Live broadcast: My courtyard is a treasure chest

"Okay, okay, the live broadcast of intangible cultural heritage has been changed to the live broadcast of treasure appraisal!" Looking at the back-and-forth conversation between Ding Xuan and his mother, Zhang Ruixuan now feels that he has no sense of participation. Standing aside, he can't feel the comment area at all. The pleasure of those languages ​​from various countries being gradually replaced by Chinese.

[Hey, isn’t it the time when you plan to rely on Ding Xuan to win? 】

The system really wasn’t trying to ridicule Zhang Ruixuan this time. The children can grow up because of the stimulation they received and the experiences they experienced during this period. As a Siheyuan child who has witnessed the life and growth of several generations of the Zhang family, the system feels happy before it is too late. How can it be possible to quarrel with Zhang Ruixuan when nothing happens?

"Isn't this a relief? Seeing them all showing off their power and saying that we have no culture in China is now conspicuous. There are also those who have betrayed their ancestors and forgotten their ancestors!"

As Zhang Ruixuan spoke, he began to feel guilty again - just like the system said, this 'intangible cultural heritage has disappeared' came out of his own mouth, and now he mentions it again. The air was filled with embarrassment.

Fortunately, the system did not continue to argue, and this matter can be regarded as a fool. Anyway, Zhang Ruixuan must be like Ming Jing'er in his heart, knowing that this matter started from him...

[Jian Fenghe: Do you want to put it this way, half of these things are fake? 】

"It can't be considered fake." Ding Xuan knew that her mother felt a little shameless now. After all, I spent so much money and often shared these things with my friends as my own pleasure, but they were all ripped off by merchants, making it uncomfortable for anyone to put them on.

“It’s just that many of them are shoddy or specially packaged to deceive tourists.”

"Just like some of the things you didn't want to buy when you went to the temple fair as a child, they are all mass-produced small commodities. The most profound difference from intangible cultural heritage products is that they do not contain the culture and the feelings of the makers."

"Of course, it goes without saying about quality. Everything has good and bad qualities. If you think it's fun, just keep it at home."

Ding Xuan's mother was a little tired, probably the most important thing was her heart. I have been claiming to be a 'collector' for so many years, but it turns out I have no experience at all. I have been deceived and deceived for more than 20 years... It takes a while for anyone to digest this matter, so Ding Xuan's mother simply went live and ended the PK.

Finally, when she had the chance to tell her mother that all these things were fake and not worth the price, Ding Xuan felt very conflicted and couldn't sleep.

As a strong woman in her career, my mother never loses in so-called business wars or various business negotiations. I finally stabilized my career, but I suffered such a big setback in my hobbies!

"How do you know so much?" Zhang Ruixuan is not without eyesight, but this question has really troubled Zhang Ruixuan for too long. Ever since Ding Xuan attacked him from BJ to Hangzhou, Zhang Ruixuan has been curious about this person who looks better than himself. How can a girl who is two or three years younger know so much?

"I majored in social sciences at university, and I specialize in this area. I usually like it," Ding Xuan was still immersed in her own emotions. It was polite not to ignore Zhang Ruixuan, but Ding Xuan was really not in the mood to talk about herself in detail. How did you like it, and when did you start to like it?

"Oh, that's good."

After the brief embarrassment in the air, the two of them felt tired for a long time. Ding Xuan was tired of thinking about the development of the intangible cultural heritage industry because of her mother.

And Zhang Ruixuan inevitably thought of his grandfather again - if he had half the ability of Ding Xuan, wouldn't his grandfather not be deceived in the first place, let alone encounter a quack doctor and hasten his death?

This is the first time in the past two years that Zhang Ruixuan has looked inwards. But who would have thought that grandpa, who usually doesn't care about external things, would suffer from cerebral hemorrhage because of this anger? Who would have thought that Angong Niuhuang Pill, which is obviously meant to kill people, would be deceived by scammers and delay the best time to use it?

"Do you still need to continue?" Ding Xuan stood up from the chair and looked at Zhang Ruixuan, who was immersed in his own world and had not yet come out. Although he didn't know what the latter was thinking, he could tell that Zhang Ruixuan's current mood was not Okay, "If you feel uncomfortable, why don't you take a break?"

"Meow!"

"Meow!"

"Clap clap clap clap..."

"Ding, ding, ding, bang!"

Hearing this series of unusual noises, the two 'shit shovelers' rushed out of the house in perfect agreement and saw Mimi and Maomao in the open space in the yard...

Zhang Rui Similar.

Zhang Ruixuan, who originally 'owed' Mimi, did not have the nerve to ask Mimi for anything other than passive defense. In the end, Zhang Ruixuan's fingers were left with two bloody holes from the cat's teeth.

