Village, Kerpent Lane.

From early morning, every household spins threads, and the "buzzing" sound can be heard across Xu Yuan. While working hard, the girl's singing also flew over the wall: "The genus is tan, and it is given to the middle valley, and the veal is momo. It is cut and stewed, and it is a piece of shred, and it is a piece of shred, and it is a piece of shred, and it is a pity to be taken without any worries."

Feng Peilang was itchy when he heard it. He really wanted to talk to him, but he was afraid of being beaten. His mule cart couldn't get in, so he waved the rattle at the entrance of the alley. When Liu Bo heard the movement, he spoke to his mother and left the yard.

The children next door chased each other and ran over from behind with a smile, knowing that the peddler was coming.

"Liu Xiaolang?" Feng Peilang let the children surround the car and told them not to break things. He waved to Liu Bo with a smile. "Oh Liu Xiaolang, fortunately, you gave me some advice. That little lady Wang, tsk, is worthy of being the top craftsman, and I have seen a lot of rare things."

"Rare things?" This was beyond Liu Bo's expectations. The peddler traveled around the world and saw a lot of knowledge. He also wanted to see what could be called rare by the other party.

In order to show the bamboo dragonfly, Feng Praiser specially wedged a wooden stick on the car board. He said "Look", picked up the bamboo dragonfly, stretched out his left index finger, and put it on his face with a arrogant expression, as if the object was made by him.

The children were surprised in unison: "Wow..."

Liu Bo was also moved because before the other party picked up the object, he thought it was one with the wooden stick.

The children surrounded the peddler and almost loosened his belt: "We have to see too! Uncle lowered his hand."

The shortest little boy who couldn't get close to him became anxious and shouted, "Hmph, I'll go home to find my father and buy it."

In order to keep his pants, the peddler hurriedly handed the bamboo dragonfly to Liu Bo, but he hated these children and just took him off.

Liu Bo asked: "This thing is like a dragonfly, without glue, so how can it be attached to the fingertips and not fall off?"

"Hehe, this is called a balanced bamboo dragonfly, isn't it rare? Only Wang Jiangtong's family has it, and she made it to coax her younger brothers and sisters to play with it... Yes, it's called a toy. Xiaolang doesn't have to be careful and can't fall down. I left one at home, and I put it on a wooden stick for a night, just like a real dragonfly falling on the grass."

In fact, Liu Bo had already seen the trick at this time, and he asked with interest: "How much is it? I want one."

"Stay a little." The peddler first dragged a bunch of small tails to the side of the car, put another bamboo dragonfly on the grass stick, shouting that they were "only to see, not touching," and then came back and whispered to Liu Bo: "Xiaolang knows Wang Jiangtong, I won't hide it from you. I'll get four dollars for this item, just give me two extra feet and money."

Liu Bo nodded and asked, "I just heard you mean that there is more than one rare thing."

"Don't mention it, it's a kind of lantern, not a running light, but a bamboo lantern that can turn around and roll, and candlelight is not extinguished. Unfortunately, I will confiscate it if you take up too much space and the purchase price is not appropriate. If Xiaolang is interested, I will go back to Jiashe Village to bring you here to avoid the money for foot strength, haha."

"Thank you then."

The peddler suddenly remembered: "Oh, by the way, I also collected the bamboo hairpin carved by Wang Jiantong." If it weren't for the first-class craftsman's hand, he would have looked down on these two bamboo hairpins and put them in a bamboo basket with some small items.

When Liu Bo picked up the bamboo hairpin, he first went home and called Ah Father's child to pull the adults over.

The child kept pointing at the bamboo dragonfly, anxiously crying: "That's that, that's that!"

Feng Cheung Kong quickly said, "Don't worry, Xiaolang, there are three more bamboo dragonflies!"

There are only three left? The children around the cart ran home.

Wang Geruo is here, he must applaud the peddler. Isn’t this hunger marketing?

The child's father was so entangled that he didn't hear the word "Bamboo Dragonfly". He had no choice but to ask: "How much does this wooden moth cost?"

"Ten dollars."

"Ten dollars? That's so expensive!"

"Is this expensive? Listen to me..."

Liu Bo stared at the heads of the two hairpins carved by Wang Xiaoniang. The more he stared at him, the more he felt that she was not imitating the shape of bamboo, but the word bamboo!

