After a while, Zhang Cang came over and saw the bamboo craftsman's new skill: bending bamboo strips.

Wang Ge first demonstrated several times to let the young man see clearly the curvature of the bent bamboo strips and how it can be bent roughly, and taught him in a way that a child can understand: "If you bend the bamboo strips again and again, imagine it as a village Xixiu

The road is pounded again and again. Every time it is bent, the bamboo strips become stronger and will not be easily broken when weaving in the future. So when bending it, it will definitely not work if the force is too small, but what if the force is too strong? "

"broken."

"Yes. You try it now."

Zhang Cang felt that Sister Ge's words made sense, but at the same time he murmured, how can it be so difficult to bend bamboo strips?

He dipped his hands into the basin, grasped both ends of the bamboo stick and slowly bent it. His movements were decent, but... he really didn't use any force, and it was indeed bent slowly, but next to the tiger's mouth of his right hand, the bamboo stick

It cracked right at this location.

It is not bent to the degree of bending demonstrated by Wang Ge!

"My right hand is too strong. Try again."

"How about Sister Ge bend it again and let me take a look."

"Okay." Wang Ge randomly selected a bamboo stick, grasped the left and right sides of the bamboo stick, slowly bent it to a boundary point, and said: "This one is fine. Come on." She took out the bamboo stick and put it aside.

Zhang Cang put away his contempt and reduced the strength of his right hand, but he found that he was timid and did not dare to use force with his hand.

"Bend." Wang Ge shouted.

Snap! The bamboo strip is still broken from the tiger's mouth on the right hand.

Zhang Cang suffered setbacks one after another. He had no nerve to keep breaking the bamboo sticks Ge Amei had made. He wanted to go home and practice.

The child left in a hurry because he had a big worry on his mind. As soon as his aunt came back from outside in the past two days, she said, "The craftsman boy is nothing special."

"Bamboo Cage". Zhang Cang decided that when his father came back from farming, he must tell his aunt to stop gossiping about Sister Ge. Sister Ge was the most capable and sincere sister in the village.

I didn't hide it at all when teaching him a craft.

This is called kindness! You can't repay kindness with enmity.

How could Wang Ge not see the shame on Zhang Xiaolang's face? It must be Wei Concubine who said bad things about her again. Zhang Cang's aunt was famous in the village for being a slanderous person. She had given Zhang Cang vegetables, and Zhang Cang came over to learn the craftsmanship.

, if she doesn’t accept it, Wei Wei may not know what will happen to her!

But what can we do to such an immoral old man? Even the hot-tempered Ge woman in the west of the village is no match for Wei woman.

Wang Ge helplessly shook her head and continued to divide bamboo strands. Near noon, she suddenly remembered that she hadn't gone to the river to pick stones for a long time, but she just regretted it. To go to Qinghe, she had to pass by the west of the village, where the unkempt ministers were pounding the ground.

It was actually quite scary, and a murderer was detained two days ago.

The words are divided into two parts.

Huan Zhen was successful in solving the case. Ren Suzhi had just used the half-day leave today. He first went to Qinghe Fushui to scrub off all the dirt, and then climbed up Shoushi Slope again. It was already noon.

He kept changing his position in front of the boulder, sometimes standing on tiptoes, sometimes squatting down. He noticed the pattern of the word "Shou" on the boulder, and wanted to fill in the missing "dot" of "Shou" by relying on the steep hills in the distance just like that day.

, several locations are available.

From the beginning to the end, Tie Lei stretched his neck and followed the young man's initiative with his head. Tie Feng glanced at this silly brother and didn't bother to remind him.

Huan Zhen walked down the slope with his hands on his hands and said to himself: "Is it a coincidence that day? Or...she saw the master's frustration and persuaded him to persuade me? It's not like this for a little girl, right? Tie Feng, did you bring anything to eat?"

"Bring it."

"You two can eat."

"What about Huan Lang?"

"Last time, Adi Wang kindly invited me to eat at Wang's house."

When Huan Zhen stood at the courtyard gate and called "Brother Wang," Wang Dalang had already coaxed Wang Peng and his sister to take a nap. Wang Ge was playing house with his brother in the kitchen, pretending to cook oil residue. The cauldron can be used as a pot.

The long-handled bamboo shovel and long chopsticks were all freshly cut. She used the shovel to pull the bottom of the cauldron and fanned it with her hands as if it was too hot, making it look like it was real.

Children get into the play faster, standing on tiptoes from time to time to watch, tilting their heads and squinting at Wang Ge with a smile. "Sister? How long do you have to cook it?"