At this moment, Mimi also realized that something was wrong with her. She stopped talking and sat obediently on the side, looking around guiltily.

Of course, this was not the most serious fight between Mimi - once a wild cat slipped into the courtyard, and Zhang Ruixuan foolishly wanted to tease it.

Mimi originally knew that her position was unshakable, but who knew that Zhang Ruixuan felt sorry for the wild cat and actually took Mimi's cat food to feed it. This time, Mimi's dissatisfaction was completely aroused. She had a fight with the wild cat and almost bit off the latter's beard.

If Zhang Ruixuan hadn't taken action in time and sent the wild cat to the pet hospital, and endured the cold looks from passers-by who thought he was 'abusing the cat', I'm afraid Mimi would have really torn that wild cat apart!

It's good now, Mimi and Maomao are getting into trouble with each other.

"Hey, isn't your Maomao bullying our pussy?" Golden retrievers are also considered to be medium-to-large breeds of dogs. With that palm, Zhang Ruixuan suspected that he could even eat his own pussy!

Who would have thought that after Ding Xuan took one look at the battle situation, she stopped paying attention: "Our Maomao is playing with your Mimi..."

"It's none of your business, don't you worry about it?" Zhang Ruixuan felt that Ding Xuan's words were too light-hearted. The person who was about to kill the cat now was not Ding Xuan's pet, and Ding Xuan didn't care at all. .

Ding Xuan spread her hands and walked to a wicker chair not far away and sat down: "In order to protect me, our Maomao got into a fight with the puppy who bared his teeth at me."

"It was like shaking a rag, throwing the puppy out..."

Zhang Ruixuan felt bloody when he heard it. This little puppy was also unlucky. Unexpectedly, he encountered a tough problem and got into trouble: "Isn't it said that Golden Retriever has a good temper and can't tell the difference between his master and outsiders?"

"That dog is fine. He just looked scared out of his wits. I'm afraid he won't dare to bare his teeth at passers-by anymore!" The dog Ding Xuan was talking about was a bully in the nearby park. Usually its owner was not only He used the excuse of being a "small dog" and kept it off the leash. When his dog bared his teeth, he said it was a passer-by who scared his son.

Zhang Ruixuan has also seen this kind of dog. And not only have I seen it, but I have also been bitten. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be so afraid of dogs now...

It’s good to have parents around. They had a warm meal cooked by Zhang’s father and mother, and listened to a story about their childhood and the courtyard son. After dinner, they felt more energetic to continue. live broadcast. "It's really good that your grandpa can save this courtyard." Ding Xuan walked back and forth in the courtyard. He admired from the bottom of his heart, "I think of my grandma and grandpa at that time. My brothers and sisters sold the yard and divided the money among themselves. Although they are not poor now, they want to buy back such a courtyard. They have no shortage of money, but they can't. arrive……"

"Yeah." Zhang Ruixuan didn't know what he could say or what he should say.

At every moment there is a choice that best suits the living conditions at that time. But many times regret is not necessary. All that is left is the regret of our children and grandchildren many years later...

Zhang Ruixuan suddenly felt a little lucky. He was lucky that when he was this age, he was given a chance by the Siheyuan. It seemed like a 'set up', but in fact, it might be to avoid regrets in the future.

The two children can handle the matter clearly on their own, and Zhang's father and mother will not get involved. As long as Zhang Ruixuan and Ding Xuan don't demolish the house at home, the two children are willing to tinker with anything, and their husband and mother are not willing to do anything. What needs to be done?

"I think I can't go back now, otherwise my mother will drag me and ask questions." Ding Xuan is also worried now.

My twin sister doesn't like these things, she likes those 'foreign things'. What's nice is called culture and has its own beauty, and what's not nice is called culture. Based on my twin sister's words, it's hard not to say that she is 'advocating foreigners and favoring foreigners'. '.

A mother raises two kinds of children, which cannot be separated from the children themselves, and of course it cannot be separated from the social education the two children receive - my sister's grades were a little worse since she was a child, so she was assigned to a regular class. By chance, she met someone who thought she A head teacher who is more ideologically like a "foreign moon is round".

The personality gap between the two children is getting wider and wider...

"Then you will continue to help me?" To be honest, Zhang Ruixuan didn't know what kind of help he could get Ding Xuan to do now.

From the last time he watched Ding Xuan's live broadcast, Zhang Ruixuan could also tell that this girl was not much different from him in terms of packing things. In addition to being able to dig out more useful things from her grandfather's belongings , I still have to be scolded tomorrow!

