Chapter 127 Intangible Cultural Heritage
Jump out of the house and stand under the shade of the trees on the street.
The girl's beautiful and bright face, and her exceptionally slender and fair calves under her light dark skirt, are the highlights that attract passers-by to stop and look.
It seemed like he was back to where he should be and where he should be, but Lu Miao felt like he didn't fit in anywhere.
If she had been in the capital, in Beijing, from the moment she traveled through time, she might not have been like this.
Now I have become accustomed to living in Dahe Village and have become familiar with the people there.
Suddenly coming back here, facing the hustle and bustle of traffic and the dense crowds walking on the streets and in front of him, Lu Miao didn't know how to get involved for a moment.
I don’t even know how to fit in.
Those looks that would turn their heads to look at her from time to time made her feel like an alien.
An alien who doesn't fit in.
Lu Miao pulled the corners of his lips impatiently and slowly lowered his head.
It seems like my thoughts changed at some unknown time.
She doesn't seem to like big cities that much.
To regain our footing.
It's really difficult to build a new social circle.
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Lu Miao was not interested in old movies at that time. Instead, she spent two days in a row wandering around the old alleys and the flower market on the old streets near her home.
Huaer Market was later called Huashi, and the current name is from before the change.
"Hua" is taken from the meaning of hairpin flowers, and is also called silk flower.
During the Liberation Period, it became a custom for Han and Qi women to wear flowers, and a large part of the silk flowers came from this.
After the reform, there are still "Huaerzu" and silk flower factories here, and many master craftsmen are hiding in the deep alleys.
The shop may seem small, and you can't even tell it has a door curtain, but in fact it is all about export business. The preserved silk flowers labeled "Jinghuaer" are exported to more than a dozen countries in Europe and the United States, bringing glory to the motherland and the capital.
There are masters teaching apprentices in the alleys, but young people rarely pay attention to these things. At most, they will pass by one day or take a walk in it on a whim because it looks "good-looking".
Lu Miao was probably an exception. She had no other place she wanted to go, or rather, no other place she could go. For several days in a row, she went to Huaer after breakfast every day, went home to eat at dinner time, and then went back after dinner.
Several masters who were sorting supplies in the outer room kept looking at her sideways, thinking that she wanted to learn but was too shy to speak up, so they took the initiative to invite her to sit in the inner room.
How do you say that?
Teaching an apprentice will starve the master himself, and the skills of an old trade should not be easily passed on to others.
These words are also linked to the times, such as the current era.
People have beliefs and different ideas in their hearts. When fewer and fewer people know about and can do this craft, in order to pass it on, some things are actually not so particular.
Lu Miao originally got involved in it to kill time, but was unexpectedly led to the small operating table by the enthusiastic master.
Qianqian learned a series of basic knowledge about the history of silk flowers, and was then guided to make some five-petal peach blossoms.
Holding a few small white flowers, Lu Miao felt a little dizzy: "Did I really make these?"
The old master in a long, honest gown on the side laughed and said, "How could it be fake?"
Lu Miao opened his lychee eyes wide and looked over.
The old master patted her shoulder gently and pointed at the small white flower in her palm and said:
"This isn't a finished product yet. It's just the shape. It still needs painting and assembly."
Lu Miao nodded and listened carefully.
The master craftsman continued, "There are many types of silk flowers. This is paper. Paper flowers are either colored in the original paper form or like what you see now."
“Different shapes require different materials for coloring.”
Lu Miao pondered for a moment and asked, "Is it because choosing different coloring materials is more convenient for different forms?"
“Not really.”
The master craftsman was amused by her, "Before making the flowers, you can use watercolor to color the entire paper, but after making the flowers, the wet watercolor will deform the shaped petals."
"Dyeing used to be done using the old method, but now it's more advanced. After the flowers are shaped, we can use oil paints, which not only preserves the shape but also creates vibrant colors."
Lu Miao nodded thoughtfully.
Seeing that it was getting late outside the window, the old master patted her shoulder and said, "Take these flowers back. If you are interested, you can come over and grind more flowers in the future."
Tongcao flowers are probably a kind of intangible cultural heritage. Lu Miao holds the pure white peach blossoms and cherishes them very much.
He slowly stood up and bowed deeply to the master, "Thank you."
The old master smiled and waved his hand, "Go ahead."
Back at the Lu family compound, Lu Miao went back to his room and rummaged through the drawers.
Unable to find a suitable small box, she cleared out the cans containing hairpins and hair ties in the drawer and put the small flowers in them.
Tang Mei knocked on the door just then, and Lu Miao was startled. "What's wrong, aunt?"
"You kid, you've been home for a few days, why are you still giving birth? You get scared at the slightest noise."
Lu Miao laughed dryly and said nothing.
Tang Mei smiled and said, "Come and wash your hands, it's time for dinner!"
Lu Miao put the cans away and said hurriedly, "I know, auntie, I'll be right there."
We had fried noodles with soybean paste for dinner. The noodles were paired with cooked meat sauce. Every bite had the aroma of green onions, soybean paste, meat, salt, and noodles. It was delicious no matter how you ate it.
If you get tired of eating, there are clean and juicy cucumbers on the table to cleanse your mouth.
Lu Yuanzheng didn't have any formal meals after get off work, so Tang Mei asked Lu Miao to eat first.
Lu Miao had just taken two bites when he saw Lu Yuanzheng walking towards the main hall while unbuttoning the collar of his Zhongshan suit.
It seems that they smelled something, and when they came in, they joked:
"Oh my, it's good to have a daughter at home. Your aunt thinks this fried noodles with soybean paste is too much trouble and doesn't make it more than twice a year."
Tang Mei glared at Lu Yuanzheng angrily, brought a bowl of noodles and placed it where Lu Yuanzheng usually sat.
"Stop talking now and eat quickly, or the noodles will get clumsy and you won't be able to mix them."
Tang Mei was about to go do something else, but Lu Miao quickly grabbed her hand and said, "Auntie, please sit down and eat with us. I'll help you clean up later."
Tang Mei couldn't hide the smile in her eyes: "Okay, Auntie will go get it, and we'll sit down and eat together."
As they walked out, Tang Mei couldn't stop muttering happily: "Xiaobao has really grown up and now knows how to care for others."
Lu Miao blushed.
Lu Yuanzheng skillfully mixed the noodles at the table and took two bites to temporarily relieve his hunger. He looked up at Lu Miao:
"Xiaobao, there's an autumn sports meet on campus tomorrow. Come with Dad to watch the excitement. Dad thought the little skirt you wore last time looked pretty, so wear it."
After a few days of getting along, Lu Miao gradually adapted to her position at home, and puffed her lips and retorted:
"I can wear whatever I want. Dad, you're becoming more and more controlling. Do you still want to control this?"
Lu Yuanzheng smiled: "Okay, okay, you can wear whatever you want, okay? Anyway, dress neatly. Dad is the principal after all, you can't embarrass him."
Lu Miao nodded proudly, indicating that he was willing to cooperate.
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