After my grandmother called me home in my dream, my spiritual energy revived

Chapter 17 Traditional Intangible Cultural Heritage
Song Miaozhu hurriedly expressed her gratitude.

Although she had no requirements for the business of the paper shop in the human world, it was mainly used as a cover for the purchase of goods for the ghost shop, and she also sold some low-quality paper-making practice works that could not be sold at a high price in the underworld, but it would be a good thing if the paper shop's business was good.

A money lover will never think that he has too little money.

After obtaining the business license, her Anshou paper shop and convenience store can open on a certain day.

But there is still a sign missing.

While there was still time, she sent a green bubble message to Zhao's Woodcarving Shop.

[Meow Bamboo: Is Master Zhao in the shop today? I want to order something.]

【Zhao Mumu: Yes.】

【Meow Bamboo: Coming right away! 】

The wood carving shop and her paper shop were in the same direction. Song Miaozhu went back to the shop first, put the goods to be sold tonight into the ghost shop, and then continued walking forward through the alley next to the paper shop.

Walk all the way to the asphalt road outside the town.

Across the road, at the foot of the mountain, is the old quarry.

Now there is a stone carving workshop under the quarry, and next to the workshop is Zhao’s Woodcarving Shop.

It has the same ancient architectural style as the houses in the town, but it is newly built.

I just heard from the staff that these two places have become typical examples of intangible cultural heritage inheritance supported by the town.

【Meow Bamboo: I’m here.】

Soon, a young girl wearing a canvas apron and sleeves walked out of the woodcarving shop quickly. "Hello! Is this Meow Bamboo?"

This person should be Master Zhao’s apprentice, Zhao Mumu. According to Aunt Chen, he is from a big city and has been here for several years.

"That's right." Song Miaozhu walked up and introduced herself: "I want to order a shop sign."

"No problem! I'll take you to see my master! He's in the backyard." Zhao Mumu took her into the wood carving shop.

After Song Miaozhu entered the lobby of the woodcarving shop, his eyes fell on the antique display cabinet.

Zhao Mumu saw it and slowed down his pace. "These wooden carvings are all my master's work, and they're for sale! Do you like them?"

Song Miaozhu shook her head. This wasn't what she was looking for. "Can you make a shelf like this here?"

"A shelf?" Zhao Mumu was stunned. "You mean this antique shelf? Of course! Of course it can be made. I made this last year. I also learned some carpentry skills before."

"Then I want to buy a lot of these shelves to display goods. But they should be longer and deeper."

Song Miaozhu gave her a rough demonstration.

You need a few in the paper shop and a few in the ghost shop.

"Um, what business are you in? What kind of goods are you selling?"

"It's a paper-making shop, but the shelves are for storing snacks. They should be about the same size as those used in a small shop." Song Miaozhu said, "This kind of antique display shelf is more retro than iron or plastic shelves, and it looks better."

Zhao Mumu: “…”

Although she didn't understand how paper-made items and side dishes were put together, she expressed her respect.

"There are quite a few businesses in town that use wooden shelves for their store style, just like you. There's still some stock in the warehouse. If you don't have any special requirements, you can go to the warehouse and buy them."

"That's even better!" Song Miaozhu was anxious to get this done, the sooner the better.

Her requirements were not high; as long as it was a wooden shelf made of decent quality, she would be fine. She followed him directly to the warehouse and bought all the shelves needed for the paper shop and the ghost shop. "Please send them directly to Anshou Paper Shop, No. 4 Huaihua Lane."

After buying the storage rack, Song Miaozhu followed Zhao Mumu to the backyard to meet her master.

The gray-haired old man, with thick reading glasses slung over his nose, stared at her face for a long time: "Is your last name Song? Who is Song Huaishu to you?"

"It's my grandfather." Song Miaozhu said.

Her great-grandmother is Song Huaihua, her grandfather is Song Huaishu, and her father is Song Huaishi.

She almost got the name Huai as well, but her mother strongly insisted that the scientific name be Miaozhu.

However, the nickname still has the usual characteristics of their family, and no one has called it for a long time.

Unexpectedly, the old man and her grandfather were old acquaintances. Song Miaozhu felt bad, and sure enough, she heard the old man laughing and saying:

"Ah! It's Huai Sui'er! When you were doing your one-year-old celebration, your grandfather asked me to get a little wooden tiger, but you grabbed a golden paper ingot. You squeezed it with your little hands and it flattened. You cried!"

Zhao Mumu couldn't help but steal a glance at Song Miaozhu, trying hard to hold back his laughter, but he couldn't hold it back any longer: "Hahaha!"

Song Miaozhu's face flushed slightly: "Grandpa Zhao, that was all when we were little!"

Huai Sui'er, Huai Shui'er, when she was in elementary school in the town, she didn't know how many times she was called Song Huai Shui'er because of this nickname.

It’s all black history!

"Time flies! Little Huaisui has grown up so fast. Your grandfather has been gone for many years. After he left, I can't even enjoy drinking anymore." The old man suddenly sighed: "Now I just hope to teach my skills to Mu girl, and then I'll go downstairs and have a drink with him!"

Song Miaozhu thought, maybe it won’t work.

Her grandfather had also been reincarnated and had never even seen her.

"By the way, Mu Yatou said you were here to order a shop sign. What kind of shop are you planning to open?" The old man finally remembered the business.

"Anshou Paper Shop." Song Miaozhu said.

"Anshou Paper Shop?" The old man looked at her in surprise, then revealed a touching expression: "I didn't expect that among us old guys, in the end, only you, Huai Sui'er, are filial. When you grow up, you are willing to go back to your hometown to take over the burden of your elders. Unlike those conscienceless people in my house, they don't want to go back home or to their country..."

At this point, the old man became very sad: "Actually, I can understand it. With the development of society and the advancement of technology, handicrafts are no longer popular. If it weren't for the town's help in promoting it, no one would care..."

"Huai Sui'er, your family's paper shop was passed down from our ancestors. You should be able to ask the town for help in promoting it. I don't understand much about this, Mu Yatou, you can talk to Huai Sui'er about it later."

The old man ordered.

Zhao Mumu: "Okay! Huai..."

"My name is Song Miaozhu, thank you." Song Miaozhu said quickly.

"Okay, Miaozhu, I have some materials from the original application for intangible cultural heritage. I will send them to you when the time comes." Zhao Mumu said.

"It's troublesome." Song Miaozhu said.

The old man had more to say today when he saw the son of his old friend:
"Huai Sui'er, after your shop closed, it was a pity for many elderly people in this town!

The paper ingots made by your family are still the best. I always feel that those fancy paper money nowadays are missing something.

Now you're back.

This is really accurate in grabbing the week!

By the way, when does the paper shop open? Is there any stock in the shop? It’s almost Qingming Festival, and I have to buy some quickly, otherwise if the other old guys find out, I won’t be able to grab it! "

(End of this chapter)