Douyin's Craft King

It was a little strange in my heart.

These...... folks don't even marvel that he rides a tiger.

This made him feel so unfulfilled.

However, this concern from the villagers made Wang Congcong feel warm and warm.

When I think about it, I understand, Ye Heng is in the village...... These...... the villagers can be surprised how such a master craftsman lives in the village, Isn't it normal to have any novelty affairs? But in general, Wang Congcong is still very cool.

Wang Cong rushed all the way to the town.

Because of Ye Heng, there have been a lot of people in the town these days.

Even the business in the town is easy to do.

However, Wang Congcong, who rode on a tiger, immediately attracted the attention of many people with such a big battle.

At first everyone thought it was Master Ye who came to town.

But later it turned out to be an unfamiliar face.

But this unfamiliar face didn't make some people puzzled for long, just thought.

"Nima, isn't this Wang Congcong, the son of the richest man?"

"Why is he here"

"This tiger seems to be... the mechanical beast made by Master Ye"

"My dear, Master Ye is really attractive, and even the son of the richest man has come to join in the fun."

"Envy, I also want to try what it's like to ride a tiger."

Many people around were talking quietly.

In the town, the flow of people is relatively large, and Wang Congcong told Xiaohu to slow down.

He also wanted to come to town to see if there was anything... fun.

Although the town is not as prosperous as the shopping malls in the big cities.

But there is no such thing as a taste.

Wang Congcong rides a tiger 5.

7. Walk slowly on the street.

Although some people wanted to take a group photo, they knew the temperament of this... wealthy young and old, so they didn't blindly step forward to disturb him.

Suddenly Wang Congcong saw a boy on the side of the road holding a soda can, rubbing the opening of the soda can back and forth on the ground.

Wang Chong got down from the tiger curiously and walked in front of the child.

"Kid, what are you doing?"

Wang Cong asked.

This little child is about nine years old, and he is not afraid of life.

After hearing Wang Congcong's question, he said without raising his head, "I'm preparing to make a torch!"

"torch"

Wang Congcong was puzzled when he heard the words: "What do you use a can for?"

"You don't know that!"

The kid said in surprise: "Remove the lid of the can, stuff cotton into it, pour some oil in it, and you can make a torch."

Chapter [-] Game room?It's not easy

After hearing what this little boy said.

Wang Cong was even more puzzled.

What kind of torches do such old children play with? Is this a custom? "What are you doing with torches?"

Wang Congjian is like a curious baby now, constantly asking questions.

"Prepare for the fifteenth of August."

The child was very cooperative and explained, "August [-], playing with torches, you don't even know that."

The fifteenth day of the eighth month for children belongs to the fifteenth day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, which is different from the fifteenth day of the eighth month in the calendar.

I like to speak in the lunar calendar, and generally only people in my home town or county town like to call it this way.

In big cities like the Modu or Imperial Capital, apart from the older generation, young people seldom use the lunar calendar to keep track of days.

And in Baoshan Town, there is a tradition, that is to play with torches on the Mid-Autumn Festival on August [-]th.

Both adults and children can play.

Torches or fireballs are made by children in every household, or they can ask adults to help.

However, children in elementary school generally do more on their own.

Whether it is a town or a rural child, the hands-on ability is relatively strong.

"That's what happened."

1 Wang Congcong nodded his head to show his understanding.

When he was in the imperial capital when he was a child, he didn't know there was such a custom.

And now in cities like the Imperial Capital or the Magic Capital, no fireworks are allowed, let alone playing with torches in the city.

This kind of custom can only be seen in some small places.

But it is very interesting that Wang Congcong touched the child's head to express his gratitude.

Many onlookers around were taking pictures.

Wang Congchong rode on Xiaohu's back again, and then ran back wildly.

As for what kind of criticism these photos will cause when they are posted on the Internet.

Wang Cong never cares.

He dares to often go out with different Internet celebrities, these... Wang Cong never cares about the criticism.

Riding a little tiger from the village to the town, and then riding a little tiger back from the town.

There is a lot of distance this time around.

Anyway... Wang Cong never had enough addiction.

After returning home.

Wang Cong found that Ye Heng was still there: busy in the studio.

Let Xiaohu go and play by himself, Wang Congcong stood at the door of the studio, watching Ye Heng's busy figure.

Before he left, the work surface of the studio was still empty.

But now after coming back, the large and small parts of the workbench, and the number of them is dazzling.

However, Ye Heng was fiddling with them one by one in an orderly manner.

Looking at this young man younger than himself, Cong's eyes were full of admiration.

A young man, to have such a craftsmanship, is really powerful! Even he has to admire it.

Although Wang Congcong has a net worth of several billions now, he still has Ye Heng with such craftsmanship.

Such craftsmanship is more precious than money.

Money is depreciating more and more, but such craftsmanship will not become cheaper and cheaper.

It will only get better baby.

"Why, I'm so addicted"

Ye Heng naturally noticed Wang Congcong who was standing aside and smiled.

"It's a great ride."

Wang Congcong smiled: "I disturbed you"

"No."

Ye Heng said, "Did you see something?"

"No."

Wang Congcong said very directly: "I am confused and don't know anything."

"Then you're still fascinated by the fact that you're standing on the sidelines."

Ye Heng laughed.

"I said I was attracted to you, do you believe it?"

Wang Congcong joked.

"letter."

Ye Heng said.

This time....it was Wang's turn, he never knew what to say.

He hadn't thought that Ye Heng, who looked mature and steady, would have such a humorous side...

"I went to town just now."

Wang Congcong said.

"Have you found anything interesting?"

"Don't say it, there really is."

“what fun”

"Do you have a custom of playing with torches on August [-]th?"

Wang Cong has never been interested.