jdhmnovel Chapter 156 The Fan-Making Craft Passed Down Through Generations
Chapter 156 The Fan-Making Craft Passed Down Through Generations
At this moment, Chen Jiangqiao realized that he had not lost to Jiang Lin, but to the sincerity of the man in front of him.
What appears to be an intense, almost frantic love, upon closer inspection, is tenderness.
Chen Jiangqiao avoided Ji Xingyi's gaze. Although he already knew he had failed miserably, he still felt a little uncomfortable: "Alright, I know you love him, so please stop hurting me."
Ji Xingyi: "I'm telling you all this because I know you care about me."
Ji Xingyi could sense that Chen Jiangqiao was sincere, even though his motives were impure. That's why when Chen Jiangqiao investigated the New World, Ji Xingyi told him to stop, not wanting Chen Jiangqiao to be implicated.
"Can you stop being so mushy all of a sudden!" Chen Jiangqiao touched his nose sheepishly. "I didn't say we wouldn't save Jiang Lin, but given your current physical condition, who can you possibly save? We need to think of something, you know! I just don't want you to go and die in vain!"
"Right! When did I say I was going to abandon the third brother?" Wang Zhe's mind twisted into a pretzel, and it took him a long time to react:
"Young Master Ji, you've gone too far! What do you mean you can abandon Jiang Lin? When did you abandon him? Are you deaf?!"
"Well said!" Chen Jiangqiao laughed loudly. "He's not only deaf, but also has Alzheimer's!"
Wang Zhe rushed over: "Even if you and Lao San are gay, I never said I was abandoning you! We're teammates!"
Chen Jiangqiao's laughter stopped abruptly. No, why did it feel like he was being insulted as well?
Wang Zhe: "On the other hand, I don't think anything will happen to the third brother. As the saying goes, evil deeds last a thousand years. I believe in the third brother's abilities!"
"Yes, let's interrogate him first!" Chen Jiangqiao looked at the unconscious Shi Tou in the corner and rubbed his hands together, eager to get started. "That way, we'll have a better chance of rescuing him!"
Ji Xing listened to their answers, slightly lost in thought, a faint smile gradually appearing on his lips. He wasn't actually an optimistic person, so he couldn't help but feel reassured about Jiang Lin. Perhaps he should trust Jiang Lin more, truly believe in Jiang Lin's abilities.
With a thought, Ji Xingyi looked towards the door as if he had sensed something.
The fallen leaves were swept up by the wind, flew over the wall, and landed on the white lanterns hanging at the gate.
One white lantern after another leads westward to the end of the long street.
At the end of the long street flows a clear stream with undercurrents that meander through a network of underground rivers before flowing into the blood pool in a mysterious underground palace.
All the scenery was captured in her purple eyes.
Jin Lushan stood beside the young man, his face flushed with excitement, his hands trembling as he held up the painting: "It's so beautiful! This painting of the goddess is absolutely stunning!"
The woman in the painting is none other than Qingdai, dancing gracefully.
It was also the goddess painting that Jiang Lin had just drawn himself in front of Jin Lushan.
"Do you believe me now that I said your fans are poorly made?" Jiang Lin said disdainfully.
“You’re absolutely right. A fine horse deserves a golden saddle, and a talented man deserves a beautiful woman! My few painters are indeed unworthy of this exquisite fan!” Jin Lushan sighed incessantly, his eyes filled with greed as he looked at Jiang Lin again: “Would you be willing to stay in Qingxi Town and paint a fan for me? Jewels and beautiful women, I will definitely not treat you unfairly!”
Jiang Lin glanced at Zhou Jue and Jing Kang, who were soaking in the blood pool behind her, and smiled slightly: "If I didn't want to, would you still throw me in?"
"How could that be!" Jin Lushan maintained his smile, but a vicious glint flashed in his eyes: "We Qingxi people have always persuaded people with reason!"
Jiang Lin nodded and chuckled: "Mayor Jin, it's a pleasure to work with you."
"Then it's settled!" Jin Lushan's face lit up with joy upon hearing this. "By the way, the new leather should be almost ready. Please follow me, sir!"
The word "leather" made Jiang Lin's eyes flicker slightly, and he followed Jin Lushan towards a spot in the blood pool. Jin Lushan waved his hand, and two servants beside him came forward, each carrying a smooth bamboo pole.
The two servants inserted bamboo poles into the blood pool, stirring the viscous blood water.
Upon seeing one of his servants' rough handling, Jin Lushan immediately yelled, "How many times have I told you? Be careful! If you damage my skin, I'll skin you all alive!"
The two servants immediately slowed their movements. After using one bamboo pole to scoop up the object from the bottom of the water, they used the other pole to lift the other end. In an instant, thick black hair was revealed from the pool of blood.
The leather that Jin Lushan had mentioned finally saw the light of day, and it turned out to be an extremely complete human skin!
From head to toe, flesh and blood dissolved from the inside, leaving only a thin layer of human skin and the remaining hair on the body.
The Blood Pool effect gives the skin an eerie glow, almost identical to the surface of the Beauty Fan.
After the two men slowly scooped the object ashore, two other gloved servants immediately reached out and took it, carefully placing it on the jade table in the left side chamber.
The two side chambers on the left of the underground palace display fans made by beauties over the years, while the two side chambers on the right are the area where fans are made.
One side room was responsible for processing leather, while the other side room was a painting studio for depicting beautiful women on fans.
Jiang Lin saw a man wearing a white apron and a mask covering his mouth and nose approaching the leather with exquisite props, so he asked Jin Lushan, "What are you doing?"
Jin Lushan was observing Jiang Lin's reaction closely. Seeing that the young man remained calm and even showed curiosity in his eyes, he couldn't help but consider him a kindred spirit: "Sir, you may not know this. The leather in the blood pool cannot be used directly for painting. We need to process it first."
"We need to remove this hair first."
As soon as Jin Lushan finished speaking, the masked man used a knife to cut off the entire scalp along the hairline, tearing it apart like he was processing an octopus, and then threw the cut-off scalp and hair into the wooden bucket at his feet.
"Also, the skin on these hands and feet is uneven and unusable, so we just throw them away."
The masked man then made four cuts along the wrists and ankles of the human skin, and threw the human skin gloves and foot covers into the wooden bucket.
In addition, some private parts were treated. After the remaining leather was sorted out, the masked man began to cut it. He first made a cut at the elbow.
The leather detached from the wrist to the elbow, at which point the masked man switched to a thin, long knife. He pierced the leather through the middle with the knife, making a gentle cut, and the human skin on the arm unfolded into a neat trapezoidal piece of leather.
The masked man took out a wooden frame, carefully picked up the piece of leather, and placed it into the liquid solution next to him. After washing it slightly, when he took it out, the entire piece of leather became crystal clear and emitted a captivating light.
Jin Lushan pointed to the leather and smiled at Jiang Lin: "After this is processed, we just need to put it on a hot stone to dry it, and then you can start painting!"
Jiang Lin couldn't help but applaud: "Professional."
"This fan-making craft has been passed down in Qingxi Town for over a century." Jin Lushan pointed to the masked man: "It's passed down only to sons, not daughters; this is already the fourth generation!"
“Generally speaking, a piece of leather can be cut into twelve pieces, but this piece of leather is a bit small. I estimate that it can only be cut into 10 pieces.” Jin Lushan said, his eyes showing regret.
“It’s alright, I think those two pieces of skin can be used to make a lot.” Jiang Lin looked at Zhou Jue and Jing Kang, who were soaking in the blood pool, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.