Attack Stream of Life

    It has been almost half a year since the first batch of educated youths arrived, and the second batch of educated youths also arrived. Because there were too many educated youths, the village proposed to build a resettlement site for educated youths. They found an open space, and the educated youth paid as they wished, and soon they built a row of mud-brick and ash-tiled houses.

    The life in the countryside is not easy, a few educated youths found a relationship and went back, but most of them could not go back. Everyone thought that Ma Anna would leave. After all, her father was also an officer, but she didn't leave. She slowly followed the line of the captain and made friends with other people in the village.

    Qing Chuan and others still turned a blind eye to her, but apart from their family, everyone else treated Ma Anna well. After all, this is a beautiful, gentle and lavish girl. I don't know how many people think that winning her own son will save ten years of struggle. Ma Anna, who had suffered a lot from Wei Ge's side, finally gave up, and she began to get close to a new educated youth.

    Of course, although she is no longer close to Wei Ge, she still often goes to Qingchuan to express her sincerity. Many people, including the old people in the village, are persuading Qingchuan to break the bones and connect the tendons. They are all the same father, and they are so sincere, why don't they look at it? The old lady is just too stubborn. They are young people, and they are brothers and sisters, so they shouldn't make trouble like this.

    Qingchuan laughed, cut a plate of bacon and invited these old men who came to intercede to eat, and drank some wine during the banquet. The old people shook their heads, "Elders, I will put these words here today. I was called a child without a father when I was a child, okay, I will treat myself as a dead father. If you are welcome, today he Even if Ma Liu is dead, it's not my turn to throw a pot on him, my mother won't even shed a single tear, and I still eat meat and drink, what is his Ma Liu's daughter?"

    He stood up, looked at everyone present indifferently, and sneered: "I respect you as elders, don't bully us orphans and widows. The law has sentenced us to be two families, why, Do you think the old society is good, but do you still use clan to force people? Do you think that you are bigger than the country and bigger than the law? If you are in a hurry, I will go to the government and ask, if the wife of the soldier has not left, you will make a big deal with others. What's wrong with the stomach? Go back and tell Ma Anna, stay away if you don't want Ma Liu to lose office and go to jail, and her new partner doesn't want her father-in-law who is in jail, right?"

    Qing Chuan was drunk and crazy, but the elders didn't dare to take him as a joke. Even though Qingchuan was just a worker in a slaughterhouse, he said that it was so hard to find a job these days and he was still able to hold an iron rice bowl with a rural household registration. If he really went to the top to report, the situation outside is so severe now, if he really succeeded, it would also be a loss to their village. After all, it's not easy to have an official in the village, even if it's not good, it's good to say it.

    Ma Anna also stopped for a while. Of course, it was inevitable that she had cried in front of a few friends, and she found out that the eyes of Qingchuan were wrong, like looking at some beast and wolf heart. the wicked.

    Qingchuan didn't care about them, he was annoying, and there were endless waves of intercession, does he really think he has no temper? There is also Ma Anna, who came here mainly for the reform through labor of those living in the shacks below, so why bother to look at his sign.

    To be honest, Qingchuan doesn't hate the realistic and scheming Ma Anna, she can win over so many people is her ability, can be reborn and communicate with animals is her luck, but she should not bother Qingchuan, Qingchuan had to take extra time to solve it.

    Now is the critical period for brushing tasks, how can I play games with a little girl in my spare time?

      Selling it on the black market, earning points and continuing to buy, in this cycle, he has already touched the edge of a master-level cook, but at this time, Ma Zhiqing came to him every day and couldn't prevent him.

    It's done once and for all.

    Day after day, the village is still noisy over trivial matters, and the educated youth resettlement site has also performed several love-hate relationships, but all of this seems to have nothing to do with Qingchuan.

    Weige became a well-known slacker in the village. Everyone was shaking their heads in secret. Qingchuan, who was delicious and delicious, raised a son. Not only did he have to raise him young, but he also had to raise him old. Speaking of which, Qingchuan was not worth it, so the child was better born. , the rearing is not good.

