As the mature dirt road extends, the pungent smell gradually moves eastward.

All the trees blocking the road were sawed off, uprooted and cleaned, and then the foundation was compacted.

The Tie brothers who loved squatting in trees had no choice but to wrap their mouths and noses with Gebu.

Tie Feng was asking at this moment: "Are you asking about Rolling Light?"

Tie Lei: "Well, Uncle Yan said that this person's name is Jia Feng, a landlord in the village. He first instigated his tenants to inquire about the murder of the minister, and then went to the township office to bribe the village officials to find out who bought these rolling lanterns. Humph, no

He's very sensible, if he reaches out again, I'll chop him into pieces!"

"Uncle Yuan Yan has told you that it has reached this point, just to remind you and me that he has taken over Jia Feng's affairs."

"He, that's what he meant?"

"Otherwise? They've kicked you in the face. Tsk tsk, you haven't realized it yet." Tie Feng suddenly looked at the hay shed on the right. Someone seemed to be spying on him from this direction, but there were only Young Master and Liu Xiaolang under the shed.

, he had seen the three rural soldiers in the distance, but Uncle Yuan Yan was not there.

Tie Lei raised his voice and sighed: "Who would have thought that Ren Suzhi would have such a handsome nephew? The young master went into the wild mountains with him for one day, and we became acquainted as before."

"You have said this no less than ten times."

Tie Lei lowered his voice: "Why are you so stupid? This is my plan! The more suspicious you are, the prouder Uncle Yuan Yan will be, so we will pretend that he is no longer a person and leave him alone. If he becomes bored, he will come out on his own."

Tie Feng helplessly patted his brother on the shoulder and told him: "Never think of others as you. Uncle Yuan Yan will not be proud of others looking down on him. Furthermore, when you make plans in the future, don't use the words 'I am making plans'"

Write it on your face.”

Tie Lei touched his face: "Is it so obvious?"

In the hut, Huan Zhen and Liu Bo were sitting opposite each other. Each of them had a black stone in their hands. The black stone was found in the wild mountains. Liu Bo wanted to learn how to make inkstones, and Huan Zhen happened to have made them before.

Huan Zhen taught Liu Bo that the first step in making an inkstone was to draw the shape of the inkstone. He was unruly by nature and thought that when he first discovered this black stone, there was a white cloud in the sky that looked like a boat moving on water, so he used burnt wood to

The stick outlines the shape of the boat.

When he put down the stick, he found that Liu Bo was using a luggage pen.

Huan really wants it.

Jiashe Village is located in a remote place. If he wanted to satisfy his craving by cooking oily residue according to Wang Adi's method, he would have to let Tie Lei spare a day to go to the countryside to cut pig fat. Feibo pens could not be bought in the countryside, because

Writing brushes are easy to make, but ink is difficult.

Huan Zhen stood up and left, and soon came back. He took the cracker he had just made yesterday and hit a small wild fruit on the roof of the thatched shed.

The wild fruit is about the size of a fingernail and is also found in the wild mountains. It probably just bears fruit and is very tender and looks like a small pumpkin. For this small wild fruit, he specially selected a bamboo tube made of thin bamboo tubes. "Bodi

, this thing is called a snap tube, how about exchanging the luggage pen?"

At the same moment, Wang Gezheng asked with a smile: "I must have my own unique skills, would you like to teach me?"

This "old father-in-law" is Lao Mianjiang, a tenant of Landlord Jia's family.

This man came to ask for advice on bamboo bamboo craftsmanship only two days later, which was not surprising to Wang Ge. Although bamboo craftsmen only make bamboo materials, some only make utensils used in daily life, and some only make exquisite utensils.

There are very few.

Lao Mianjiang definitely belongs to the former category.

He can spin bamboo strips that fit the bamboo shape, but it is too slow. Even if he does this work in a day, he will not be able to spin many bamboo strips. The money Landlord Jia collects from bamboo strips can guess the thoughts of poor people. It would be a pity not to make this money.

By taking on this job, the other farm work of the family was delayed.

The old bamboo craftsman hesitated to explain his purpose, but no matter how pitiful he was, Wang Ge couldn't just teach him his craft by himself, so he made the inquiry just now.

