Thousands of years

Chapter 122 Sanqiu was once a bitter search, and now he is stepping forward to Qingyun

"Wow, how did you drink it? It's bitter and spicy." Taking a sip of the chrysanthemum wine that Sheng Xia handed over, An Ji frowned and swallowed, "Although this wine has auspicious meanings of praying for blessings and eliminating disasters, I really don't like it. Not used to drinking."

"Huh? That's not right, what I gave you should not be..." Taking the cup back to her eyes, Sheng Xia realized that the sweet-scented osmanthus wine that should have been handed out was still held in the other hand. The chrysanthemum wine that I didn't like very much was handed out.

Seeing the helpless look on her best friend's face, Sheng Xia laughed heartlessly, trying to hide her embarrassment.

"You, you also advised me to be careful not to be deceived. I'm really careless at ordinary times. I really don't know how you manage the shop well!" An Ji said, and Lin Daiyu said to Jia Baoyu, "You can change everything in the future." ' The tone is there, really helpless.

In the midsummer, sometimes you can’t get rid of the frizz when doing things. This is reflected in school—bringing fabrics but not rulers, rulers but no pins, pins but no design drafts... only An Ji Unexpectedly, there is no midsummer that cannot be left behind.

"That's different, don't forget I'm a money fan!"

"Don't look at me, I can throw things away, my Hanfu store makes money, and I can calculate the money clearly!" Sheng Xia said it frankly, but it didn't make people feel like a philistine.

Who in the world does not love money?Sheng Xia earns money by her own ability, there is nothing to be ashamed of saying it, and it is also a serious 'a gentleman loves money and gets it in a proper way'.

"By the way, if there is an opportunity for the cooperation you mentioned just now, don't forget to give me a share!"

An Ji nodded, Sheng Xia was always more mature and stable than herself in the face of major events, but in these little things in life, the latter was only a lot more childish than herself.

The sky was getting dark, and most of the booths just now had no exhibits left, and they were scattered on the booth, making people look not so appetizing.

Occasionally, children passed by, and their bright eyes became evasive because of the fragments of the pastry. Adults taught children not to eat unclean things, but children couldn't tell what was messy and what was unclean.

"Little friend, these pieces are good, untouched ones, you can take them if you want."

The girl standing behind the display stand is experienced. She cleaned up the residue and placed the complete pastries neatly. With her own diligence, the pastries that were still in demand just now would not be dumped into the trash can and walked towards them where they should not be. path of.

The child thought for a while, looking back and forth between the parents and the pastry, and finally couldn't resist the temptation of the delicious food, and said thank you for putting the pastry in his hand.

"If this was when I was a child, I wouldn't be able to tell if it was clean or not." Sheng Xia smiled in his eyes, and complained to himself very naturally, "And I'm too embarrassed to keep asking for it, so I will clean it up for others."

The two girlfriends here were chatting about the embarrassing things they had when they were young, and the girls on the other side of the booth also cleaned up the last bits and pieces of debris, and took out the plastic bags from the trash can.

"Well, no, sorry."

"Ah..." The visitor was very regretful, "It's a pity that you haven't left yet, can you leave a contact information?"

In fact, such garden parties are also an effective way for local governments to promote products. Just like the West Lake Hanfu Garden Party that was invited to participate in the midsummer, most of them will bring a lot of income to exhibitors or good publicity.

Of course, all of this still needs to be based on the premise that the quality of the merchant itself is guaranteed, otherwise it will only become a '315 anti-counterfeiting'.

"Okay, then you can add me on WeChat."

After dealing with the visitor, the girl explained a few words to her companion, and walked towards An Ji and Sheng Xia.

"I saw you calling on the phone just now, so I'm not ashamed to interrupt..." The girl didn't give the two of them time to react, and continued, "Are you the Hanfu store and the inheritor of intangible cultural heritage who made short plays?"

During this period of time, other intangible genetic inheritance units or related practitioners have learned this form and started to make short plays. An Ji and Sheng Xia don't know if the other party is referring to themselves.

Seeing that the two didn't have the reaction she imagined, the girl couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but she still didn't give up and added: "Is that Hang Luo?"

"Well, we are... have you seen it?"

"Ahhh, I'm that full stop, chasing after him from the beginning to the end, I didn't expect to see this deity here!"