    Qingchuan knew that this kid secretly sold the gold and silver that his grandmother left him, was doing business on the black market, and even attracted a group of people to call him brother after him. Qingchuan didn't understand why Wei Ge suddenly became obsessed with money. Maybe this is the basic quality of a future boss? The only thing he can do is probably turn a blind eye and just pretend he doesn't know.

    His progress is also gratifying. When he was almost thirty years old, Qingchuan finally stabilized at the master level, and all the main quests were completed. The system thought that he would continue to work hard to reach the god-level. Who knew that from then on, apart from the work in the slaughterhouse and the livestock given by the system every month, Qingchuan would not even be bothered to pick up a knife. When he had spare time, he would use all kinds of creams to maintain his own. hand.

    "What do you do?"

    "Take care of your hands." Qing Chuan didn't look up.

    "Maintain your hands?!"

    "Hands are the most precious thing for artists besides their brains, shouldn't they be cherished?"

    "Aren't you going to continue?" The system didn't understand, how could such a diligent and persistent person in the previous world suddenly change.

    "First of all." Qingchuan raised a finger, "I don't want to be a god-level butcher or a god-level forensic doctor, a master-level cook is enough. Second, I don't like to destroy , No matter how wonderful the slaughtering and dissection is like art, it is also the process of decomposing and destroying, and I like to create. Finally, you have to admit that human energy is limited, I can't walk a world to learn a god-level skill and guarantee them No downshifts at all. I have to selectively keep the more cost-effective ones and discard the less cost-effective ones.”

    "Do you know what Paoding Jie Niu's mutation is?" The system's tone was as if he had missed a hundred million, "After the upgrade, your eyes can see through other people's weak points, and you will be sure to hit with one hit!"

    "I expected it. But so what, I'm not a front-line soldier, I just like to create beauty."

    After completing the main quest, Qingchuan had a lot of time, and he started the skills he learned in the previous world. Because there is no kiln, the clay figurines can only be dried and colored. Qingchuan has made many clay figurines with rural themes.

    In the beginning, it was just for fun, and the extras were given to the children in the village. But after all, the god-level craftsmanship cannot be hidden. Soon, his clay figurines were spread among the children, and some adults also collected some. and many more.

    In a few years, even the commune knew that there was a clay kneader in their village who was very good at kneading. The leaders above suggested that such a good technology should not be wasted. How about we make a big harvest and build a big project? If it is done well, it can also be put on the external exhibition. The bamboo carving art in the commune next door has made a big splash, and the clay figurine art of our commune is not bad!

    Qingchuan carefully kneaded a set of clay figurines with a good harvest, and passed them all the way from the commune to the county leadership office. His superb skills impressed the leaders, so he reported the clay figurine art of Changshan Village to prepare Looking forward to attending the next Canton Fair. If you can sell it at foreign exhibitions and earn foreign exchange, it will be a big deal.

    The leaders of the commune attach great importance to this matter. I heard that the burned ones are stronger and last longer. They also specially built a kiln for Qingchuan alone, and approved the sliver to cut down the pine wood on the mountain for fuel. , and allocated a few worker places to help Qingchuan work.

    I became a foreman unexpectedly, and the salary was higher than that of the slaughterhouse. Qingchuan resigned from the slaughterhouse and gave the slaughterhouse job to the eldest nephew of the eldest brother's family. The eldest nephew entered the slaughterhouse to work as a temporary worker. Not to mention the gratitude, others are also staring at the number of helpers under his command.

    Good guy, a helper costs twelve yuan a month.

    Qingchuan did not give any face to anyone, and carefully selected a few skillful, hands-on teaching them to make clay figures, and taught them all kinds of secret skills without reservation.

    The Canton Fair is in October, but the preparations for Qingchuan began at the beginning of the year. He made a lot of clay figurines with ethnic characteristics, and also made a group of clay figurines that were considered immoral and unconventional at the time, but were very beautiful and fashionable in later generations.

    Because of his special situation, the most challenging 'Bikini' beauty series that made people blush even passed the inspection, and went to Guangzhou in a truck with Qingchuan and others .

    Wei Geyin is Qingchuan's adopted son, and he has the cheek to ask for a place to follow.