The three leaves on each hairpin head are like the tenacious muscles and bones that stretch the green bamboo. The thinner the area, the more powerful it is!

Gradually, Liu Bo's ears rejected the bargaining of the sellers, rejected the roar of the spinning wheel, and rejected all the noise. The two half of the "平" became empty and floating, embedded into one place.

Zheng...

The word "bamboo" with an iron-painted silver hook shows its clues with a method of using a brush that he has never seen before!

Jiashe Village.

At noon, the turbulent convoy was terrifying and finally left the Wang family yard.

The villagers around the road waited until they really had no idea to watch it, and then whispered to each other: "I was scared, thinking that Wang Sanlang's abandoned wife would be killed and he would be arrested."

"So too! Who thinks that he is here to move things? Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk his little lady is so successful that she is doing business with the government."

"It's a good time to be successful, but I see that my skills are really average. They are all round cages tied into bamboo circles, as if no one can tie them."

Whether Sanlang abandoned his wife or the business of rolling lights, it would definitely be discussed by the villagers for a while. No one was talking about anyone behind him, and Wang Weng, grandparents and grandchildren pretended not to hear it. They stood at the gate of the yard, waiting for the convoy to disappear, and then they were still scared to return to the yard.

Who would have thought that the Tie Langjun arrived as promised, but the ox cart brought was actually a prison cart in the troop!

People in Jiashe Village have not seen a prison car for many years.

The fence around the prison car was as thick as legs. Although the car was too wide, the top was not high. The prisoner was stuck in the neck with a shackle inside, and could not stand straight or squat down. The iron husband said that the prisoner had to squat half to the county like this.

Only those who commit serious crimes and kill people will be directly detained in the county. If it is a light case, Linshuiting can be tried.

The more Wang Weng thought about it, the more scared he became. Fortunately, he had a false alarm last night, and it really caused a fire in the surrounding courtyards...

He warned sternly: "Age, Hutou, Apeng, Aae, have you seen it? He will be punished for doing bad things! In the future, no matter whether you speak or do things, you must keep your heart right! Even if you are poor for a lifetime, you cannot be deteriorated for a while! Have you heard it?"

"I heard it!"

The eyes of Wang Peng and his sister were still swollen, and they only felt at ease after following their father in the morning.

Wang Weng felt sorry for the others and asked deliberately: "Apeng, Ai Zhenjun, who braided you two? There is one more braid than the tiger-headed one."

"It's from sister." Wang Ai was so shy that he hugged Wang Ge's legs.

The yard finally freed up again and became open. Wang Dalang was fumbled to untied the clothesline. Wang Weng was about to replace him, but Wang Ge went to untied the other side, and said enviously: "My father is so tall, he can reach it with just raising his hand. Unlike me, it's hard to stick on tiptoe."

Wang Dalang smiled: "Don't move, stop flashing, I've unlocked it."

"Hey!" She responded happily, really not caring about it.

Wang Dalang stroked the rope and moved, and touched another bamboo pole in a small step. "By the way, I don't think that our lights are bad, right?"

Weng Wang saw that the eldest son's eyes were probably completely invisible. The old man said "ah" with a weak voice, trying to pretend that he was fine and talked to the man, but shook his head, his eyes became sore and his throat became more staggered.

Wang Feng's mouth was even more sad as the buns, as he was as wise as him, and he was the one who stayed with Ah Father for the longest time. He knew earlier than his sister that Ah Father's eyes were not good. The child rushed to the eldest father, so sad that he held his head in his arms and refused to cry.

But Wang Ge was still fine, and he wrapped the untied clothesline and talked about it: "Don't worry, my father, I took away all the lights, and people praised me for being really good at work. This thing really took up space. I pulled several big trucks, and those cows were so brisk. Also, I was carrying all the green bamboo strips at that time, and what should I do if I had left some yellow bamboo strips? I can't really burn them as firewood."

"That won't work!"

"Why don't my father try it and weave a basket of bamboo strips with these yellow bamboo strips?"

"Can you do it?"

"I think it can do it."

"Wang Jiangtong said it's OK, that's OK. Haha." This was the first time that Wang Dalang laughed happily in four years after his deceased wife left.


Chapter completed!