I Am an Old Craftsman in the Countryside, and Everything Has Its Spirit.

After graduating from college, I returned to the village to maintain my old home, and I inherited my grandfather's old craftsmanship shop. While others practice martial arts, I practice the five old crafts of wood, stone, bamboo, pottery, and paper. Others kill monsters and seize treasures, but I make friends with old wood, old stones, ancient paper, and residual pottery. An old chisel can awaken the soul of a century-old wood; A piece of earthen rice paper can retain the afterimage of an old friend; An old utensil hides a piece of human love. Experts from the city say I am superstitious, and Internet celebrities say I am hype. Until the night of heavy rain, the old bridge cracks and the old house is about to collapse—— I raised my hand and chiseled, and thousands of old things chimed in unison: "Master, we will protect you!" The most powerful thing in this world is not supernatural power. It's the human heart in old craftsmanship and the time in old utensils.