Chapter 562: ：The straw painting of traditional crafts

"Sui Sui." Li Weiyin also greeted He Congyue and Xu Yimo with their luggage.
Soon the two people converged, Zhang Suisui raised her apple face, her bright eyes flashed with excitement: "Sister Yinyin, you are here, I have been waiting for you for a long time, you see that I have grown so tall!"
"Yes, you have grown taller." Li Weiyin stretched out his hand and gestured. After two years, the little girl has grown a lot taller.
"Hehehe..." Zhang Suisui smiled contentedly, "Sister Yinyin, come with me, my father went outside today, and my mother cleaned up the room for you at home, let me take you there."
As he said, he hopped over to He Congyue again: "Uncle, let me help you carry your backpack."
"No, I can move it." He Cong Yue refused expressionlessly. In fact, He Cong's eyebrows were softer than others.
But Zhang Suisui still felt that He Congyue was a little cold, and she immediately ran to Li Weiyin, her expression a little timid.
"Don't be afraid, he is like this, he doesn't like to laugh when he sees anyone." Li Weiyin comforted, and handed the fruit to Zhang Suisui, "Sui Sui, help me carry one, let's go to your house, I I miss your mother’s Liangpi and Shuijianbao."
"My mother knows that Sister Yinyin loves to eat and is ready." Zhang Suisui immediately forgot about He Congyue and couldn't wait to take them home.
Zhang Suisui's house is a very nice country house with a lot of empty rooms, so Li Weiyin dared to bring someone over.
Zhang Suisui’s mother is called Lu Ping, she has the glamour of working women in the countryside, but she has a friendly smile and entertains them very warmly. They are also treated with hot water and towels and served with melon and fruit tea, which makes Li Weiyin a little bit uncomfortable Sorry.
"What kind of painting is this?" He Congyue walked to the living room and looked at a large painting hanging in the living room. It was shiny and very textured.
"This is one of the purposes of my coming here. This is a wheat stalk painting." Li Weiyin and Xu Yimo walked over. "I lived at Suisui's house when I was traveling. Her grandfather's craftsmanship is very good, but unfortunately they don't know how. This makes a living."
"This is the straw painting?" He Congyue had heard of this kind of thing, but it was the first time I saw him.
Wheat stalk paintings began in the Sui and Tang dynasties, using the luster and texture of the wheat stalks to form a painting through multiple processes such as fumigating, steaming, bleaching, scraping, pushing, ironing, cutting, engraving, and weaving. The paintings produced are lifelike and vivid.
Not only did Li Weiyin want to get some back for decoration, but he also wanted to display this kind of thing in a special counter.
In addition, Li Weiyin intends to look into the purchase of flour from the village. Li Weiyin has been to many places and eaten a lot of pasta, each with its own characteristics, but the pasta made from flour here is very delicious, not to mention incomparable, at least unique .
The summer night was long, and the sky was still bright at seven o'clock. Their dining table was placed in the open-air courtyard. Lu Ping invited Zhang Suisui's grandfather and uncle to entertain the guests because Zhang Fengtian had not returned.
Lu Ping made a lot of noodles, and both He Congyue and Xu Yimo thought it was very delicious.
After the meal, they sat in the courtyard to enjoy the coolness, and Li Weiyin mentioned the matter to the old man.
"I will ask the village officials to talk to you about flour tomorrow." What Li Weiyin wants is a large quantity. If it is not supplied by his family, he cannot be the master. He paused, "I want to paint... Girl, it's really embarrassing old man to me."