Send me to the countryside? Turn around and make you homeless!

The finest silk, dyed, combed, cut into thin strips, and fixed with copper wire...

Every detail of making velvet flowers seems to be in Zheng Yong's mind, forming muscle memory. The more he does it, the more skilled he becomes, and the better he makes it, as if he has never given it up all these years.

This is different from working in a paper mill. Working in a paper mill is just a means of making a living for their family. It is something they must do to survive. It can be a paper mill or any other factory.

Zheng Yong didn't think much of working in a paper mill, but velvet flowers were different. This was something he truly loved and wanted to do. He wanted to pass on this ancestral craft so that more future generations could see, know, and understand it.

Every movement was so clear in his mind. In the box was a hairpin that he had kept there in the past and had been reluctant to throw away or take out to wear. Zheng Yong was not very satisfied after fixing the velvet flower on the hairpin.

"This is far inferior to my previous craftsmanship."

Isn't it a big difference? In her previous life, Tan Yuan had seen Zheng Yong's craftsmanship. It was so exquisite and beautiful that it looked just like a real flower, even more beautiful and dazzling than a real flower.

But even it is enough now. If this thing is brought to an exchange meeting, I wonder how many foreigners who have never seen the world will be amazed by it.

Tan Yuan applauded: "Teacher Zheng is indeed worthy of his reputation. Even if he hasn't touched her in years, he can still make people unable to take their eyes off her."

Yang Yulan felt that her husband was a little too bad at talking. How could she say that her cooking skills were not good at this time? What if Comrade Tan Yuan changed her mind after hearing it?

Fortunately, Tan Yuan didn't say anything and was even very supportive. Yang Yulan was satisfied and felt that nothing would go wrong.

"Comrade Tan Yuan, you don't know that our family's Lao Zheng has been learning this craft for decades. In the past, members of his family would go to the palace to make jewelry for the concubines. Now that's no longer the case, but Lao Zheng's craftsmanship is not bad at all. Once he gets more familiar with it, he will definitely be able to return to his former state in the future."

As she spoke, she took out a box from somewhere and opened it. Inside was a velvet flower.

I don’t know when it was made, but just looking at the box, it’s been around for quite a while.

"Look at this peony. Isn't it a work of art? It looks just like the real thing. So many people came to ask us, Old Zheng, to make jewelry for them."

It's a pity that the world is different now, and this ancestral craft is no longer useful. Those people back then...

Some died, some scattered, everything was gone with the wind, and no one knew where the velvet flowers had ended up. Perhaps they had all been burned in a fire a long time ago.

Things are never wrong. How can they be wrong? It's only people who are wrong.

Tan Yuan had never seen this peony flower in her previous life, but the one she had seen and made later could also reach the same level.

Things of this standard are not much worse than luxury goods.

Tan Yuan smiled and said, "I believe that Teacher Zheng and Teacher Yang will be able to make such beautiful velvet flowers in the future. When the time comes, we can sell these velvet flowers to foreigners, earn foreign exchange, and bring glory to our country.

There is a science to making big promises, and Tan Yuan never forgets to promote this knowledge. The promises she made for Zheng Yong and Yang Yulan were bigger than each other.

"Let's sell these to Xiao Rizi for a thousand yuan each!"

The two of them gasped. A thousand yuan a velvet flower? This wasn't robbery! Even if it was, they wouldn't have to do it this way, right?

"What do you mean by robbing? We're selling things to them, letting them buy them willingly. How can we use the word robbing? Besides, in my opinion, Mr. Zheng's craftsmanship is only worth this price."

Tan Yuan pointed to the lifelike peony quietly lying in the wooden box. Foreigners can sell a bag for hundreds of thousands or even millions, and ordinary people can sell a bottle of water for thousands or even tens of thousands. Why can't she sell such a beautiful velvet flower for thousands?

Zheng Yong and his wife had complicated looks in their eyes. They both wondered if Comrade Tan Yuan's brain wasn't normal. It didn't look like it. They hesitated to speak, not knowing if their decision was right. What if Comrade Tan Yuan really had a problem with her brain...

They shouldn't be so unlucky.

The couple looked at each other and saw confusion about the future in each other's eyes.

"How many good things did the Eight-Nation Alliance steal from our country back then? What's wrong with us using our own skills to earn some of their money now?"

Tan Yuan felt that there was no problem at all. I heard that the Eight-Nation Alliance used dozens of ships to transport the treasures of the Old Summer Palace, and those that couldn't be taken away were all smashed to pieces. Now...

Thinking that the highest price she could think of was only one thousand yuan, she felt that she was not bold enough. How about changing from Chinese yuan to US dollars?

She is self-critical and self-reflective.

Zheng Yong and his wife were also a little excited by Tan Yuan's words.

Zhang Yong slammed the table, indignant. "Comrade Tan Yuan is right. The Eight-Nation Alliance took away so many of our valuables back then. So what if we give them back a little now?"

Just like what Comrade Tan Yuan said, we should earn foreign exchange, and then use the earned foreign exchange to develop China's airplanes and cannons, and then blow them all to death.

Especially on small days!!

"We can't let those little ones get away with it cheaply. They're selling for two thousand!"

Yang Yulan had originally not wanted to pay any attention to her husband's rare old age madness, but now she was inexplicably compelled to agree: "Yes, we can't let the young ones get away with it!"

In a small Chinese guesthouse, three ordinary Chinese people who were unknown and powerless actually started to complain about their miserable lives, and they became more and more excited as they talked.

Compared with our daily life, Europe and the United States are nothing, not even a fart, and it is not worth singleing out to talk about it.

Now, even if Tan Yuan said that all the benefits she had promised would be halved, Zheng Yong would probably follow Tan Yuan willingly, leave his hometown, and head towards an unknown future.

Young people should be reckless, Tan Yuan said boldly. The person she personally selected, Comrade Guan Jianguo, also no longer concealed his edge and showed all his abilities in front of his leader.

Guan Jianguo drove back to Lesnian's side.

Guan Jianguo had previously driven away in this car that symbolized his status. Those people thought that Reisian was sitting in the car, so they were cautious and did not dare to act rashly. However, after the car left, their true colors were revealed.