Can paper turn into skin? Is it so magical?
Then if you learn this craftsmanship, go to a plastic surgery and scar removal hospital, and meet any women who come for plastic surgery, bang, put a piece of paper on it... won't the business be booming to the end of the universe?
I looked at Mr. Wang with some resentment and asked him, why didn't you tell me earlier that the Zhang family knew this kind of craftsmanship?
Mr. Wang said that there are thousands of craftsmanship skills in the papermaker's lineage, and you didn't ask me. Do you think I have to tell you all the craftsmanship skills? ----No, what do you mean when you say this? Are you thinking of contacting me?
Before I could say anything, Wu Tinghan, who had already finished drawing the seals, spoke first, talking about the connection between farts. If I guessed correctly, he wanted to use this craftsmanship to beautify and remove scars for others!
Let me go, your back is facing me, and I am still lowering my head, can you know my true inner thoughts? A woman like you will easily have no friends!
Mr. Wang looked at me with a puzzled look on his face and asked, are you really planning to use this craftsmanship to beautify and make money?
I asked back, why, can’t we move forward?
His face full of doubts instantly turned into contempt, and then he squeezed out two words from his mouth: Idiot!
I was confused, they love beauty, I want to make money, everyone gets what they need, why can’t this work?
Mr. Wang and Wu Tinghan both looked at them like idiots, not even bothering to explain.
Wu Tinghan walked straight out of the main room and went to the kitchen next to him. He brought in a pile of bowls and placed them on the Eight Immortals table in a row. I counted nine bowls in total.
After finishing it, she said to Mr. Wang, where are the eggs I asked you to buy?
When Mr. Wang heard this, he immediately went to the cage and found a bag of eggs.
Wu Tinghan took the egg and took out one with his right hand. Instead of holding the egg with his thumb and other fingers like we usually do when taking eggs, he held it between his index finger and middle finger.
Not only that, after she clamped the egg, she gently turned her two slender fingers up and down, and the egg instantly moved from between her index finger and middle finger to between her middle finger and ring finger. The process was very smooth, without any sense of obstruction. .
I didn't know what she wanted to do with such a fancy thing, but she shook her head, then put the egg aside, picked up another egg, and repeated the previous action. He was still mumbling something at the same time, his voice was so low that I couldn't hear a word clearly.
This time, she kept moving the egg from two or three fingers to four or five fingers before she stopped, and then turned her four or five fingers back again. The egg was about to turn into her palm. I thought she was going to Catching the egg with her hand, her wrist suddenly spun...
Even faster than the egg, tap one end of the egg with your little fingernail, and the egg will spin up in the air, then spin down again, and finally land on the bottom of the first bowl without any error, and It made a crisp clicking sound and stood firmly in the bottom of the bowl.
The bottom of the egg must have been cracked, otherwise it would not have stood up. It's just that the egg white didn't spill out at all, as if the egg and the porcelain bowl were tightly stuck together. This kind of strength control would definitely not be possible without long-term hard practice.
Moreover, the egg must be rotated in the air, and one end of the egg must hit the ground when it finally lands. This control of the angle may not be achieved by long-term hard practice.
After finishing the first one, Wu Tinghan used the same technique as before to place the eggs in nine porcelain bowls - of course, not all at once. Some eggs in the middle would be taken aside between three or four fingers. Some eggs were placed between four and five fingers. Only one-fifth of a large bag of eggs could be placed in the porcelain bowl.
I asked Mr. Wang on the sidelines, what is Wu Tinghan doing?
Mr. Wang shook his head and said, I have never seen it before. The form is a bit like burning incense in a temple or worshiping gods in a temple, but the method is completely wrong. I don't know what she is doing.
After Wu Tinghan took care of the porcelain bowl and eggs, he picked up the strong liquor from before and started pouring wine into the porcelain bowl. Only a shallow layer was poured into the first bowl, and more and more was poured into the subsequent bowls. By the ninth bowl, most of the eggs were covered.
I thought it was over here, but I didn’t expect Wu Tinghan to ask Mr. Wang for nine pieces of fragrance. I saw her holding the fragrance in both hands, with the head of the fragrance facing down and the palm of her hand facing out. Then she turned her wrist and instantly turned the fragrance into a fragrance with the head facing up.
But when I looked at it, I was surprised to find that the fragrant incense head was flashing with red light and bursting with cigarette smoke!
Just hold the cigarette up and the fragrance will be lit? !
I looked at Mr. Wang with wide eyes, only to find that he looked back at me with a calm expression, and then said something that made my eyes widen even more. He said, "Don't do sex!"
Meaning, this is just a basic operation, no need to shout 666!
This phrase often appears in contemporary online games and is an emerging new term on the Internet. And you, Mr. Wang, have always been an old-fashioned little old man in my mind. Why did you suddenly shout the words "Fuck off" from your mouth? Do you want to be so fashionable?
If it weren't for the wrong timing, I would be so full of jokes that I would vomit Mr. Wang to death!
At this time, Wu Tinghan took out a piece of fragrance with his left hand and put it on the tip of the egg. Then with a flick of his wrist, the fragrance was inserted in. It was not deep or shallow, just enough to stand firmly, not to the right. lean.
After finishing this, Wu Tinghan clapped his hands and told Mr. Wang and me, let’s go.
I was stunned when I heard this and asked her, are you leaving? Where to go? No more lights?
Wu Tinghan looked at me with a half-smile, and asked, "Have you ever seen a house with lights lit in broad daylight?"
