This is really an unexpected gain and an unexpected joy.

Ao Muyang thought Quan Tao introduced an elderly man who needed a job to raise children and cure children's illnesses, but he did not expect that he was an old craftsman.

To put it outrageously, this is an old artist!

He was born on the beach and had seen more shell carving techniques. As the old man Liang Fulai said, there are many stalls selling shell carvings by the Hongyang Sea. These shell carvings are mostly machine products and are sold to tourists as souvenirs, so the price is very high, but they can be bargained. The actual transaction price is often very cheap, and can be bought for a few dozen yuan during the off-season of tourism.

These two are not the same thing. The shells carved by machines are the same. The ones here are not the image created by carving, but the style and lines of skill, which have a lot of similarity.

The thing that Liang Fulai carved by hand is vivid. In the common words in the art industry, it means that the things he carved seem to have a soul, and this is a work of art.

After hearing his request, Ao Muyang waved his hand and said, "Go, close the door."

"Ah?" The group was surprised, and Ao Wenchang even asked, "What are you doing when you close the door?"

Ao Muyang smiled and said, "Prevent the old man from running away, this is an artist!"

When Liang Fulai heard this, he laughed and was flattered: "What kind of artist is? He just relies on this craftsmanship to make a living. Alas, he is almost unable to eat."

He suffered all his life, and he sighed in a habitual way while speaking.

Ao Muyang said: "In the future, you will stay in the village and want to eat delicacies and seafood. You don't have to worry about eating. I'll find you a place to live..."

Quan Tao said, "Living there, there is an empty room next to me, and my brother and I can take care of each other. When I go to work, he can turn over my daughter or something."

Liang Fulai asked excitedly: "Village Chief, are you agreeing to keep me?"

Ao Muyang said: "Our village is definitely welcome to talents like you. I will not only leave you, but also give you a stall, but also give you a basic salary. No matter whether you sell shell carvings or not every month, I will give you a basic salary of 5,000 yuan!"

The old man was stunned and Quan Tao was extremely envious. He pushed the old man and said, "Why are you stunned? Why don't you thank the village chief quickly? A basic salary of 5,000 yuan. Oh, this is a skill that is amazing."

Liang Fulai looked at Lao Ao in a daze and asked, "Is there a basic salary? Why do I give me a basic salary? I thought I had to pay the stall fee to the village."

Quan Tao said happily: "Is this a big deal? It must be because the leader cares about your skills, and you are a talent. How many stall fees do you see? Ordinary people in Longtou Village can't set up stalls, so they can't pay."

This is the truth. Ao Muyang does not allow stalls to be set up randomly in the village, especially some so-called souvenir stalls. He understands these industries, and it is full of tricks. Those souvenirs are garbage goods. After tourists buy them for a long time, they will know that they have been deceived. At that time, the damage will inevitably be the image of Longtou Village.

Liang Fulai is different. His craftsmanship is the essence of authentic folk customs. The things sold may be expensive, but tourists will never suffer any losses when they buy them. The longer they will understand their preciousness.

The old man lived at the bottom of society for too long and lived too hard. He couldn't believe that he had such good luck for a while.

After repeatedly confirming that he not only did not have to pay the stall fee but also had an additional basic salary, Liang Fulai's trembling legs became weak and he knelt in front of Ao Muyang.

Ao Muyang was startled and quickly reached out to help him up.

Liang Fulai's eyes were filled with tears in his eyes. He held Ao Muyang's arms tightly and said, "Leader, thank you so much. Really, it's so great. Thank you so much! Thank you so much! I don't know what to say. Really, Chuanwa, kneel down to the leader, and they gave us a way out..."

The boy looked at them indifferently, then frowned and tilted his head without any response.

Ao Muyang said: "No, no, hey, my grandfather, we are working together, this is a win-win situation. Don't treat this as a gift. Besides, I have requirements for you as a basic salary."

"What are the requirements? I will never refuse!" the old man said with a very ancient style.

Ao Muyang said: "That is, if someone in our village is interested in your craft in the future and wants to take you as his teacher, you have to teach them."

Liang Fulai slapped his thigh and said, "It must be, leader, you don't know. My craft is inherited from my father. Our ancestors have always lived on crafts such as shell carving and kesi. Now no one can look at this craftsmanship and learn mechanical technology. I'm still worried that this craft will be broken in my hands."

"You will definitely have students."

What Ao Muyang thought of was Ao Jinfu. The boy was stuck at home with Ao Zhiman and didn't know what he was doing, but Ao Muyang knew that he had a pair of skilled hands, wood carving, stone carving, bamboo weaving and other skills, and he hoped that Ao Jinfu could also learn the ability of shell carving.

In this way, Liang Fulai and his grandson were placed there, and Jiang Xiaoyu went to pack their luggage with enthusiasm. There were bedding, pots, pans and other daily necessities in the village warehouse, which were all used by the resort service staff before.

Quan Tao was about to leave happily, and Ao Muyang said to Ao Wenchang: "You pay 5,000 yuan to Lao Quan and leave the village account. This is a reward for him."

"There is a reward?" Quan Tao asked happily rubbed his hands.

Ao Muyang patted his shoulder and said, "What you found for the village is not an ordinary worker, but a craftsman."

He has always felt that the village lacked new development gimmicks, and Liang Fulai's arrival gave him inspiration. Perhaps the fishing village can focus on folk craft signs to continue to develop instead of simply allowing tourists to eat and drink.

From that day on, a shed was built on the crossroads of the village, with shells of all sizes placed at the door, including river clams and sea shells. An old man and his grandson were working inside, and some carvings were hung in the shed.

After this matter was settled, December entered. Whether in terms of solar terms or temperature, the red ocean has entered winter.

As soon as I entered the door of December, a light snow fell down.

The crystal clear snowflakes fall in the village and outside the village, and in the mountains and Shanghai. The ocean is still vast. The arrival of snow has no effect on the vast sea surface. However, the village and the mountains have undergone huge changes and have become a world covered with silver.

Seeing that it started to snow, Ao Muyang took out the wild prickly pears picked from autumn. After steaming them, he put them in a bowl and placed them one by one on the roof.

Lu Wuyi stood in the yard and looked up, shouting, "Brother-in-law, is this OK? Are you using it to feed cats?"

"Eat it yourself." Ao Muyang said, covering each bowl with plastic wrap. When he was a child, he made frozen prickly pears and didn't even cover the mouth of the bowl, allowing the snow to fall in.

The snow was still very clean at that time.
Chapter completed!