    Changshan Village is on the southern coast, not far from Guangzhou, and it took a few days to get there when I was dizzy on a big truck. At this time, because of the Canton Fair, a large number of exhibitors have gathered here. The hotel cannot be booked, and there is no such money, so everyone rents a local yard, and seven or eight people who come here are crowded in two rooms. Bought the material and burned it myself.

    After a day's rest, everyone couldn't help but go outside for a walk. The streets have been cleaned up. From time to time, you can see foreign businessmen coming to China, including blond and blue-eyed white people, and some Chinese people. businessmen from other Asian countries.

    A few days before the start of the exhibition, after everyone registered, the organizer asked everyone who came to the exhibition to repair their hair and beards, clean their bodies, and wear decent clothes.

    Most of the people who came this time were in a hurry, renting clothes, renting clothes, shaving their hair. Qingchuan took a pair of scissors and personally cut Wei Ge a stylish short haircut, and he also brought two sets of 'appropriate' clothes in preparation.

    Blouse in white poplin with gold-trimmed white shell buttons, black trousers in soft drapey fabric, black patent leather cowhide shoes, and a grey with white plaid The thin cashmere windbreaker really needs to be graceful and graceful, and it needs to be warm.

    In this way, Qingchuan is several years younger, and looks like a young man in his early twenties, and he still belongs to the gentle and handsome one. On the other hand, Wei Ge has been running around in the past few years to show off his honey-colored skin, and he doesn't look as bright as Qingchuan.

    The products of the exhibition will be ready two days before the exhibition. Their clay figures are not in a good position. They are in the corner. They have no experience and no billboards.

    The mayor stomped his feet in a hurry when he saw that others had billboards. The location of their booth is very biased. It is behind the corner. If you don't pay attention, you will walk directly there. There are no particularly bright lights there.

    Ask the person in charge, the person in charge is a young man in a suit, with three or seven points of oil on his hair, looking at them up and down, "Did you not get to know them well before coming here? They are also the first The next time you participate, you will be well prepared, you guys...really wasting the opportunities and places given by the country."

    He made a point of accusations and left without giving a solution.

    The mayor slammed the wall angrily, "It's all my fault for not asking clearly before."

    Everyone knows that this time is a hard-earned opportunity. If this time fails, there will be no future. I don't know how many eyes are fixed on the quota of the Canton Fair. The township chief and others are also under huge pressure, and if they fail, they will become benevolent.

    "No hurry, there are still two days, we still have time." Qing Chuan calmly said, "There is no way now, then the dead horse will be used as a living horse doctor." The wood and the large plain white cloth, as well as the small colored light bulbs and wiring boards. It is also strange that Qingchuan is usually a low-key person, but at this time he is very imposing, making people obey him unconsciously.

    Qingchuan asked someone to borrow a few long wooden boards, bought a white cloth and nailed it, which is oil painting canvas. He bought paint in a hurry, and when he couldn't find oil paint, he replaced it with gouache, and then started painting on the spot.

    Fortunately, when he started to knead the clay figurines, he bought the virtual classroom and got the artistic feeling back. Qingchuan painted quickly and well. He needed to draw four boards, each two square meters. This was a big project. Everyone stared at the young man who was painting on the spot, and even people from far away booths had to find an excuse to come and see.

    "I didn't expect our master to have such a skill. Where did you learn this?" Everyone was surprised.

    Qingchuan thought for a while, "Actually, it's the people who came to our village to transform..." He lowered his voice.

    Others felt that something was wrong, but looking at the painting, they couldn't tell what was wrong. The village head comforted: "It seems that their transformation is still very successful. They want to turn bad things into good things. Look, won't they become good things now?"

    The first painting is at night, the moon is dark and the wind is high, and a bonfire is burning underneath. Fifty-six ethnic groups wear their national costumes and sing and dance around the bonfire. Joy and hope for the future look very harmonious and beautiful.

    The second picture is a western-style ball. The elegant lady lifts her skirt and dances with the elegant gentlemen. The setting is looming, very extravagant.

    The third picture is the beach, the sea and the sky line, white waves brush the golden sand, women in bikinis and men in swimming trunks are playing, and children are playing happily.

    The fourth picture is the futuristic city, full of skyscrapers and bright neon lights, fashionable people shopping on the street, and cool cars passing through the city.