Well, it really doesn't.
But in this case, wouldn’t it mean that we have to wait until evening to order it? There is no telling whether the four wells can last until night. The most important thing is that now that we have prepared so many things, we are not afraid of being destroyed by other craftsmen or evil people?
So I told Wu Tinghan, how about Mr. Wang and I stay here, and you go back to my house to have a rest first?
Anyway, Chen Guzi also has a bed at home. When Aunt Chen left, these things were not taken away. Although I was almost frightened to death by Chen Guzi's corpse in the opposite view, I thought I could bear it in order to ensure the smooth progress of lighting the sky lanterns.
Wu Tinghan seemed to see through my worries, so he pointed at the nine porcelain bowls on the Eight Immortals table and said, do you see those nine porcelain bowls? As long as they are around, no one dares to enter this main room.
When I heard this, my eyes lit up and I asked hurriedly, so powerful? What craftsmanship is this?
She first glanced at me, then at Mr. Wang, her expression was a little hesitant at first, but finally she seemed to have figured something out, and her expression became relieved, and she spoke to us, do you know what the significance of those nine eggs is? ?
Although I have lived in a rural area since I was a child, I can only tell the difference between good eggs and bad eggs. If I want to break it down further, I am powerless.
So I looked at Mr. Wang and saw that he was also confused. I, who was still depressed at first, suddenly regained my psychological balance. ----Seeing my relieved look, Mr. Wang raised his foot and kicked me on the butt, but I cleverly avoided it. He didn't dare to be too presumptuous in front of Wu Tinghan, so he had to give up.
Wu Tinghan explained that the nine eggs were all laid by hens that had never been pregnant.
As soon as these words came out, Mr. Wang and I both opened our mouths at the same time, obviously surprised.
Even though Mr. Wang was very reserved, he couldn't help but ask Wu Tinghan this time, can you tell whether an egg is pregnant or not?
Wu Tinghan snorted, looked at Mr. Wang coldly, and said, Wang Minghua, have you forgotten that in addition to being extraordinary in painting, my Wu family also has another good skill.
Mr. Wang looked confused at first, but soon his face showed an expression of extreme fear, so much so that his face turned a little pale.
I don't know if it was because he was in front of Wu Tinghan, so he felt that it was inappropriate to show such an appearance, so he hurriedly put away this appearance, smiled awkwardly at Wu Tinghan, and then nodded, Tell me, I didn’t forget it, I just didn’t think of it for a moment.
I was confused by what I heard, so I asked Mr. Wang in a low voice, what kind of skills can you, who are not afraid of anything, be able to turn you into such a black man?
Mr. Wang glanced at Wu Tinghan, and when he saw that she had no intention of stopping her, he replied with the same two words in a low voice: Yinji!
I know about roosters and hens, big chickens and small chickens, but I have never heard of the so-called vaginal chickens. Could it be that just like humans, live chickens are called Yang chickens and dead chickens are called Yin chickens? ----But if it’s a dead chicken, doesn’t it usually end up in everyone’s stomach? Stew with mushrooms or fungus for the best taste!
As soon as Mr. Wang heard that I told him to stew chicken with mushrooms or fungus, he immediately let out a roar, bent over and lowered his head, and almost vomited out.
I patted his back without knowing why, and asked him, "Chicken stewed with mushrooms, pork stewed with vermicelli, these are the famous Northeastern dishes, have you never heard of them?" What the hell is that Yin Chicken that can make you react so much?
Mr. Wang finally stopped vomiting, and when he was about to explain, he was interrupted by Wu Tinghan, saying, "You don't want to know."
With Wu Tinghan's tone set, Mr. Wang didn't dare to say anything more. Instead, after vomiting a few times, he followed her obediently towards my house.
When we turned the corner from the main road, Mr. Wang said that he must have the only food at home - the food was given by the villagers, so he asked us to go back first, and he would go to the village to get some meat and bring it back, so that we could catch the wind and wash away the dust.
When Wu Tinghan and I returned home, we saw a large porcelain bowl filled with food on the threshold. It should have been delivered to Mr. Wang after the villagers prepared the food.
Wu Tinghan turned a blind eye to this. After saying that he would call her again during dinner, he entered the room where my grandfather lived and closed the door directly, and then there was no movement.
I walked into the kitchen and started to light the fire and cook while trying not to think about the coffin in the main room and what had happened in the yard.
But it's one thing to know, and it's another thing not to think about it. Especially since the light in the kitchen was so dark, I was really worried that my grandpa would be standing in the corner that I didn’t notice!
Fortunately, Mr. Wang didn't make me wait long. Before the rice was cooked, Mr. Wang's shouts came from outside the courtyard, asking me to quickly pick up the cage. He had brought back pig heads and pig knuckles today.
I hurriedly got out of the kitchen, ran over to take Mr. Wang's carrier, and then opened the black cloth covering the mouth of the carrier. I was originally full of joy, but after seeing clearly what was in the carrier, my scalp instantly became numb...
There were no pig heads or knuckles in his cage. There was clearly only a paper man's leg and a paper man's head grinning at me!
I let out an 'ah' sound and was so frightened that I let go of my hand and dropped the cage to the ground. The head of the paper man inside rolled out of the cage and rolled straight to Mr. Wang's feet.
I could see clearly at the time that the pale face on the paper man's head was clearly facing Mr. Wang, but its eyes turned sideways and kept staring at me!
What's even more terrifying is that the corners of its mouth are even higher than before!
It...it's smiling at me!
