Live broadcast: My courtyard is a treasure chest

"Just let it go, okay? Don't give me a headache!"

Different from Ding Xuan's conditions, Zhang Ruixuan is not usually interested in intangible cultural heritage. Where can I find natural lacquer?

As a result, the work of waiting for something to happen has become a lot of fun. It's just that this fun is annoying to Zhang's mother and the system!

Zhang Ruixuan knew that he definitely didn't have raw lacquer in his hands, and he might not be able to have a plain fan. But if you say that you can't find such a small thing in such a big courtyard, Zhang Ruixuan didn't believe it.

Zhang Ruixuan turned the entire courtyard upside down. Needless to say, he actually found it - in Mr. Zhang's tool box, there was a porcelain plate for color mixing lying quietly, and Then a sealed bag of raw paint.

"Holy shit, Mom, why do we have everything at home? This is..." Zhang Ruixuan found some mineral pigments.

Among other things, Zhang Ruixuan has seen these in short videos: many mineral pigments are very valuable.

Thinking that this was a virtual space built by a simulator and he was not afraid of wasting it, Zhang Ruixuan smiled "hehe".

"What bad thing did you do again?"

"what?"

"You're so happy when you hit a kid and do bad things!"

Zhang Ruixuan didn't have time to think about how his mother could be so sure of his every move. This blank folding fan was still a problem.

When Zhang Ruixuan was browsing just now, he saw those folding fans with paintings and calligraphy that his grandfather had collected.

It's just that Zhang Ruixuan remembered how much his grandfather treasured these folding fans, so that if the system cheated him and didn't restore these folding fans, he really wouldn't be able to reason with him.

Secondly, Zhang Ruixuan himself has learned a lot. Unlike Ding Xuan, he really understands the principles and production methods of this thing, and knows what can be stained and what cannot be stained...

To put it bluntly, what Zhang Ruixuan did himself was simply copying and pasting other people’s successes. To put it nicely, he is the copycat in the novel; to put it badly, he is the "plagiarizing dog" outside the novel!

All good things are no match for the saying, 'My own craftsmanship is trendy, who can blame me?' '

Zhang Ruixuan himself understood this truth, so he simply started looking for some old rice paper that might be left at home. After going back and forth like this, although it was really successful to wait and see, it also turned everything in the courtyard into a mess...

"Mom, stop scolding me. I'm leaving for Yangzhou now." Looking at the overwhelming scene in the room, Zhang Ruixuan himself felt a little sorry.

I looked at my son up and down - I don't know when, but he seemed to have been fighting for his ideals.

As long as the child's ideas can be successful, parents are naturally not afraid to clean up their behinds. After confirming that her son will not be in any danger, Zhang's mother nodded: "Go, be careful on your own road, if... Don’t take it too seriously, whether there is any danger or whether it will succeed or not.”

Zhang's mother explained to her son just like Zhang Ruixuan did before every time he went to the examination room, participated in competitions, or took various grades. It seemed that there was a rare moment of tenderness on this silly boy, but in fact, words that had never been expressed in words were spoken.

"Oh ho ho ho, I'm coming to Yangzhou!" When he was stuck at the door, Zhang Ruixuan knew that he would not be in danger. Thinking of what his mother had just said, his whole body seemed to have been injected with blood as he roared like this.

[It’s better to say, here comes the points! 】

Mother's words can really comfort a person's inner soul. Because of Zhang's mother's encouragement just now, Zhang Ruixuan was not annoyed even though his little thoughts were exposed by the system.

With experience, Zhang Ruixuan didn't even need a translator to take the road from the courtyard to the train station again, and arrived at the train station unimpeded. [Zhang Ruixuan: How is the system? It was pretty smooth without Ding Xuan? 】

[Aren’t you a roadie? 】

[Zhang Ruixuan: I knew you would inevitably trick me, I remembered the way! 】

After being tricked by this deceptive system again and again, Zhang Ruixuan awakened some skills that he didn't usually have, which can be regarded as a blessing in disguise!

[Then you still have to thank me. 】

Finally came the most difficult level. Zhang Ruixuan took himself and Ding Xuan to the wrong train at the platform last time. If he couldn't avenge his shame in front of the system this time, Zhang Ruixuan felt that the system would have to torment him again. Go to the West Lake - Zhang Ruixuan doesn't want to experience that suffocating feeling again.

[Zhang Ruixuan: System, Translation]

[You didn’t say you didn’t want me just now, but now... you can’t live without me? 】

Seeing the safety, Zhang Ruixuan still checked the platform with the system. When he finally got on the train, his hanging heart was completely relieved, and Zhang Ruixuan also wanted to take a good rest.

[Go to sleep, I’ll stop in Nantong then, don’t blame me for not reminding you! 】

Zhang Ruixuan was really a little uncomfortable with no one around. It wasn't because of anything else. The consequence of no one reminding him of the arrival of the train was that Zhang Ruixuan had to keep his eyes wide open until the train arrived.

[Zhang Ruixuan: Isn’t this bus going to Yangzhou? 】

Thinking of the taste of Huaiyang cuisine, Zhang Ruixuan has already begun to salivate - authentic Huaiyang cuisine is rare in the capital. If it does exist, a plate of Yangzhou fried rice costs 288. Who can afford it? It’s better to go to Yangzhou directly!

The system ignored Zhang Ruixuan, and the latter also realized that perhaps it was because he had not been here for many years and the train route had also changed...

It was very dark outside the window, so dark that no trace of blue seemed to be visible, and so dark that the blue sky turned into night.

Zhang Ruixuan doesn't want to sleep, but he can't help but keep thinking about those Huaiyang dishes: lion's head, Wensi tofu, boiled dry silk... Thinking about it, it's the same as counting sheep. It's a weird thing if you're not sleepy!

[Come on, go to sleep, I'll call you when you get to the station soon]

The system did not deliberately try to get into trouble with Zhang Ruixuan, nor did it really want to torture Zhang Ruixuan to death. It finally felt compassion for this junior - when they found Shengqi, although Zhang Ruixuan didn't understand the steps, he still wanted to give it to Siheyuan. The child's pillars need a touch of paint.

[With this childish heart, you are worthy of your grandfather]

It's just a matter of code. Good intentions and good deeds are one thing. Zhang Ruixuan's views on intangible cultural heritage and the purpose of completing the task are another matter. No one will let it go easily. Zhang Ruixuan.

Whether it is reality or simulation, the order on the train is the same as always. The continuous symphony is still composed of snorers, noisy children, crying babies, and successful people making business calls.

The lights in the carriage were turned off, but everything inside and outside the carriage was not turned off. It was proceeding smoothly according to its own process...

①The traditional construction techniques of Beijing courtyards are national intangible cultural heritage. This has been mentioned before, but what I want to mention here is that the pillars of cinnabar are not actually cinnabar and raw lacquer, nor are they directly painted on the wood. They are composed of pig blood, tung oil, raw lacquer, etc. This step is actually more like Put the gray tire on the piano, and then apply the topcoat.

②BJ folding fan making techniques and BJ palace round fan making techniques are both BJ City’s intangible cultural heritage.

③The rice paper making technique is a national intangible cultural heritage.