Zhou Xiang was stunned. "Brother Fu is fifty, right? Qiangqiang is almost forty, right?"

"Isn't it? It's hard for these two kids to swing the sledgehammer!" Aunt Guan agreed.

"Oh! Godfather must be worried that the ancestral craft will disappear in his hands, that's why he thinks so. Wait for me to find someone to help him record the essence of the blacksmithing skills to comfort his heart." Zhou Xiang understood the concerns of craftsmen like his godfather about the loss of skills.

"Really? Is this okay?" Aunt Guan felt it was not reliable.

"Really? Sure. Let's record the essence of blacksmithing. If anyone wants to use traditional crafts in the future, we can learn from it."

"Okay then. Next time he makes trouble, I'll tell him the same thing. Don't worry, just deal with the Zhou Niao issue first."

Guan Zanqiang had already taken over his mother's stall, and his business was flourishing. Upon hearing this, he said:

"Let me do it! I'll ask my eldest brother if he's willing. Although we're not ironworkers, we've been together since we were little, so we're considered experts. My dad said it would be more appropriate for us to record it."

"Okay, okay!" Zhou Xiang nodded repeatedly, "It's perfect for you brothers to do it. It makes my godfather feel more comfortable with his desire to pass on his craft. At least in the process of recording, you also understand the theoretical knowledge.

If your godfather asks you to beat him up yourself, then you should listen to him and do it once. Once you succeed, his wish should be fully understood. When you beat him up, you should record it all, with both visual and text records, and then display and play it in the exhibition hall."

Today, the exhibition hall is still looked after by my godfather. He said that he would work until the day he could no longer move. If the blacksmithing process were treated as a documentary and played on a loop in the exhibition hall, my godfather would probably be more motivated.

"Okay!" Guan Zanqiang nodded. "I'll definitely persuade Big Brother to join me in forging iron tools, following Dad's instructions."

"Yes! If there are any failures, we can also record and play them together. That would be more meaningful."

"Yeah!" Guan Zanqiang smiled happily, "Thank you, Sister Xiangxiang. This time, my brother and I will not let Dad down."

Aunt Guan was relieved. She had always understood the pain her husband was feeling. Now her daughter's suggestion solved the problem that had been bothering the father and his two sons.

Chen Wenlian and Aunt Guan comforted Zhou's mother together. Because Zhou's mother was controlled by the puppet drug, she knew that her eldest son's disappearance would not be in danger of his life. She was only sad about not being able to see her eldest son in the future. After being comforted by these two people, her mood calmed down.

Following closely behind were Wu Haotian, Chen Ou, Wang Qiao, Ma Zhao, and Zhong Xiong. The five of them arrived together, leaving Zhou scratching his head, "Are you guys leaving your restaurant and hotel?"

"There's a deputy watching," Zhong Xiong looked at Zhou Xiang, "is there anything we need to do?"

"No!" Zhou Xiang shook his head without hesitation. "You guys should hurry up and do what you need to do. Stabilizing the rear of all my industries is the best help."

"Really?" Wang Qiao was worried. "We don't have the manpower or financial resources, but we really want to help."

"No need," Zhou Xiang still refused. "If there's a need, I will definitely ask directly. Since I didn't say it, there's no need."

Seeing that Zhou Xiang was really not in a hurry and did not need any help, they were relieved and left after chatting for a while. Zhou Xiang was right, if they did their job well, they would stabilize her rear.

Mao Xiaolu came with her parents. Zhou Xiang glared at her in dissatisfaction and quickly pulled his daughter to support Teacher Mao and Zhao Jingya.

Teacher Mao's eyes turned red with anxiety. He took Zhou Xiang's hand and asked, "Have you heard from your elder brother?"

Zhou Xiang handed Zhao Jingya over to his daughter, "Tongtong, take Zhao Shi Nai to sit with grandma, I will chat with your master Mao."

"Okay!" Ling Xiaotong obediently helped Zhao Jingya walk to the other side.

Zhou Xiang almost carried Teacher Mao to the study. If he didn't trust Zhou Xiang's ability, he wouldn't have the strength to make it to the market town.

Zhou Xiang was very regretful at this time. She should have told Teacher Mao about it in advance. After all, her eldest brother was his first apprentice and his favorite apprentice.

"Lü Jing!"

"Here!" Lu Jing flashed to the study door.

"Guard the door."

"Yes." Lu Jing responded and reached out to close the door.

Zhou Xiang's actions gave Teacher Mao hope. "Zhou Xiang?"

Zhou Xiang helped him sit down, pulled a chair closer to him, and whispered, "My brother is fine. Since he doesn't want to care about the world anymore, I'm here to help him."

Teacher Mao was stunned for a few seconds. After he understood what Zhou Xiang said, he couldn't help but raise his voice, "Nonsense! Do you know that he has a very high chance of winning the award this time?"

"That's even better. Teacher Mao will accept the award on Big Brother's behalf and announce his disappearance at the same time. Wouldn't that be a perfect opportunity to hype up such a lamentable loss? How many famous artists in the world didn't become famous after their death? Paul, Van Gogh, Monet, who didn't have a hard time at the time but became famous after their death?

Big brother himself didn't want to bother with worldly matters, and I just pushed him. It wasn't just for his paintings, but for him as a person. Over the years, his soul had almost reached heaven, and the world was a burden to him. After retiring, he wouldn't give up painting. Furthermore, I asked Yan'er to collect all his paintings; no one knows how many there are.

Teacher Mao, who originally thought that Zhou Xiang had tarnished art with the smell of money when he heard the word "hype", was comforted by Zhou Xiang's subsequent words.

Yes, in the past few years, he had been extremely worried about his apprentice's temperament. When he heard the news of his apprentice's disappearance, he actually felt as if the shoe had finally dropped. Then he despised himself for having wild thoughts and hurried to the market town to inquire about the news.

Zhou Xiang's calmness gave him hope. Zhou Xiang's first words reassured him. Now that Zhou Xiang had laid out all the reasons for worrying about Zhou Niao, he felt like he had no right to blame him. "Are you sure he won't stop painting?"

"Of course, painting is his second life. If it weren't for the setback ten years ago, he wouldn't have been able to break free from the box he had confined himself to. Later, his so-called spiritual sublimation was simply him breaking free from that box and considering himself a mere spectator of the world, experiencing the world for the first time. Therefore, his painting style changed. He no longer observed human nature from the low perspective of an ordinary person, but now looked down at the world from a mountaintop."

Teacher Mao sighed, "Zhou Xiang, you understand Zhou Niao best. You've nailed the mood his paintings are trying to express. Okay! Leave the rest to me. I'm not doing this for hype, but for Zhou Niao's exquisite heart."

You watch the world while you are in it, you live among the people in it, the road of the world is full of ups and downs, how many people can see through it?

He couldn't be as free and easy as Zhou Niao, so is this the reason why he never painted a work that completely satisfied him in his life?

"I want to thank Mr. Mao on behalf of my eldest brother. Your love for him is no less than that for Mao Xiaolu and her sister. It's a pity that my eldest brother can't be by your side to fulfill his filial duty."

"Let's not talk about these empty words," Teacher Mao waved his hand, "You have helped Xiaolu a lot, and I still have two grandsons, Cheng Jun and Cheng Yan, who will inherit my mantle. I am very satisfied."