National Treasure Artist

Chapter 217 The God Stick Sumu (for Subscription)

"It's incredible that there is such an ancient village in such a deep mountain."

"It's like a dream."

Although I have witnessed and even personally participated in the construction of the ancient village.

But a year later, when they stood in front of the village again, everyone was still wide-eyed, full of disbelief, and full of joy and satisfaction.

Even Bai Gongtong, the chief designer of this miracle deep in the mountains, couldn't help but clenched his fists tightly.

Planning is always planning, and no matter how good the calculation is, it may only be on paper.

Bai Gongtong did his best at the beginning, and the rest needs the government, enterprises that need funding, every villager of the Buyi people, and the promotion of the right time, place and people!

There is no doubt that the immediate results have fully met expectations, and it can even be said to have greatly exceeded previous expectations.

"Let's go in and have a look."

Bai Gongtong smiled brightly, and took the first step.

On Qingshi Road in the middle of the night, there were Bai Gongtong and his group, and they were not walking fast. They happily looked carefully at every business that was not closed on both sides.

Through the light, you can see the inside of the shop. Some merchants are calculating the revenue for the day, some merchants are taking care of the hygiene, and some merchants are counting the goods.
Pinellia, Guangbai, Qianhe, Laoyang
Everyone's eyes and expressions on their faces are full of happiness.

At the end of the crowd, the old driver Chen looked at the group of white-collar workers from the big cities in front and felt a little strange.

He followed the eyes of everyone and looked into the shops on both sides. He thought he could see something different, but the scene in front of him turned out to be too ordinary!
I couldn't help muttering in my heart: "What have you seen? Can you be happy like this?"

"It's really rare to see people from big cities."

After a while, everyone walked to the center of Qingshi Road, and there were three largest and best-decorated shops lined up in front of everyone.

"It's the old tavern, Jinxiufang, and the pottery hall!"

Qianhe cried out excitedly.

"Come on, let's go have a look."

Entering the clay pottery hall, there are exquisite Buyi clay pottery products on the mahogany shelves. From the grain, glaze color and other aspects, it is easy to judge the high craftsmanship of the clay pottery masters.

"Sorry everyone, the shop is closed."

There was a young man in the shop. He was staring intently at an object in his hand, and he couldn't help but raise his head when he heard the sound. He felt a little strange that there were so many customers at such a late hour, but he didn't forget to shout despite being strange.

"Brother doesn't seem to be a native of the Buyi tribe in Banwan Village."

Gongtong and Qianhe didn't care when they heard the words, they still looked at each work carefully with their old gods.

At this time, I saw Su Mu with his hands behind his back, and suddenly asked the only brother in the store.

His words were very firm, and after the words fell, a pair of small eyes looked at the latter with a smile.

"how do you know?"

The young man was startled.

"I'll take a look again."

Su Mu took two steps lightly, with an inscrutable look: "You should come here from the surrounding villages of the Buyi people to learn crafts as an apprentice, right?"

Hearing the words, the young brother stopped the movement of his hands, and looked at the fat man with wide eyes: "How do you know?"

Facing this question, Su Mu didn't answer, just waved his hands with a smile, and then strode away like a master.

Gongtong, Qianhe, Banxia, ​​Jingmo, Lao Yang and the others looked at this scene amusedly, and then they all smiled and walked out shaking their heads.

The young brother and the old driver Chen who left last looked at each other in surprise.

In fact, Su Mu's reasoning seems magical, but it is actually very simple.

First, the young brother did not recognize their identities. From this alone, it can be judged that the identity of this young brother is definitely not a member of the Buyi tribe.

This is Su Mu's self-confidence, and it is also the determination of everyone in Gongtong.

Second, when the group of them entered the store, the little brother was looking at a clay pottery product very carefully.

His expression is focused, and he shows his thoughts from time to time. From this point, he can roughly see his identity.

Third, although the Bouyei people's clay pottery skills are superb, they are not well-known today, and it is difficult to attract apprentices from outside the surrounding area.

To sum up, it is not difficult to guess the general background and information of the young brother.

Everyone turned around and entered the second shop next to it. This shop was called Jinxiufang, and it specialized in selling cloth and traditional costumes woven by the old village.

In the shop, clothing and cloth are lined up in row upon row, neatly arranged.

The patterns and patterns on the cloth are familiar and exquisite, and reveal a strange, ancient charm that has never been seen in the outside world.

"good."

Gongtong nodded and praised, feeling more and more satisfied.

Everyone's mood is the same, they love every detail of this village very much, for fear that it will go astray.

"Misters and ladies, I'm very sorry, our store is closed."

Two girls in traditional Buyi costumes in the shop greeted them. When they saw the group of Baitong trees, they were suddenly startled and felt a little familiar.

"The two girls don't seem to be from the Buyi tribe in Banwan Village, right?"

Fatty Su Mu asked again with a smile.

This question made Qianhe and Guangbai dumbfounded, made the driver Chen behind him even more strange, and made the two girls in traditional costumes puzzled.

"Sir, how do you know?"

the girl asked strangely.

"Don't talk to this guy."

Su Mu was about to continue showing off, but Davidia Davidson grabbed the fat man, smiled and said to the girls:

"Let's just take a look at it casually, and you continue to be busy."

"It's so late, if you finish packing early, you can go back to rest earlier."

After finishing speaking, he led everyone out of the Jinxiufang shop.

As soon as they walked out, the first two girls behind them put their heads together: "Do you think those people look familiar?"

"You think so too?"

"Especially the gentleman who leads the team, I seem to have seen it somewhere!"

After a short conversation, the two of them frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

"what!"

A girl suddenly screamed out, her eyes widened.

"I seem to remember it!"

Under the gaze of her companion, her face became shocked, she took out her phone with trembling hands, and opened the browser.

Quickly pressing a string of names on the search page, the two girls looked closely at the screen.

"what!"

"Oh my God!"

"Something happened!"

"It sure is him!"

"Designer Baibai is back!"

"The creator of the village is back!"

The two exclaimed almost simultaneously.

They looked at each other, swallowed their saliva, stood up immediately after hula, and rushed to the outside of the store at a trot, rushing in the direction that Bai Gongtong and the others had left before.

The two stood at the door of the old tavern shop, their faces were flushed, and their chests heaved violently.

They looked at the people in the wine shop as if they were on a pilgrimage.

The little brother in the clay pottery shop next to him was about to close the store, when he saw the two girls, he couldn't help but stop closing the door, stepped forward and walked over.

He stood beside the girls and looked into the liquor store.

There was doubt on his face, and he was about to speak out, but there was a sudden change in the room.

"As soon as you enter the room, the smell of wine hits your nostrils, it's really attractive."

"Uncle Li's skills are getting better and better."

Gong Tong looked at the small wine jars on the drunk driver and said with a smile.

"Yes, Uncle Li's wine is the best!"

"Not at all."

Everyone agreed.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps on the wooden floor came from the stairway in the attic.

The big guy heard the reputation and looked forward, with some expectations in his heart.

(End of this chapter)