I couldn't take it anymore; when I went home for Chinese New Year, the family genealogy book ha

"These kids, are they all going to stop loitering on the streets from now on?" Li Qiang swallowed hard, pointed at the main road outside, his face full of disbelief.

"What a load of crap, a street thug." Jiang Chen leaned back in his chair, a cold smile creeping onto his lips.

He picked up the hot tea on the table and took a sip.

"You pay them 3,000 yuan a month, and they spend all their time in internet cafes playing ranked games."

"But if you slap a ten-million-dollar property deed right in their faces, these guys will unplug their internet cables and chew up their keyboards and swallow them!"

Jiang Chen pointed in the direction outside the gate.

"Our Jiangjia Village is so poor now that all we have left is money."

"I'm going to use the simplest and most direct method—real money—to unleash the wolfish nature ingrained in their bones!"

Li Qiang was thrilled and clenched his fists tightly.

"Brother Chen is right! Even that stubborn brat Huang Mao has bought welding textbooks. Who will dare say that Jiangjia Village produces troublemakers now!"

……

Early the next morning.

Sunlight streams into the spacious living room of the large apartment in Jiangjia Village.

The underfloor heating is extremely comfortable.

Jiang Chen, dressed in loose loungewear, sat casually on a million-dollar leather sofa.

He was holding the black card bill that was linked to the system.

Looking at that string of numbers above, so long that even counting the zeros would make your eyes blurry.

Jiang Chen tossed the tablet computer in his hand onto the coffee table.

All major industries are generating huge profits.

The vegetables from the AI ​​super farm are in high demand every day.

The waiting list for VIP beds at Changsheng Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital is booked for two years from now.

Cold chain logistics has monopolized the fresh food distribution channels throughout the province.

There's more money than you can spend.

Jiang Chen was figuring out how to spend the money wisely.

The courtyard gate was pushed open.

Eighty-year-old Jiang Baichuan, dressed in a clean traditional Chinese jacket, strolled in slowly with his hands behind his back.

The old man walked with a steady, measured gait.

But today, that wrinkled face bore an extremely obvious look of worry.

"Chen-ge'er, aren't you resting at home?"

Jiang Baichuan sighed and sat down on the single sofa opposite Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen personally poured a cup of top-grade Da Hong Pao tea and handed it over.

"Uncle Baichuan, why are you sighing so early in the morning? Who has upset you again?" Jiang Chen asked with a smile.

Jiang Baichuan picked up his teacup, but had no interest in drinking it.

"Brother Chen, our village has everything we need now. Every household is eating and drinking well, and some even drive Wuling cars."

"But I've been feeling uneasy these past few days."

Jiang Baichuan slammed his teacup heavily on the table.

"I just passed by Chen Dashan's house."

"His masterful skill in making furniture without using a single nail—the mortise and tenon joints—is completely gone!"

Jiang Baichuan pounded his thigh, heartbroken.

"Dashan wanted to pass on his skills to a few young people, but they all found it too tiring and went to work as operators on Li Qiang's AI production line!"

"And there's your Aunt Qiaoyun's amazing skill in making Chinese knot buttons, and He Dazui's pot of old braising liquid recipe that's been simmering for three generations!"

Jiang Baichuan became more and more anxious as he spoke, his mustache sticking up.

"Young people nowadays all want to work in factories to make quick money and dream of getting a 10 million yuan bonus for a luxury apartment."

"The older generation's skills are no longer being learned by young people. What will happen when they're all old and gray?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen's smile faded.

He sat up straight.

Jiang Baichuan's words hit the nail on the head, pointing out a huge hidden danger.

Jiangjia Village is now extremely wealthy, with the best infrastructure in the province.

But to outsiders, this could easily turn the village into a nouveau riche village.

A village without cultural heritage is just an empty shell, no matter how rich it is.

This is called "When the granaries are full, people know etiquette!"

Jiang Chen slapped his thigh.

He stood up directly from the sofa.

"Uncle Baichuan is right!"

"No matter how much money we have, if we lose our cultural heritage, we're just nouveau riche with no real substance!"

Jiang Chen's tone was domineering.

"These unique skills passed down from our ancestors are renowned intangible cultural heritage treasures, not only in the province but also internationally!"

"Leave this to me. I'll resolve it completely today!"

Jiang Baichuan was stunned for a moment.

"Brother Chen, what are you planning to do? This job is dirty, tiring, and doesn't pay well. You can't force those kids to learn it at knifepoint, can you?"

Jiang Chen immediately took out his phone.

I dialed the phone number for the village committee's loudspeaker broadcast room.

"Da Gou! Sound the alarm! Everyone in the village, assemble in the ancestral hall square within half an hour for a meeting!"

……

Half an hour later.

The large square paved with bluestone outside the ancestral hall was crowded with people.

Jiangjia Village now has an extremely terrifying level of enforcement.

Thousands of people rushed over without even having time to wash their breakfast bowls.

Even the old lady from Zhaojialing next door who was passing by borrowing soy sauce came to watch the spectacle.

