"Old sir, how long does it take you to build a palace complex like this?"
"This one? Not much, just a year."
The old man looked at the palace complex that Deng Ru was looking at and answered.
Deng Ru looked at the palace complex carefully.
More than a year of hard work.
It seems like I'll have to spend more money.
It is also possible that the old man has no intention of selling it at all.
After all, this is the result of more than a year's hard work.
A lot of things have been put into it, and these cannot be measured by simple money.
Perhaps, we have to rely on the status of a god to extend the old man's life for a few years before we can get this palace complex.
"Sir, this palace complex is truly a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship. I admire it. Sir, I would like to collect this piece of your work. After all, as you know, authentic ancient architecture is now rare."
"The houses those wealthy people live in are nothing more than modern industrial cement buildings cloaked in the trappings of ancient architecture. They're covered in a few tiles and then shamelessly claim to have an ancient style and charm. There's no comparison at all with what the old gentleman built."
What Deng Ru said was true. The house he just bought was one of those that shamelessly claimed to have an ancient style and charm.
But the only places that truly retain the ancient style and charm are the pavilion and the few broken tiles on the house.
Of course, most of the buildings in Jiangnan are white-walled and green-tiled, so it’s okay to say that they have an ancient style and charm.
"Haha, what the young man said makes a lot of sense. How could those wealthy people understand the aesthetic tastes of the ancients? They're just pretending to be sophisticated. They cover their houses with a few tiles, paint them white, and add a few solid wooden doors, and then they call themselves Hui-style or Beijing-style architecture. It's simply a joke."
The old man was very happy with Deng Ru's words.
He was dissatisfied with what the real estate agents said about the ancient buildings.
What ancient buildings are you talking about? It’s been more than 800 years, so where are the real ancient buildings?
They are all industrial synthetic waste mixed with industrial cement and covered with green tiles and glazed tiles.
"You must be joking, old man. I'm only telling the truth. That's why these models are so precious. They're works of art. I wonder if you can part with them. I'm willing to pay a high price for them."
Deng Ru stared at the palace model in front of him, his eyes almost glowing.
This is his ideal heaven.
Not afraid of being laughed at, he had imagined when he was a child that he was the Jade Emperor, living in such a heavenly palace and issuing decrees that would make people all over the world applaud.
This old man has really skillful hands.
He hadn't held out much hope at first, but after seeing the old man's work, he found it far exceeded his expectations.
"Hey, young man, you're joking. I'm not short of money, old man. You said this is art. If art is priced with money, it would be vulgar."
"I don't look down on those artists who sell their artworks at exorbitant prices. Where there is nobility in the world, there is also vulgarity. People are not saints. It's just that I prefer nobility."
Deng Ru became more and more worried as he heard the old man's words.
From what he said, it was obvious that he did not want the creations created by him to be sold at a price.
Then it would be a pipe dream to want to buy these models.
“But then again.”
The old man changed the subject and spoke to Deng Ru.
"I'm glad you're interested in this, young man. I'll give you this palace model."
"Some traditions must not be abandoned, and we must not replace the old with the new. A civet cat wearing a python robe is called the prince. What kind of a thing is that?"
There was a hint of sigh in the old man's tone.
As an old craftsman, what he dislikes more than the loss of skills is the replacement of the old with the new.
Just like the so-called ancient-style buildings, ancient-style games, and ancient-style clothing on Blue Star today, there is no research or study, just some elements are included, and they are called ancient style.
"Mr. Gao Yi, you said it took you a year to build this artifact?"
Deng Ru was somewhat touched by the old man's words.
In this impetuous society, those who can immerse themselves in doing and preserving a craft are remarkable people.
This person's thoughts are not vulgar.
Very rare. Very rare.
It’s not that being vulgar is bad. People are vulgar by nature. It’s just that being noble makes people more admirable.
There is nothing wrong with being vulgar, but that does not mean that being noble should be called aloof and forced to blend in with the world.
“It’s only one year. I, the old man, have already passed more than ninety years. I still have more than ten years to do. But if I can use the crystallization of one year to have another successor, it would be good.”
The old man looked at Deng Ru with admiration in his eyes.
It was obvious that he wanted to take Deng Ru as his apprentice and teach him the craft of making ancient buildings.
He is almost dying of old age.
He has not yet passed on the skills of mortise and tenon joints, bracket sets, carvings, etc.
"Since I have taken away the old man's achievements for a year, I will use ten years to repay him."
Deng Ru’s words made the old man’s eyes light up.
To learn something, especially this kind of ancient skill, it takes at least ten years to see if a person is suitable for this line of work.
In the old man's view, Deng Ru's words meant that he wanted to become his disciple.
But what Deng Ru did next surprised the old man.
Divine power emanated from his hands and entered the old man's body, strengthening his meridians and nourishing his dry flesh and blood.
Let the elderly's body become active and bring about a second spring.
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