Chapter 111 A small smoking cage like a rolling lamp

There is no night ban during the Lantern Festival. After tonight, everything will return to normal. Every household is reluctant to light firecrackers, so tonight they all carry them to the roadside.

The sound of "pop, burst" came near and far, the nearest ones were those of his own house and those of Zhang household. Wang Weng, Erlang, Wang He, and Wang Peng were all outside. Erlang and A Peng laughed the loudest, and everyone in the house laughed.

Can hear.

In the main room, Wang Ge and Wang Shu sat across the desk, one concentrating on carving and the other reciting books. The two oil lamps could not be wasted. Jia Guo and Wang Shu sat at both ends. The old man was sewing gloves, and A Shu was sewing his father's feet.

Clothes. I will go to Weiting tomorrow. After I get there, I will open up wasteland, build houses, farm, and clean. The most expensive thing is gloves.

Wang Dalang lay back to side, blocking the candlelight, and patted Wang Ai once and for all to coax the child to sleep. Strangely enough, the child Aai didn't bother anyone and was willing to follow his uncle.

"Huh." As soon as Wang Ge blew the sawdust, the tiger's head immediately tilted back, and he sat down, avoiding the sawdust hitting his face before approaching the oil lamp.

"Confucius said, one is quick and eager to learn and is not ashamed to ask..."

"call!"

"Ji Wenzi, think twice..."

"Hoo, ho."

"The Master said..."

"call."

Wang Yun simply moved over and sat next to her sister, watching her squeeze the knife evenly and use the tip of the knife to cut out a semicircle, which looked like a small wooden bowl.

The smooth shape of the "small bowl" is actually difficult to carve. If you don't have any hand tools at home, you can use whatever works best for you. After the rough arc is formed, it depends on the polishing skills. In the past life, some carpenters who claimed to inherit traditional carving used

There are a variety of knives, especially electric polishing and other instruments, which are completely different from the traditional craftsmanship of Wang Nanxing's family.

What is tradition? Even people like Wang Ge, who are thrown into simple conditions, can still make it useful and ensure that they are meticulously crafted without any impatience.

This is the true inheritance of traditional skills.

When gouging out the inner wall of the "wooden bowl", you have to tighten the force all the time. If one area is thinned, the entire inner wall structure has to be thinned.

"Huh." She blew the sawdust again, only to find that her brother was sitting over.

She reminded: "Don't get too close to me." She continued carving.

Wang Yun pouted and walked around to the eldest mother. Jia Concubine put down the needle and asked softly: "What's wrong?"

The little guy felt uncomfortable and knew not to disturb Wang Ge, so he complained quietly: "My sister has another little tiger outside, and she doesn't care about me anymore, huh."

Jia Lai didn't want to disturb Wang Ge, so she pulled her grandson to sit farther away and persuaded with a smile: "The little tigers outside have their own homes. Our two little tigers will always return to the same home."

However, this could not coax Wang Yun. He thought: My sister will get married in the future. When she gets married, can he still stay with her?

He sniffed, feeling sad. The more he thought about it, the sadder he became. He no longer wanted to be sensible! He came to Wang Ge with tears on his face and sobbed hard. Sister, please look at me. Don't let the tears fall anymore.

"Hey, what's wrong with the tiger's head?" Wang Ge put down his knife, Mu, and hugged his brother, fearing that he would touch him, and pushed the knife and carving knife away.

With this move, the little guy suddenly felt less sad. "Sister, what are you thinking about? Is that tiger so important? Because of him, you ignored me, and you will leave me again in the future.

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"First of all, I want to make a small smoker cage that is like a rolling lantern and won't tip over no matter how I shake it. Secondly, I don't care about you because I don't want to break my promise. Think about it, I am now a famous craftsman, so it counts.

With such a small reputation, how can you make a promise and then break it? Right?"

"snort."

"Well, I find that I am too busy. What should I do? Is Hutou willing to help me?"

"Yes! Hehe." Wang Yun was immediately happy and seemed more anxious than Wang Ge: "Sister, tell me quickly, what do you want me to do?"

"Help me bake two small bamboo strips. The bamboo strips are very thin and short and difficult to bake. They need to be bent into a circle and tied tightly with string. Can you do it?" Wang Ge gestured with his fingers to indicate the bend.

