C37 The Golden Clay Fan

Uncle Liu and Uncle Hu stood in the yard for a while, then walked into the big house.

The interior of the room had already become a fan shop, and the tools for making fans had already been placed there. Uncle Liu was very satisfied with one look. He took out a bunch of dried bamboo materials from his bag and prepared to make his first folding fan.

Su Xinyue casually asked, "Uncle Liu, how much did you spend on the bamboo materials you bought? I can't let you spend money. "

Uncle Liu looked up at Su Xinyue and did not make a sound. He was busy opening the bamboo material and placing the tools he needed on the right side of his right hand. This could also reduce the time, so that he would not be flustered and waste his time.

Before he was ready to use the knife, Uncle Liu suddenly suggested, "Let's go to the ancestral hall and formally pay respects to the grandmaster and master first. "

Su Xinyue was stunned when she heard that. She didn't expect Uncle Liu to take the grandmaster so seriously. In her memory, the ancestral hall was already very far away from her. She didn't know how many years it had been since she had been there.

Su Xinyue was stunned. After thinking for a long time, she finally remembered that the ancestral hall was in the middle of the front courtyard. She hadn't been there for many years.

Uncle Liu had already walked in front. The ancestral hall was in a concave area in the middle of the hall. He went down the stairs and saw a red wooden door that was tightly shut.

Uncle Liu gently pushed open the door. When he entered, he found that the roof beam of the room was very tall and gave off a solemn and dignified feeling. The room was actually spotless. It was obvious that Su Yongan's father, Su Yongan, often came to clean it.

In the middle of the room was a square table with two carved flowers and horns. In the middle of the table was a portrait. On both sides of the table were the memorial tablets of each head of the fan shop. The last one was Su Zhengye's memorial tablets, which were placed slightly to the left of the center.

Su Xinyue saw her grandfather's memorial tablets at first glance. This was the centralized history of the Su family's fan business, which had been passed down for hundreds of years. Her eyes immediately became moist.

After Uncle Liu cleaned his hands, he lit three incense sticks and bowed three times towards the ancestral grandmaster's portrait in the middle. Then, he inserted the three incense sticks into the incense burner. Then, he lit three incense sticks and stood in front of Su Zhengye's memorial tablet. Uncle Liu said, "Master, I'm finally back. I'll do my best to help Xiaoyue with the fan business. "

Uncle Liu bowed three times, and his eyes were filled with tears. He still remembered how many days and nights he had spent studying here. His master's words and actions had deeply affected him. He was glad that he was able to come here. It was also because of luck that he had such an opportunity.

Uncle Liu knelt there, his hands placed on the praying mat. His forehead rested on the praying mat. After a while, Only then did he raise his head and stand up. He glanced at Uncle Hu. Uncle Hu also offered incense and kowtowed like Uncle Liu. Then, he offered incense and kowtowed to Old Man Su. There was a trace of grief on his face. When he kowtowed the last time, he shouted loudly, "Master! His disciple had finally returned. Don't worry, Brother Liu and I will do our best to help Xiao Yue. "

When Uncle Hu raised his head, a tear fell from his eyes. He wiped it with his hand and shouted again in a low voice," Master, I am back. "

Su Xinyue's nose ached when she saw this scene. She had an impulse to cry. Her eyes were filled with tears, and Uncle Hu had already stood up.

"Let's go. " Uncle Liu looked at Su Zhengye's memorial tablet again, then turned and walked out of the ancestral hall. Uncle Hu followed behind him. Su Xinyue gently closed the door. With a bang, the door was shut tight. The scene just now was like a lifetime ago, and everything was back to normal.

Uncle Liu came to the fan shop and sat down. He held a piece of the fan bone in his hand and began to polish it. The knife was moving back and forth, fast and evenly. This was the real knife skill of a fan artist. When Su Xinyue saw Uncle Liu's skill, she knew that there was a huge difference between them.

Uncle Liu threw himself into the fan making with a focused look on his face. His knife had perfectly combined with the fan bone in his hand.

Uncle Hu said, "When you need me later, I'll come back. " After saying this, he left first.

Only Su Xinyue was left in the old house. She updated the public account again and sent the message that Uncle Liu had come out of the mountain. At the end, it was written that he could receive a customized fan.

She did not stay idle when Uncle Liu made the fan. She divided the fan series in the public account into four categories: ancient fan, elegant fan, folding fan, and fans. Once the fan series was produced, it could be used for marketing and promotion.

Su Xinyue looked forward to the fan series that was about to arrive. The Jinling folding fan crossed time and space to come in front of her again. It was an extremely rare opportunity for her to get so close to them again. She was fortunate enough to know the profound history of the fan series. All the people who had completed the fan collection were proficient in the art of poetry and painting.

Whenever she had time, she would silently watch Uncle Liu's fan making process. Ever since Uncle Liu came here, he had left early and returned late. Su Xinyue gave Uncle Liu bamboo material money, but he immediately rejected it. Only after the fan shop officially opened would he consider the matter of the payment. Before that, he would fight side by side with her and start the fan business first.

Seven days later, Uncle Liu produced his first folding fan. It was a scholarly folding fan made of mud and gold. The fan looked rich and powerful, and it glowed with a golden light. The handle of the fan was carved with the bamboo forest, Dao Seeking, and it looked very lifelike.

Su Xinyue treated it as the first fan to open a shop. It was also the most popular fan in the shop. She held it admiringly in her hand.

She didn't know that this ancient fan of the golden scholar had just been put on the shelf in the shop when it had been put away.

Meng Tianheng sat in the car, holding his phone in his hand as he opened the Su Clan's fan shop. The first thing he saw was the fan. There was a trace of appreciation in his eyes. As expected of a folding fan made by an old artist. It had the deep heritage and historical charm of a Jinling folding fan. Moreover, this manual forging technique was incomparable to modern machine manufacturing. With the combination of sculpting and other skills, it was possible to produce such a high-quality product.

Meng Tianheng had already made his own judgment in a short period of time. This folding fan was obviously not what ordinary people wanted. It was suitable for people with literary interests and a certain level of financial ability. He had already expected that the number of people who would buy it would be more than the number of people who would buy it.

When he appeared in the Su family's old residence, Su Xinyue and Uncle Hu were drying the bamboo materials Uncle Liu brought back. The bamboo materials were placed on the shelves one by one. When the time came, they could be used. There was also a batch of bamboo materials that Uncle Liu planned to transport back later. With their help, Su Xinyue only needed to focus on opening up the situation.

When Su Xinyue saw Meng Tianheng, she was still a little surprised. She thought that he would not come back. She did not expect that he would still come back here. With his strength, she couldn't imagine why he would come forward to help her like this. Since he came, she would also calmly accept his help. It was impossible for her to support the fan industry by herself. Even her father, Su Yongan, could not help her too much. What she needed was a professional talent. Only then could she truly push the fan industry forward.