"Okay, how can I help?"

To be honest, Ding Xuan really didn’t expect that Grandpa Zhang Ruixuan’s relics would contain so many various things. It was almost the same as a treasure chest. I’m afraid that Grandpa Zhang Ruixuan’s treasures that can be seen on the market at least have a small treasure chest. Collection of pieces.

"These cups are quite exquisite." Ding Xuan immediately spotted one of them, a celadon gold-covered bowl with excellent glaze.

Because of the owner's love, there is a lot of rust on it. Zhang Ruixuan frowned when he saw it. His grandfather had a thin and transparent tea cup before, and it was so dirty. He took the barbed wire brushed by his mother and brushed it clean!

"This is probably hand-drawn. Although it may not be made by a famous artist, it can be regarded as an intangible cultural heritage product."

"I saw it before when I went to Jingdezhen and tried it. Even if the ratio was already well matched, I couldn't get it right... It's a pity that the quality of paintings has indeed declined. This problem There’s nothing like that on these old things.”

The covered bowl in Ding Xuan's hand is said to be an 'old thing', but in fact it is not much older than the two of them, but it was made by the previous generation of craftsmen.

"It's good to pursue new things now, but many times the innovation really achieves the IP above. I like it. The shape of this cup is not bad, but it's just that the combination is neither fish nor fowl, which makes people not even buy it." There is no desire..."

Sister Tang from the museum also mentioned this issue to Zhang Ruixuan, but now that Ding Xuan talks about it again, the former can't help but feel the nature of it.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Let me see what else you have here?"

Just as she was talking, Ding Xuan saw a long black strip in the corner of the corner. She was too embarrassed to touch it directly: "This is the guqin... Oh oh oh, this should be a smaller lapqin. It is easy to carry. It's pretty good."

"Ah?" Zhang Ruixuan was surprised that his grandfather knew everything.

"People who like Peking Opera usually also watch Kun Opera. What's more, your grandfather is a serious fan. I heard that Bei Kun Opera has a special club in BJ. If it weren't for the fact that my singing was really out of tune, I wouldn't dare to go. , I wanted to learn from others before."

Only then did Zhang Ruixuan realize that it turned out that Ding Xuan talked a lot, but it was just his virtue last time. Perhaps the latter was too lazy to talk to him at all...

"But what does this have to do with the guqin?"

"There is Guqin from the Guangling School in Yangzhou, and Kun Opera from the Kunshan style in Suzhou. First of all, their cultural environments are very similar. Secondly, many elegant gatherings are inseparable from the two." Ding Xuan felt that Zhang Ruixuan Sometimes he is smart, and sometimes he acts like a fool who knows nothing?

"Besides, in The West Chamber, what do you think Zhang Sheng plays across the wall? Isn't it just the guqin? In the opera, he can play all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting!"

"Oh." Zhang Ruixuan, who had only heard some opera excerpts on tapes and TV, had only received this knowledge from Sister Tang and the system. After responding, he didn't know how to continue.

"Hey, it's a pity. That time we went to see a certain Kun's "The West Chamber". There was a guqin on the stage. In the orchestra pit, I saw with my own eyes that they used the zither to dub the music. The TV series has attracted many people. I'm off track. Although costumes and the like in operas don't have to have dynasty and other fixed rules, I think it's still necessary to integrate them now."

"It makes sense, it makes sense!" What Ding Xuan said in this series, all that was left in Zhang Ruixuan's ears was 'That's right' and 'The belt went astray'. In the confusion, he subconsciously thought that it must be something profound. , Zhang Ruixuan kept nodding in agreement.

"It makes sense but there is no way around it. Many things nowadays cannot be changed by an industry." Thinking of her thesis, Ding Xuan began to have a headache. "Come on, let's continue to see if there is anything I can tell you."

①Jingdezhen’s handmade porcelain craftsmanship and Longquan celadon firing craftsmanship are both national intangible cultural heritages.

② Jingdezhen’s traditional porcelain kiln workshop construction skills are national intangible cultural heritage closely related to Jingdezhen’s porcelain making skills.

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Digression ①: Speaking of celadon, do you think of the term "Southern Green and Northern White"?

Digression ②: Kun Opera, cough cough cough, is a national intangible cultural heritage protection unit of Kun Opera in BJ. The opera is very good (new editors should be careful when buying tickets, I personally can’t stand all the new lyrics ), very good, very good.

Digression ③: Regarding Kun Opera, BJ really has a club for fans and retired bosses. I planned to go to this club a while ago, but I was busy the day my friend went, so I couldn’t sing and could only exchange scripts. I don’t dare to go alone and am waiting for an opportunity...