Lin's father's snow sculptures attracted widespread attention from the entire village as soon as they were unveiled.

When the children who had built snowmen in front of their own homes returned home for the holidays, they saw Mr. Lin's snow sculptures and suddenly felt an urge to flatten their snowmen.

The reason was simple: their snowman looked ridiculous compared to the majestic lion that Lin's father had built.

Even the village chief and Party Secretary Zhang came to check in.

"Uncle, I never imagined that besides bamboo weaving, painting, and farming, you could also do snow sculpting. You're so versatile!"

Holding the new thermos cup given to him by Ji Chuan, Secretary Zhang looked at the tall snow lion sculpture in front of him with admiration.

How could such an outstanding person be so unappreciated and end up back in the countryside farming?

However, as the saying goes, outstanding people can shine anywhere.

Although Lin's father returned to the village to start farming, farming was still a blind spot for him.

Even under these circumstances, the fruit he and Lin's mother worked hard to grow was still among the best in the village.

He was really willing to put in so much effort.

They're taking it way too seriously.

How to care for fruit tree seedlings, how to identify them, how to maintain fruit trees, when to water them, how to prevent and control pests and diseases, the most appropriate way to prune fruit trees, and so on...

He not only studied diligently, but also summarized his planting experience every year and recorded it in a book.

This includes the costs of growing these fruit trees in the field, the maintenance time, the optimal ratio of fertilizer and pesticides, and so on...

Of course, starting this year, he has begun to learn how to grow organic fruit from Lin Anshu.

Therefore, the future direction is the cultivation of organic fruits and vegetables.

Yes, there's also winemaking, apple cider vinegar, dried apple production, and so on.

He can do those things too.

Moreover, Mr. Lin doesn't have any bad habits, such as smoking.

He does occasionally drink a little beer, but he never gets drunk.

"I wouldn't call myself an all-rounder. Besides what you've mentioned, I don't know anything else," Lin Weiyan sighed.

While he might seem knowledgeable, he actually knows very little.

Moreover, skills like bamboo weaving and snow sculpture were things he developed late in life, only to suddenly have a breakthrough in his abilities.

There was even a slight uncertainty in his heart.

So after realizing that he had suddenly mastered bamboo weaving and snow carving, he picked up relevant books and began to study them intensively.

What you learn is what truly belongs to you.

Painting, however, is something ingrained in his very being.

During the times when he wasn't painting, he had also drawn countless pictures in his mind.

Well, after we finish eating, he'll take his beloved paintbrush and go paint on the lanterns and write poems.

There are also fan-shaped items in TaoTao's shop.

Surprisingly, it sold exceptionally well.

He had painstakingly written 500 copies, including folding fans and round fans.

As a result, all 500 calligraphy and painting fans were sold out in less than three days.

It's winter right now!

He's been too busy lately and hasn't had time to get new fans for Tao Tao's shop yet.

"Uncle Lin, I have a suggestion that may be premature."

"How about this, you can collect all the paintings and calligraphy you have at home and select some of them."

“On the day the village holds an event, we’ll organize a small solo exhibition of your calligraphy, painting, and bamboo weaving. What do you think?” said Secretary Zhang, suddenly having an idea.

"Is...is this okay?" Mr. Lin was stunned for a moment, then became nervous and expectant.

When he was learning to paint, his biggest wish was for his work to be exhibited in prestigious venues.

Unfortunately, he later passed away peacefully.

If... he could really hold a small art exhibition, even if it was just in the village and tourists just happened to glance at it, he would be very happy.

"Yes, of course!"

"You kindly painted murals for the village before without asking for payment, and the villagers are all very grateful to you."

"It's just a small art exhibition for you now, what's wrong with that?"

"My concern is that you might not have enough works, leaving tourists wanting more," said Secretary Zhang with a smile.

"In that case, could I invite a few of my old friends to send over one or two pieces of calligraphy or painting?" Mr. Lin asked.

He made many friends when he was learning to paint, but in the end, he only kept in touch with three or four of them.

Of these three or four people, two are farmers, one runs a decoration company, and the other has become a painting teacher within the system.

These days, the only person who has consistently picked up a paintbrush and never put it down is probably that art teacher.

He himself only picked up his paintbrush again last year after many years.

The reason he wanted to involve those three people was that they had maintained contact until now.

The four of them used to be the closest of friends, and holding an art exhibition was a shared dream of theirs.

Although time has passed, now that he has this small opportunity, he will naturally not forget his three good friends who fought and worked hard with him.

Moreover, he does have rather few works to show, so it seems like there aren't enough to go around exhibiting them.

"Yes, the more the better."

"Uncle Lin, you have friends and resources in this area, so make good use of them."

"Someone asked me in the comments section before, asking how much it would cost to hire you to paint a mural similar to the one in our village?"

"Why don't you consider taking mural orders from other villages?"

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