Jiang Xiaoyu was enthusiastic and kind. She knew Quan Tao’s situation and always had sympathy for Quan Tao. So seeing Quan Tao so nervous, she sent a cup of hot tea and said, "Da Tao, you have a sip of tea. It’s so cold, has your tongue frozen?"

When she joked like this, Quan Tao was more relaxed.

After taking a sip of tea, the bearded man said, "It's just that my daughter's disease is very difficult to treat. Then I often go to the big hospital and met an old man. The old man is very good, but his life is not good. Then I want to help him. Anyway, I got help from the village so I can survive. I want to help others as much as possible. But this old man is short of money and I don't have much money. I just want to see if I can find a job for him in the village and make some money. He has to raise his grandson. His grandson also has problems and has autism, which is difficult to treat. Oh, village chief, do you understand what I mean?"

Ao Muyang understood Quan Tao's meaning. During the process of seeking medical treatment for his daughter, he met an old man with a child. The old man's child was suffering from autism and was in a bad situation now and needed to survive.

So Quan Tao wanted to help him, so he asked if the village could provide him with a job.

Ao Muyang thinks that if you can help, you can help. After all, they are not here to ask for money, but to find a job.

He asked, "How old is the old man?"

Quan Tao said, "Are you in your seventies?"

In this way, Ao Muyang was a little embarrassed. What else could he do at the age of seventy? He thought he was in his sixties.

Quan Tao has always lived at the bottom of society and is very good at observing words and expressions. As soon as Ao Muyang's mood changed, he immediately noticed it, so he quickly stood up and said, "Village chief, the old man is outside, why don't you meet him? He is actually quite powerful and has a unique skill."

Ao Muyang nodded and said, "You bring him in."

Quan Tao went out in a hurry, and soon a hunchbacked old man with snow-white hair and wrinkled face led a teenager in tremblingly.

Seeing Ao Muyang sitting behind the desk, the old man bowed formally: "Hello, leader."

Ao Muyang went over and helped him up and said, "Sit down, there is no need to do this."

Quan Tao said with a helping hand: "This is the village chief, he is very upright and very good. He is definitely a pillar of the country. Tell him about your situation and let him do something for you."

The old man seemed to have seen the world, and his behavior was much calmer than Quan Tao. He said, "Hello, Village Chief, I am Liang Fulai, this is my grandson Liang Xiaohu. I am 68 years old this year, and Xiaohu twelve years old, alas."

"This child is good everywhere, but he has autism. After confirming his condition, his mother left home. In the past few years, his father, my son, took him. As a result, God did not give the poor a way to live, and his father also got sick and had cancer in his stomach. Alas, there was no way to go, so his father committed suicide, so I can only take this child with him, alas."

Speaking of this, the old man couldn't help but wipe his tears, while the child sat quietly beside him, staring at the "History of the Party" on his desk, motionless.

Ao Muyang felt uncomfortable, this was really a miserable family.

The old man took a breath and said, "Autism is not easy to treat, but it can be cured, but it costs a lot of money. Old man, I am at this age and I really have no choice but to ask Brother Quantao to help lead the way. I think of asking for a way out in your village."

Ao Muyang said: "I'll find a way to arrange it."

He had to help with such things, and he was even more evil in treating villains, but he was not at all cruel to such poor people.

The old man Liang Fu said, "Village Chief, you don't have to make things difficult. I am old and can't do heavy work, but I have a skill, I know how to use the shell carvings. I want to set up a stall to sell shell carvings when I come to your village. My craftsmanship is okay. There are many tourists in your village. I know that this place is the place with the most tourists in Hongyang, so if I can set up a stall, I think I can still support me and this kid."

Hearing this, Ao Muyang was a little surprised. He thought that the old man, like Quan Tao, came here simply to find work: "You know how to use the Bei Diao?"

Simply put, shell sculpture is to make sculptures in shells. To be professional, colored shells are used, and their natural colors, textures, shapes are used, and after cutting, grinding, polishing, stacking, pasting and other processes, they are carefully carved into various forms and specifications such as flat pasting, semi-relief, inlay, three-dimensional, and other forms and specifications.

This kind of handicraft was once very popular in history because it combines the beauty of the sea with traditional culture, integrating the natural beauty of shells, the technical beauty of sculptures and the style beauty of Chinese paintings. Its exquisiteness and luxury are no less than jade and has a unique artistic style.

Liang Fulai opened the rag bag he was carrying and carefully took out a white shell the size of an adult's palm.

He showed Ao Muyang the white shell, which was a shell carving, with a long golden dragon inside. The dragon claws stepped on the auspicious clouds, with its eyes radiant, the scales were delicate, and the body was smooth. Although it was attached to the shell, it was carved with hollowing craftsmanship and full of three-dimensionality. When the old man shook the shell, it flashed with the light, it seemed to be coming alive, surging faintly in the shell, as if it was about to fly out.

Looking at the shell eagle, Ao Muyang was shocked and said, "You are so skilled, you are a master!"

Liang Fulai smiled bitterly and said, "What kind of master is the folk craft."

"The master is in the folk, and the master is in the folk." Ao Wenchang, who was watching next to him, was amazed repeatedly.

Ao Muyang agreed with this sentence and asked, "Mr., your skills are extraordinary. Are you afraid that you won't make money with this skills?"

Liang Fulai said with a frown: "Village Chief, how much do you think I, the five-clawed golden dragon, can sell for?"

Ao Muyang said: "At least one thousand, right?"

Liang Fu laughed and said, "You know the goods. If I set up a stall on the street, who would have spent 1,000 yuan to buy such a thing? There are shell carvings on the Hongyang Sea, which can't even use a hundred yuan. It's enough to bargain for a few dozen yuan, and the cost is only a few yuan, and the machine can carve a lot of them a day. In addition, I heard that this thing online is cheaper, more than ten yuan per person."

"But you carved it by hand, it's much more valuable than carved by machines." Ao Muyang said.

"Yes, I have confidence in my craftsmanship, but how can people on the street spend so much money to buy my goods? After all, the dozens of dollars are not much worse than mine." The old man said frustrated, "And I can't fight price wars with others. I can't afford it. It took me four days to carve this shell. If the things carved in four days are only sold for a few dozen or one hundred yuan, how can I support my children and treat them?"

He said again: "There is no market on the street, but I think it can be done in your fishing village. Because I read the newspaper and said that the tourists here are rich and accept the goods, so I will try it."
Chapter completed!