"Grandpa Zhang, tell me all the difficulties." Li Weiyin didn't want to give up. In fact, she probably already knew where the difficulties were.

Li Weiyin is so sincere that Old Zhang doesn't fool her. He also likes this little girl very much: "Our village is not short of wheat straw, and there are also many adjacent villages, and there are not shortage of materials. But this radius of dozens of miles is only one of me, but the younger generation has no chance or the mind to learn it. It takes a long time to paint a painting.

I just picked up this craft again when the child is growing up in the slack season. You see, I have been working hard for more than ten years, and I have only worked hard for such a dozen paintings. I really can't meet the number you want."

From beginning to end, Zhang never thought of living on this craft. He was a person who had been through difficult years. He had been with these crafts and decorations that may have caused a catastrophe to his family.

It is a sin to peel off the steamed bun on the ground and peel off the ashes. It is a luxury and enjoyment. These decorations can only rot in the stomach.

Even if there is no problem now, young people are impetuous and do not have the energy or patience to learn such cumbersome things.

"Grandpa Zhang, I am really optimistic about this thing. I can offer a price that you are satisfied with. If you are willing, you can accept several students. If the village cannot receive it, I can bring people to study. If you take the students, I will also give you the tuition."

Li Weiyin focused on looking at the old man: "My restaurant will be open for about two years. You just depend on how much you have made. We won't rush in the future. You don't want such a good thing to be broken up here, right? What a pity."

Of course, there are not only Lao Zhang's people in the wheat straw painting club, but fewer and fewer people in the club, which is a kind of regret.

This statement really touched the old man. After all, it was a ancestral craft. If he hadn't really had feelings, how could he pick it up after experiencing such a panic-like past?

"Girl, I'm really afraid that I can't do it well. If your big hotel is smashed to me, I'll be a sinner." Old Zhang was a little moved, but he was still afraid.

Even if Li Weiyin didn't explicitly say what kind of restaurant she was, Lao Zhang didn't think it was a small restaurant on the roadside, and there were counters. It wasn't like a big shopping mall. If he couldn't do it well, how would he explain it then?

Li Weiyin smiled: "Don't worry, we will inspect all finished products here first. Once the inspection is passed, we will take them away from you. If there is a problem, I will be responsible for it. I will provide you with any requirements and support you need."

In fact, she wanted to buy it outside, but she liked the paintings made by Lao Zhangtou, which gave people the feeling of exquisite but not intentional, gorgeous but not distorted.

Perhaps the creator's mood has a big impact on the work. If you buy it outside, you will inevitably feel a bit dull. There must be top masters. Li Weiyin herself knows her and thinks it is very good. Why do you still pursue famous master works?

Old Zhang looked at his eldest son and finally said, "I'll think about it."

Li Weiyin nodded and agreed, and they talked about other things. Most of the time, Lao Zhang's eldest son was asking about Li Weiyin's hotel issues. Li Weiyin did not hide it. He told them everything he wanted to know.
Chapter completed!