have just learned to weaving~"

Mr. Zhou took over the small flower basket made by Mr. Yan: "I can't believe you have such skills."

Mr. Yan burst into laughter and said, "This is what the master taught~" and then led the Shanzhu and Mr. Zhou to a "stall" not far away. The stall owners were two big girls. Each of them wore a string of locust flowers made of gauze on their heads. The jade and purple colors were very distinctive. The two of them looked up and smiled shyly at Shanzhu, but their hands were not weaving the complicated patterns of willow baskets.

One of the girls was a little more generous: "Do you two want to learn too? It's quite simple. You can learn it in just one stick of incense."

Shan Chang smiled and said, "We have learned all your skills. Who else can you sell these baskets to?"

The girl smiled crisply: "What we sell is not baskets, but craftsmanship! In Yingyuan's words, we are a primary school that specializes in basket-melting. As long as guests are interested, they can come to learn. After learning to use their own craftsmanship to give them to others, that is what I want!"

The mountain leader looked at several female gentlemen who were following the learning experience, and several male gentlemen were also mixed in. The work in his hands was not worse than that of a woman, so he also said, "Let's go back and make one of them each give it to me."

A female gentleman also joked: "The mountain chief should weave a needle and thread basket with it to the mountain chief's wife, that's what I want!"

Everyone laughed when they said it.

However, Tong Shanzhu felt that this move was feasible: a small workshop specializing in dyeing cloth and a primary school specializing in hand-woven baskets, allowing tourists to participate in it and experience the fun of doing it themselves, and maybe they can really achieve unexpected success.

For example, these gentlemen who are polite in school on weekdays are now in the village at the foot of the mountain. Everyone seems to have returned to their childhood, carefully woven the small basket in their hands, and often chatting loudly and laughing loudly, enjoying it.

Not only dyeing cloth and weaving baskets, but many crafts are shared by tourists. For example, the old man who makes sugar paintings can teach them while doing them, so that tourists can enjoy the addiction to making sugar paintings themselves.

The mountain captain looked at the lively courtyard with a smile, and his eyes were attracted by a taciturn old man not far away.

The old man's stall was a little deserted, and only two gentlemen were quietly admiring these works: twenty or thirty wooden and stone bonsai were placed on the table, with different sizes and showing their postures.

Mr. Zhou was also quickly attracted to it. Although these bonsai were not made of famous stones and trees, they were naturally simple and simple. Especially in this moment, it made people feel more interesting.

"Taomang, I remember you have always loved bonsai." Tong Shanchang suddenly pointed Mr. Zhou's name.

"The students are just influenced by their father, so there is no question of research on bonsai." Mr. Zhou has been playing bonsai with his father since he was a child, and he still has some experience in this. However, although the bonsai of the old man in front of him is simple and clumsy, the materials he selected are not as good as the flow, so it is difficult to make a judgment on the spot.

Tong Shanchang smiled: "Although I don't understand bonsai, I have heard people talk about it. When it comes to this bonsai, both natural 'pots' and 'scenery' are very important. In addition, there is one more important one, that is, several bonsais set up for bonsai."

How could Mr. Zhou not know about these knowledge? Because of this, he did not dare to make arbitrary judgments on the spot. The old man chose the most ordinary wood and stone as the scenery. No matter what, just say that this scenic pot is too shabby, and they all use muscular pots. The most popular one on the market today is the alum stone pot, and some players still stubbornly choose the best jade pots.

As for the few, there is no need to mention. The precious few boxwood rosewoods have occupied a large part of the market for the small mahogany for decades, and their popularity has not diminished.

The bonsai in these coarse porcelain basins in front of me are all placed on an old wooden table, so there is no "appreciation" at all.

The mountain leader and Mr. Zhou were talking aside, but the old man seemed to have not heard it, and he was still burying his head in high spirits and pruning a pocket ancient pine tree.

"Old man," Tong Shanchang walked over with a smile, "Your bonsai really responded to the words "one scene, two basins, three, and three," and focused the buyer's attention on these rocks!"

"Bonsai, aren't these little scenery you enjoy?" The old man finally spoke, "My little scenery is endless." As he said that, he pinched two small pottery men with small tweezers and placed them under the tree.

Mr. Zhou also carefully admired these bonsai: "The old man's ideas are different from other bonsai on the market!"

"Don't you think these scenery look familiar?" asked the mountain leader. Seeing that Mr. Zhou was still wandering, he pointed to one of the pots and said, "You should remember this scenery, right?"

Mr. Zhou looked at it and saw two mountains, one big and one small, with green moss and purple and red moss everywhere. From a distance, he looked like a green and red leafy mountain. He saw a small thatched pavilion on the top of the mountain. He suddenly realized: "This is Lingling Mountain! The small one next to it is a small hill!"

It turns out that the bonsai of the old man is all real scenes of Jiushan!

But the old man was surprised and said, "I just realized it."

Tong Shanchang's eyes were attracted by an old locust tree with a twilight posture: "I wonder if the old man, is this fairy locust tree from Fengqiu Mountain?"

The old man did not stop his hand and placed the pair of Tao people in the right position before looking at Shan Chang: "It seems that your legs and feet are OK, and you have been to many places."

One sentence made Chief Tong laugh: "Looking at these small scenes of you, it makes people want to walk around more!"

"It was Yingyuan who invited you here?" Mr. Zhou asked with a smile, but he understood in his heart that things like bonsai cannot have a market in villages and towns. At most, there are squire landlords who appreciate this and buy them and put them on.

When the old man heard the mention of Yingyuan, he stopped his hand and said, "I don't know how that girl found out about me, but she actually came to my house for more than 30 miles to see me for bonsai."

"How did Yingyuan tell you?" Mr. Zhou thought that the old man must be a difficult bone to crack, and he could not be impressed by giving him a few extra dollars of silver.

"I said I wanted to show these bonsai to outsiders so that they could all appreciate the beauty of my Nine Mountains."

If the old man is convinced, this sentence is enough.

Bonsai is a much higher grade than those small baskets and cloth heads, and can even be placed in a travel agency or specialty shop in Kyoto as a publicity. This intuitive display is even more obvious than paintings.

As for those guests who really come to Jiushan to travel and enjoy the water, they may be more willing to carry a pot of "concentrated scenery" home and place it on an ancient shelf or a few tables. Whenever they see those rocks and trees, they can think of the mountain, stone, grass and tree they saw on the mountain, especially the ceramic little people in the scenery, which can make people think of their past self. Maybe it will also arouse the ** of these guests "going around again".

"These examples of classmate Yingyuan are really rare." Mr. Zhou couldn't help but sigh.

There are many "examples" waiting to be presented one by one: a young man cleared his voice for a long time, waiting to sing a mountain song for the mountain leader; the two strong men carried a simple soft sedan chair and insisted on letting the mountain leader sit on it, and then planned to steadily carry it to the top of Lingling Mountain in half an hour...

The goods or talents of every villager were carefully appreciated by Chief Tong Shanxi, but the only sedan chair was finally allowed to "enjoy happiness" on his behalf.

After the "examples" left one after another, the mountain chief asked, "Where did Yingyuan? Where did you go after handing over the paper?"

"When I first handed in the paper, I was still waiting in the yard. Where have I been running away now?" Several gentlemen searched around.
Chapter completed!