People are still coming and going on the snack street in Jiangcheng.

As time went by, office workers also began to come here to call friends, making the place more lively.

The hustle and bustle at night reveals the fast pace and sub-healthy life of the city, but the feasting and feasting are like a seductive devil, making people fall deeply into it.

Under this neon light, the old man selling candy seemed out of place.

His white beard has grown somewhat, but not to the extent of the ancients.

His clothes are not like those sold in stores. They are the same as those worn by the child named Lu Tao. They seem to be clothes sewn by his own hands.

And the thick calluses on his hands show that his skills are extraordinary.

Gan Yuan was stunned by his roar and stopped.

The old man remained silent for a long time, then pushed the bamboo tube containing his syrup towards Gan Yuan.

Gan Yuan was still a little confused when the old man spoke at this time.

"Come and see for yourself the bamboo carving skills passed down from my family!"

Gan Yuan was stunned for a moment before looking down at the bamboo tube.

The bamboo tube is obviously old, with a layer of grayish-yellow patina all over the body due to long-term use, and a thick layer of sugar color on the inside due to the long-term storage of syrup.

If you look at it from a distance, it's just an ordinary bamboo tube.

But when Gan Yuan came closer, the complicated and delicate patterns on the outside instantly attracted Gan Yuan.

Gan Yuan even couldn't help but gently stretched out his hand to try to pick up the bamboo tube.

But when I reached my hand out in the air, I felt that I couldn't tarnish the work of art like this, so I stopped in the air.

The old man snorted coldly: "It's okay, just take a look at it, it's not a good thing."

Gan Yuan stretched out his hand again, then stopped in the air: "Well, old gentleman, can I take a picture of this bamboo tube? I'm doing a live broadcast, and there are many viewers watching it."

The old man was stunned for a moment, obviously not understanding what a live broadcast was.

At this time, a passerby on the side understood it.

"Old man, this man is an anchor. Hundreds or thousands of things he captured on his mobile phone can be seen!"

Hundreds or thousands of people!

The old man was a little surprised.

Although he is still very confident in his craftsmanship, so many people can see him through this mobile phone?

He couldn't help but ask.

"Do you really have so many people watching this?"

Gan Yuan choked and didn't know how to reply.

Dong Yiyuan on the other hand said: "Grandpa, Brother Gan is one of the most popular anchors in the country. Now there are not just hundreds or thousands of people watching the live broadcast through this lens, but millions of people!

"

The old man stared: "You, how many people did you say?"

"Can so many people see it?"

As he spoke, the old man suddenly stretched out his hand and took the bamboo tube back.

Gan Yuan was stunned for a moment: "Old sir, why do you want to take this thing back again? I think the carving is really good. Aren't you worried that no one will understand the Chinese skills? Isn't this a good opportunity?"

The old man shook his head.

"I have used this thing to hold candy for too long, and it has lost its color. How can it be seen by so many people? It will lose the face of the Jiangcheng Bamboo Carving School."

The old man was very determined and was no longer willing to give the bamboo tube to Gan Yuan.

Seeing how determined he was, Gan Yuan felt that this old man was definitely a man of real ability.

"Old sir, do you have any other bamboo sculptures here? I can help you promote them."

The old man shook his head: "I have a lot of them at home, but young man, no one likes this stuff anymore. Don't affect your career. Just don't read it."

Now the old man is acting pretentious.

Gan Yuan thought for a while and decided to save the country through a curveball.

"Well, I just heard you say that you belong to the bamboo carving school in Jiangcheng. Are there so many schools of bamboo carving?"

Before the old man could speak, Lu Tao on the side spoke.

"I know I know!"

The child's serious and clear voice immediately attracted Gan Yuan.

"We Chinese bamboo carvings are divided into three schools, the Northern School, the Southern School and the Central Plains School. We in Jiangcheng are the representatives of the Central Plains School!"

The old man smiled and touched Lu Tao's head, and continued: "Bamboo carvings have been around since the pre-Qin period. At that time, they were used to write characters, and some people also started carving them."

"Later, when paper became available, bamboo was no longer needed for writing, and it gradually became a carving utensil."

"China has a vast territory and rich resources, and there are many types of bamboo depending on the region."

"In addition, different regions and different techniques have formed various factions."

"But since the Republic of China, the craft of bamboo carving has been declining day by day. Our Jiangcheng bamboo carvings are about to have no successors in my generation!"

"well!"

The old man sighed heavily.

Lu Tao was very sensible and quickly approached her grandfather to comfort her: "Grandpa, Lu Tao will learn bamboo carving well!"

The old man laughed, with wrinkles all over his face.

Gan Principle said: "Old man, the decline may be due to the problem of dissemination. You see, my audience all expressed that they really want to take a look and learn bamboo carving skills!"

As he spoke, he showed the old man his phone, but the barrage was too small and his eyes could not be seen clearly.

Dong Yiyuan took the initiative to build a repeater.

"Grandpa, an audience member, said, 'To pay tribute to these traditional craftsmen, there are really many Chinese skills that we have gradually lost sight of.'"

"There is also a saying, 'We have been in China for five thousand years, and many things are really no worse than those of foreign countries!'"

Dong Yiyuan read several more barrages, and a smile gradually appeared on the old man's face.

Gan Principle was silent for a moment and said.

"Everyone says that China has a long history of five thousand years and a long history of culture."

"Now we like to use knives and forks when eating, but chopsticks are the most technical and useful tableware we have invented. Many people like to learn Taekwondo and karate, but our Chinese martial arts are world-famous."

"Foreigners all praise China as an ancient civilization with many things they envy."

"But we are envious of their lives and abandon our own traditions."

"But no matter what kind of life we ​​choose, there is always something worth holding on to!"

Gan Yuan's voice was not loud, but his words really came from the heart and were full of emotion.

The old man seemed to be moved by Gan Yuan's words.

"Well said young man!"

"It just so happens that there are so many spectators here, so I'll show off and give you two sugar sculptures. If you have a chance, you can come to my house and I'll show you the real bamboo sculptures."

Not only the old man, but also the audience who were watching the magic came over after hearing Gan Yuan's speech.

Gradually, people surrounded the old man.

The old man smiled and bowed his hands to these people.

"Sugar carvings are different from bamboo carvings. Although they are both carvings, there is still a big difference."

"If the carving is not done well, everyone will forgive you."

After saying that, he scooped up a big spoonful of sugar and threw it directly on the warm stand.

The temperature only takes a short time to melt the sugar, and this is the best time for carving.
Chapter completed!