"It's almost here, can you smell the fragrance?"

Wang Yun nodded heavily: "Yes!"

Hearing the cry of "Wang Adi", the sister and brother came out.

Wang Yun was stunned at first, and then was surprised: "Brother Huan? Sister, do you still remember? He is Brother Huan. Brother Huan, come on, come on." He led the other party to the kitchen.

Wang Ge took a step slowly, looked on the road, and only returned to the hospital when he didn't see anyone else.

"Brother Huan, it sounds just like you to me. Brother Huan came just in time. My sister is cooking a new kind of food called oil residue. It's almost ready. Can you smell the aroma?"

Huan Zhen...

Wang Ge held his brother in his arms and moved away from the stove, and bowed from a distance: "I have met Mr. Huan Lang. I was playing with my brother just now, cooking pig fat with pieces of cake."

Huan Zhen looked inside the cauldron... There was only a square piece of cake as big as a fingernail.

Wang Yun smiled shyly: Yes, I forgot that I was having fun.

However, the cooking method was fake, but the cooking method was told by my sister, so it must be true. So he said seriously: "Cooking the pig fat is very simple, just cut the pig fat into small pieces and cook out the oil in the fat.

, the leftover residue can be eaten as good meat. Brother Huan, please remember that you can use the money to buy pig fat to eat good meat in the future."

Huan Zhen said: "Thank you, Brother Wang, for telling me, I will definitely try it in the future." This was not a perfunctory statement. The food in Linshui Pavilion was too bad. Even if there was meat, it was mutton and pork with big fat. The smell was so fishy that it made him nauseous. He would rather just eat it.

Wheat cake.

"Hee. We have already finished lunch. If Brother Huan has nothing to do, can you stay for dinner?"

Ang lulu lulu... Huan Zhen's stomach growled.

The three of them looked at each other for a moment.

Angluanglululu...

Huan Zhen's "Come back another day" was drowned in the sound of abdominal rumblings. He came out of the courtyard depressed, and Tie Feng and Tie Lei came to greet him one after another. Tie Lei asked: "Has Huan Lang eaten so quickly?"

Ang Lulu...

"Ahem!" Tie Lei's eyes were nowhere to be found.

Tie Feng was still considerate and took out the reserved wheat cakes from the cloth bag.

In the courtyard, it took a while for Wang Yun's blush to fade away. She was so embarrassed just now, even more embarrassed than if she had done something embarrassing. "Brother Huan must be very hungry, so he came to our house to ask for food. If I had known, it would be lunch."

I saved two bites."

"If you save those two mouthfuls, Huan Langjun won't be full. Well, he is very smart and can help me." Although Wang Ge didn't know the young man well, he felt that he didn't seem to come here specially to get a meal. "Hurry up.

Come on, let’s continue cooking the oil residue.” No matter what he came for, he’s already gone anyway, and she happily returned to the kitchen with the bamboo spatula in hand.

"Okay, okay." Wang Yun's interest returned and she jumped up and down.

After dinner, Wang Erlang and Wang Ge sneaked back into the kitchen. One was in charge of lighting the fire, the other was in charge of cooking the fat, and the other was in charge of watching the wind.

Soon, a fishy, ​​fragrant, and sticky smell emitted from the yard. It didn't smell good outside, but it was even worse inside the kitchen.

"It's broken, it's broken." Wang Ge kept wiping her sweat in embarrassment. She was afraid that the pig fat would not penetrate through the roasting, so she cut it into small pieces, but as soon as it was poured into the bottom of the cauldron, it stuck and the bamboo shovel couldn't move it.

, could not be turned over, and soon became burnt.

The smell of paste and fishy smell became stronger and stronger. Wang Erlang wanted to cry but had no tears. There was a dollar he posted in the half liter of pig fat!

When little Jia's mother and son came out of the house, Jia's wife had strode into the kitchen with strong steps and grabbed the bamboo shovel first. The uncle and nephew saw that the situation was not good and they all ran out.

Black smoke began to billow from the cauldron. When Jia Guo saw the pig fat left on the stove, she immediately understood and became furious: "Oh my god, you three are prodigal, you dare to waste anything!"

"Second uncle, help me." Wang Ge knew that he was in trouble, so he and his brother hid behind the second uncle, grabbing his back clothes.

"Prodigal! Tell me! Who came up with the idea?" Jia Guo came out waving a bamboo shovel and shouted from side to side.
Chapter completed!