"It can be done. But if I use such a small bamboo ring as a shaft and a small wooden bowl as a candle tray, it will be burned soon?"

Wang Ge smiled. "As long as you can see the truth through the small smoker cage I made. Xie's shop will definitely change it to silver or copper. Xie Zhi is afraid of the cold. If you can take a small smoker cage with you,

, you don’t have to suffer so much. Tiger head helps sister, and let’s help the other little tiger warm his claws, okay?”

"Okay. I understand. Sister and I will help him together."

"A Shu, come and help me weave bamboo, and I'll teach you how to make a nice little smoker's cage."

"Why."

Jia Guo let out a soft "tsk", moved back, and whispered to Da Lang: "Look at you girl, you are so small-mouthed. You fooled your younger brother and younger sister into doing their job, and Hu Tou and A Shu happily followed and gained profit."

Similar."

"Oh. Linghui is like her mother."

"Hey, I heard that the lady from the Wei family is very hard-working, but you really don't want to see her? Or do you want to delay it for two more years for the sake of Hu Bao?"

"My son is not all for the tiger treasure. Mom, my son's heart is full of joy, Ah Wu. No matter life or death, you know it."

Jia Concubine recalled that when Wu was alive, he was neat, sincere, and busy all day long. The more she recalled it, the sadder she became. She changed the subject and said, "Your second brother is really good-looking. He has only abandoned his wife for a few days, and there are three of them."

A neighbor from Hucun proposed to marry him. But your third brother... forget it, not to mention that unfilial idiot. No one fell in love with him, which means they are not blind."

Wang Dalang's grief for missing his deceased wife suddenly disturbed his mother.

It's too cold outside.

After burning out the firecrackers, Wang Erlang and his son put out the fire, poured buckets of water, and after carefully removing the firecrackers to make sure there were no sparks, covered it with soil, stamped it firmly, and returned to the hospital.

East wing room.

"A Peng, come here." Wang Sanlang shouted, and Wang Peng ran over immediately.

"Father, I thought you were asleep."

"Come in." Wang Sanlang said as soon as he closed the door: "Tomorrow morning, please give me the money for you and Aai. You are too young to take the money."

"I didn't take it, I gave it to my eldest mother, and Aai's gave it to my uncle."

"To her uncle? Why to her uncle?"

"Uncle is good to Aai."

Wang Sanlang squatted down. In the shadow, he smiled incomprehensibly. Wang Peng was very scared. "During this period, I will take care of your brother. Peng, are you sad? Huh?"

"Did father also visit my brother today?"

"Apeng. Aai, just go to Weiting. You stay and follow my father."

"But if I stay, I can't help my father. I have to be at home by myself all day... I'm scared."

"Don't be afraid. I will send you to your brother when the time comes, and he will watch over you."

"Then I'll go tell my father."

"Tell me well, just say it was your own idea and you don't want to be separated from my father."

"Yeah. I'll go tell you right now."

"Tomorrow morning, tomorrow morning. If you don't leave tomorrow morning, if you cry, your eldest father will allow you to accompany your father."

"Yeah. Father, I...I want to hug my father."

Wang Sanlang breathed a sigh of relief, put his arms around Erlang's small body, and let go as soon as he pressed against her: "Go quickly."

"Hey." Wang Peng turned around happily, his smile suddenly disappeared. He was afraid of showing his face, so he walked faster and faster, ran into the main room, and opened the straw curtain.

"Sister Cong!" He stood behind Wang Ge, "Sister Cong, I, I'm cold."

"Come." Wang Ge hugged him, wrapped him in a quilt, and first told Wang Shu: "Just make it up as I just said, and ask me if you can't remember." Then she touched Wang Peng's little face and said, "That's it.

Liang, look at you, you don’t know how to go back to the house quickly, firecrackers sound so good? Do you have a headache? Hmm? Hutou, brother Cong, quickly pour you a bowl of hot water."

"You're not busy, Sister Cong. I have something to tell you... You were so accurate... but it scared me..." Wang Peng leaned next to Wang Ge's ear and told what happened just now.
Chapter completed!