"Well, there are two full stops, girl, who are you?" Sheng Xia just opened his mouth, and it was indeed the taste of 'Dian Dian' in the comment area.

After the words were out of his mouth, Sheng Xia realized that his tone was inappropriate, and hurriedly coughed twice, trying to make amends.

"Ah, you really are a store!"

"Well... I've made it clear this time, you are Dian Dian, and you are the inheritor!"

It was only at this time that Sheng Xia realized that he was worrying too much.After all, those two full stops didn't seem to be too restrained in their speeches in the comment area. In reality, it is natural that they must have a detached temperament.

"Each time your video is either not on camera, or on camera together, even when you broadcast the live broadcast in the store! You can't tell the difference at all!"

"My girlfriends do come to help me often." Even when they spoke, they all spoke in unison.Normally, An Ji and Sheng Xia didn't feel anything, but they felt awkward in front of fans.

The girl in charge of the booth was still immersed in the joy of 'meeting the blogger she is a fan of', and did not notice the embarrassment of the two at all: "I will be able to show off in the future, I am not a fake fan!"

Not far away, the color of the chrysanthemums has dimmed, and the sky sent the stars, and the chrysanthemums are shining in the sky, but the flowers are drooping.

The friends who were traveling with the girl were urging, but the girl still had a good chat with her girlfriends, and after thinking about it, she blushed and shouted: "Shop store, put the clothes on the shelf quickly, there are enough pastries and wine, I will Pay the money, this girl has money!"

Speaking up for her 'love' for Hangluo and Hanfu, the girl was very brave, and she didn't feel that she was dead at all.What's more, there are acquaintances around, and these words are said in more than one person's heart. How can anyone laugh at this kind of "daring to speak out for love"?
"Hahaha, it's good to be young, I don't dare to do it now." Sheng Xia sighed, and thumped his waist pretendingly, "Old man, if we can fight for a few more years, we should be the post-00s!"

"I think back when I was in college, I dared to think and say what I said, without so much consideration. Now I am still trapped by reality after all, which is not as good as it was back then."

Ruirui is brewed at four o'clock, and it is sunny in golden autumn.Lin Shu rustled, wanting to find sooner or later.The morning sun came again, and Qingyun took a seat.Wait until Sanchun to go, and the east wind will be within reach.

I don't know who wrote such a doggerel on the message board at the side, expressing all the sighs of midsummer with this autumn chrysanthemum.

"But in fact we are not old. The uncles and aunts in the factory can lead the factory to make so many innovations, so we must be fine." Sheng Xia's thinking was too jumpy, and he didn't know when it turned into a completely different idea. A different thought.

Whether there is a problem or not, An Ji can't tell, but An Ji knows that—the uncles and aunts in the factory have been busy for most of their lives, and the participation of himself, girlfriends and boyfriends in the past two or three years will eventually pay off.

"Hey, what do we ask for in return for doing this kind of thing?" Facing the interview with the visitor, Aunt Wang smiled and shook her head, as always kindly, "If you ask for a return, you can ask our sister Zhang. If we want to make money, we will specialize Isn’t it good to make silk embroidery?”

Hangzhou's silk is famous all over the world, but how many people don't remember the time between hangluo, song brocade and Kesi?
What is really well-known to the public are those imitation silk prints, embroidered handkerchiefs, and scarves, with the slogan "[-]% off in the last seven days" every day, attracting customers from all over the world.

"You are right, but what do your children think of this kind of thing?" News reports not only need truth, but also need touching points.

A good news media, a good reporter, will think about real issues, instead of using exaggerated headlines and edited remarks as flashpoints to attract the attention of the audience.

"It's okay if it's not convenient for you to answer." Xu was afraid that Aunt Wang would misunderstand her purpose, so the reporter explained, "We just want to know about the difficulties you have faced and are facing now, and understand the young people's attitude towards the future. The views of these old crafts."

An Ji cannot represent young people, and those who are full of disdain for these old crafts cannot represent young people.This point, the reporter and everyone present are very clear.

It's just that the incomprehension of the society is often not as good as the incomprehension of the family. Just like what An Ji faced at the beginning, the reality is not only the big environment, but also the small family. Both of them cannot be separated from each other. The shackles, but also somewhere, become a person's strongest backing.