    Under the first picture is a clay figurine with national characteristics. Below the second painting is a clay figurine in Western-style classical attire. Under the third picture, there are bikini beauties walking or lying down. Below the fourth painting is an urban beauty. A pair corresponds to a theme, at a glance.

    There are arrows made of colorful lights at the corners, and the shining lights lead the guests to this booth from the outside.

    "Papapapa." The village chief looked at the brand new booth and couldn't help applauding. Even the people on the side who watched Qingchuan pick up his pen and scold him from scratch also cheered.

    It took two days to draw such a beautiful poster, and this little corner was so eye-catching.

    Qingchuan himself was very dissatisfied, the time was too hurried, he barely closed his eyes for almost two nights, so he barely finished the painting.

     But after two days of boiling, my face is white and my eyes are black like a ghost.

    Others also said, "Hurry up and rest, tomorrow will not work without your master."

    Qing Chuan woke up after only three hours of sleep. He took a shower, cleaned himself up very well, and stayed in front of the booth early.

    The location of their booth is very biased, but the effect of the four posters is still good, and there are colorful lights, and there are foreign businessmen who are interested in these handicrafts. They had a big deal in about a morning, no, maybe it would be more appropriate to say 'he'.

    The mayor is quite talkative on weekdays, but when he sees a foreigner with a high nose, he becomes dumb, and others are not much better, even Wei Ge, who has high hopes in Qingchuan, can't open his mouth , It was obvious that the foreign businessmen brought translators, and I didn't know what they were nervous about, so they had to go to Qingchuan.

    He talked with Gao Noi, he didn't mention the price, he just talked about art. Qingchuan had studied the history of Western sculpture, and when he said it, it seemed like that. As long as the clay figurines are upgraded from handicrafts to works of art, the price is easy to negotiate.

    As a producer, Qingchuan is most qualified to tell people the historical value, artistic value and collection value of clay figurines.

    The other party is not stupid, he is a qualified businessman, but Qingchuan's performance is also very good. They come and go, and they engage in price tug-of-war from all aspects.

    The final transaction price was USD 0.8 per unit for more than 100 pieces and USD 0.5 for more than 1,000 pieces, and the other party ordered 3,000 pieces.

    Their truck only brought less than 10,000 pieces, so one-third of the deal was sold. Everyone was screaming with excitement. Only the township chief was still pinching his fingers to calculate the price. "How much is $0.50 in our money?"

    "Five or six." Someone said.

    "One piece is only five or six yuan?! Isn't that three thousand pieces..." The township head straightened his eyes, patted Qingchuan's shoulder vigorously, and whispered: "It's worth learning." He I thought English was also learned from the delegates.

    Qingchuan doesn't think there are many, these are big dolls over 20 centimeters, only one third of them can be successfully burned in one kiln, and the elimination rate is so high, this amount of money is not enough for labor. That is to say, labor is worthless at this moment, otherwise it will lose money at all. The clay figurines he made are all exquisite in facial features and gorgeous in clothes, and they are all handmade.

    Forget it, now the country needs foreign exchange, let’s make a profit at a loss.

    There were reporters at the exhibition. When they saw the deal, they came to take a picture. They came to take pictures of the Changshan clay figurines, and also took pictures of a group of silly people.

    "Comrade reporter, can this be published in the newspaper?" Everyone was very excited.

    "I can do it, don't worry." The reporter was busy taking a single photo of Qingchuan. He looks good and has a 'legendary experience' of painting on the spot. He is also a master of kneading clay figurines. , the most topical, of course, two separate shots.

    In the next two days, the remaining clay figurines were also sold, and the order received would be exchanged for RMB at the organizer's side. The money could not reach Qingchuan, so he just took it to death Wages, most of which will be put into the commune as public funds, no wonder the township chief's eyes narrowed with laughter.

    He patted the great hero on the shoulder, "Let's come again next year, come again!"

    The villagers took the list to find the organizer, leaving only Qingchuan Haowei Ge.

    "Uncle, I want to learn English, learn what you and them say." Wei Ge stared at Qingchuan, he was about the same height, but he looked up, "I want to be like you. "