Jiang Chen was wearing that black cashmere coat.

He strode up to the high platform.

The murmurs below vanished instantly.

Jiang Chen took the microphone and scanned the entire audience.

"Listen up, everyone!"

"Starting today, our Jiangjia Village will be offering free classes to pass on traditional handicrafts!"

Jiang Chen's voice, amplified by hundreds of high-powered speakers, reverberated throughout the entire valley.

The people below were completely dumbfounded.

Liu Cuifen squeezed to the front and shouted, "Brother Chen! What's this 'inheritance class'? Is it learning to cook or operating an excavator?"

Jiang Chen snorted coldly.

"It's a traditional skill from our village that's almost lost!"

"Uncle Chen Dashan's mortise and tenon woodworking!"

"Aunt Jiang Qiaoyun's Chinese knot embroidery!"

"And Uncle He's secret-recipe braising liquid!"

The square fell into an eerie silence after those words were spoken.

Wang Dagou touched his shiny bald head.

He squeezed out of the crowd, utterly bewildered.

"Brother Chen, what are you doing with this?"

Wang Dagou asked the question in a loud voice in front of the whole village.

"Who among young people these days still learns to weave bamboo baskets or sew shoe soles? What good are those things!"

"Everyone can go to the AI ​​farm and press a button, or go to the logistics park and drive a forklift."

"Wouldn't it be better to do anything else outside than this?"

Wang Dagou's words were extremely realistic.

This is also what all the young people in the audience felt.

Who would give up making a lot of money to learn those laborious and thankless traditional crafts from a few old men and women?

Several young men who had originally planned to go to the city to take the certification exam nodded repeatedly.

Jiang Chen looked at Wang Dagou's pragmatic face.

Instead of getting angry, he grabbed the microphone and laughed out loud.

The laughter was extremely loud.

"Who says it's not profitable?"

Jiang Chen immediately raised the microphone pole in his hand a bit higher.

"I know what you guys are thinking!"

Jiang Chen waved his hand with an extremely domineering air.

"Our Jiang family's rule is to use the harshest treatment to accomplish the noblest deeds!"

"As long as you're willing to learn these traditional crafts!"

"I not only don't charge a single penny of tuition!"

"Every month, I, Jiang Chen, have to pay you an extra 8,000 yuan in 'cultural preservation subsidies'!"

These words came crashing down.

The entire venue felt as if a heavy nuclear bomb had been dropped on it.

After a deathly silence, a deafening roar erupted, tearing off the roof.

"What the heck?!"

Liu Cuifen's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and her legs went weak, almost causing her to fall.

"Learning to make a living by selling broken bamboo baskets, and then losing eight thousand yuan a month?!"

Jiang Shitou, shirtless, roared in the crowd.

"My goodness! This is like a discus falling from the sky and hitting me in the mouth!"

"This pays more than tightening screws in a factory!"

Several young men with blond hair who were clamoring to apply for jobs at the factory yesterday.

He immediately raised his hand high.

My arm almost dislocated from lifting it.

The blond-haired man pushed his way forward with all his might.

"Brother Chen! I'm signing up! I'll quit my factory job tomorrow!"

"I'm not going to be a welder anymore, I'm going to learn blacksmithing and carpentry from Uncle Dashan!"

"Anyone who dares to take it from me, I'll fight them!"

The young man next to him, Er Gou, kicked the blond-haired guy in the leg.

"Get lost! I want to learn how to make Qiaoyun's Chinese knot buttons! I'm a grown man, and I'm the most skillful with my hands!"

All the able-bodied young people in the square went mad.

This is hardly about enduring hardship to learn a skill.

This is clearly a golden job with an even more secure position than a civil servant's!

The older generation of craftsmen standing in the front row listened as the young people around them, who had once looked down on them, now fought tooth and nail to learn their skills from them.

They were all so excited they were trembling.

Jiang Qiaoyun, 38 years old.

That woman who blushes after saying just three sentences to someone.

His eyes were red-rimmed at that moment.

She walked out of the crowd, tears streaming down her face.

"Brother Chen..."

Jiang Qiaoyun wiped away her tears, her voice choked with sobs.

"Our roots as the Jiang family, our worthless and shabby skills, have finally been completely preserved!"

Chen Dashan, who had always been silent, also turned his back.

He vigorously wiped the corner of his eye with the back of his calloused hand.

Jiang Chen strode down from the platform.

He looked at Jiang Baichuan, whose head was full of silver hair.

"Uncle Baichuan, this matter is settled, we can't delay any longer."

Jiang Chen issued the order swiftly and decisively.

"Immediately clear out three of the largest and most spacious courtyards at the east end of the village!"

"Get the place cleared tonight!"

Jiang Chen pointed to the east end of the village.

"Classes must begin immediately tomorrow morning!"

Jiang Baichuan was so excited that his beard trembled.

He gripped the solid wood cane tightly and slammed it heavily onto the bluestone slab.

"Don't worry, Chen-ge!"

"Even if I don't sleep tonight, I'll get this school up and running for you!"