"My children don't think it's good or bad. It's just that when I was a child, I felt that it would be shameless to speak out. Other parents have iron rice bowls like teachers and police. We are weavers, and it seems to be precarious."

"Follow me now..."

Whether it is Aunt Wang or Uncle Li, in fact, the children in the family have always felt that the profession of weaver is not decent, and it is a joke to talk about it.

"He always said that the family is not short of money, and told me to retire and stop working." Aunt Wang said, feeling a little sad.

The children have their own careers, don't worry about food and clothing, and can even support themselves and their wives.But no one can understand his love for Hang Luo, and no one is willing to inherit his mantle.

"There are still fewer and fewer people learning this craft. Even my own children can't bear the hardship. Is there any child who didn't grow up with the care of their parents?"

Recording Aunt Wang's words one by one, the reporter reported all these news, the best way to see whether a person is showing his true feelings, but unknowingly has also been brought into the former's worries about Hangluo's successors.

Marking this emotionally intense content as a key point, the reporter naturally intends to emphasize it, so as to gain the attention and discussion of the audience.

Looking around, coupled with An Ji's WeChat, indicating that there was something to communicate in time, the reporter hurriedly escaped from this emotional field beyond his control.

The reporter didn't stop until he walked outside the fence of the factory, took out his shorthand notebook, and crossed out the key points just marked. During the discussion, there will always be people who doubt the emotions and original intentions of these old people. Chilling.

"Isn't this very good? I'm very touched. Many people from my parents' generation have nostalgic feelings for this Hang Luo." The cameraman saw that his colleague had crossed out the key point, and after a long silence, he settled his camera Well, I still frowned.

"Isn't it emotion that moves people in these cultures? When talking about history, some people will always think that it's all the past. It's good to write about it in books so that someone knows it."

"Since it is an exclusive interview report, I still want to think about the mood of these old people when they see the comment area." They are all old colleagues who have cooperated for many years, and the reporter also knows the character of the cameraman, and understands that the latter is also for these people. we consider.

"Sometimes, we can't really blame people for being too hostile nowadays. It is true that some brands always play the emotional card, which makes many people chill."

Even if the cameraman understood what the reporter and colleague meant, he put all the machines in his hand into the interview car, and returned to his silent appearance in the factory just now.

"I hope they can make greater achievements in the future, and then no one will think that they are relying on emotional cards to survive." Stepping into the interview car, the reporter's voice stopped with the closing of the car door.

"Click, boom!"

"Click, click, boom!"

The interviewer left, and the factory resumed its usual rhythm without being affected by the former at all.

"Okay, you've made progress, why don't you say you're learning really fast!" Aunt Zhang praised An Ji's words without hesitation, seeing the girl in front of her who was serious about doing things, Aunt Zhang felt at ease in her heart.

With An Ji as a down-to-earth, hard-working and innovative inheritor, I dare not say whether he can help his peers, at least Hang Luo will not be broken in the hands of his own generation!
With An Ji, Aunt Zhang is really relieved that she will not be sorry for the craftsmanship that has been handed down for generations in her family, nor will she be sorry for the ancestor who carried forward this craft thousands of years ago in Hangzhou.

"Come on, come here and tie two knots, I'll see." Signaling An Ji to put down the work in hand, Aunt Zhang pulled him up, "This is often used, you still practice less than we did at that time, you often need to recover Take a moment, or you will die by hand."

Looking at the two hair-like silk threads in front of him, An Ji couldn't help but hold his breath.

Then press the intersection point with the thumb of the left hand, and make the silk thread on the right hand wrap around the big finger, clamp it on the previous intersection point, and then pass the silk thread of the left hand through the circle just now... the same as that The process is exactly the same as in the ancient book, exactly.

"Your hand is a little looser here. Look, this knot is a bit bigger than mine?" Aunt Zhang stared at An Ji, and she could tie a knot that was a little smaller than the latter's. Yes, this effort really cannot be done in a day and a half.

"But it's really good. At that time, I didn't have the patience yet, let alone tie the knot."

Encouragement as always, patience as always, Aunt Zhang is afraid that she will teach An Ji even a little less, and she is afraid that she will scare this good seed away...

The calls always came at such inappropriate times, An Ji could only stand up apologetically, took the phone and walked out.

(End of this chapter)