She can teach her the experience and skills of scraping, and the other party must also show sincerity. Mizhu must have a unique skill after twenty years of experience.

"I can make bamboo brushes." After the old bamboo craftsman finished speaking, he took out his bamboo knife from the basket on his back, and then took out a foot-long bamboo tube. He changed to sitting on a bamboo basket, placed the bamboo tube in the middle, and chopped two pieces at a time.

Half, he said slowly: "My ancestors were all doing this. When I first learned it, I was very happy, thinking that I could make a full meal with this skill. Later I realized that no matter how strong or fast it is made, what's the use?"

A bamboo brush lasted for two years. When my eldest mother starved to death, the hungry rats were not even afraid of people and came to eat my eldest mother. My eldest father threw the house full of bamboo brushes at them. Later, I

My eldest father also died of hunger."

He spoke without delaying his work, and had already cut the bamboo tube strips into bamboo strips. Wang Ge also made many bamboo brushes in his previous life, and he knew that this step was called: opening bamboo strips.

Each bamboo stick is about finger width.

The next step is to split the bamboo strips one by one: it is truly split into threads!

The old bamboo craftsman first divided the bamboo strips into two layers, and threw the ones close to the inner wall back into the basket. He stopped talking. He pinched the lower half of the green-skinned bamboo strips, raised the knife in his hand, and almost became a phantom. He took a gentle breath.

In a matter of seconds, he split a finger-wide bamboo strip into more than twenty bamboo strands.

During this process, in order to demonstrate his skills, the old bamboo stripper deliberately looked straight ahead instead of looking down. Therefore, his thread-cutting process is called: blind stitching!

After demonstrating his skills, he still opened all the bamboo strips and threw all the scraps into his basket. Then he sorted out all the bamboo filaments, with the green skin facing outward, and tied the lower half tightly with strips of weaving to create a bamboo brush. "As a gift."

Wang Jiangtong."

Next, the old bamboo craftsman worked in the courtyard of the royal family for a day, and did not leave with gratitude until the sun set. Wang Ge then made a banquet in the morning, and sewed a bamboo glove at noon. In the afternoon, after putting on the glove on his left hand, he pressed Lao Mian

The craftsman said that she had learned from experience how to quickly cut threads. During the practice, she was hit countless times with a bamboo strips knife. Fortunately, she had experience in splitting threads in her previous life, and with the Gebu blocking her hand, her hand did not bleed.

After Wang Shu finished cooking dinner, he called at the kitchen door: "Sister Cong, I'm done."

Wang Ge then stopped his work and came over to say "Thank you for your hard work, sister" as usual, and then said: "I will teach you how to make bamboo brushes after I learn how to make them."

"Hey!" Wang Shu was extremely happy.

Wang Yun was already helping her sister organize the strips. Wang Ge first took the tools back to the secondary main room, and then put the tool bench into the utility room.

Wang Peng has been playing well with Wang Yun these days. He came over to lift up the straw mat and shake off the bamboo residue with Wang Yun.

The little Jia family, Wang He, was urged by Wang Erlang to move the table in the utility room, and Wang Ge was blocked at the door. She faced the eldest son, looked at Wang Ge sideways, and said: "Did you see, your sister is

You're an idiot. You were coaxed into learning a skill. How many days have you been learning? You just learned to be obedient and do chores for others."

"Then don't learn." Wang Ge replied coldly.

"You are still reasonable!" Xiao Jia's anger has been suppressed for several days. "Your sister is busy cooking and farming from morning to night. Are you blind? Are you blind? You really feel at ease when you order her around.

!How come you, the eldest son, are such a wretched bitch leaking pus? Knowing that A Shu is honest, you can try your best to trick her, aren't you afraid of retribution?"

"You haven't suffered retribution, so what should I be afraid of?"

"What did you say?" How could Wang He allow his mother to be humiliated? He came up and pushed Wang Ge. His son was so strong that Wang Ge fell on the debris behind and screamed out in pain.

Little Jia was so frightened that she gasped and scolded the bitch for having a good time, but she was at a disadvantage when she really started to take action. She immediately grabbed Wang He and came to move the food table, while raising her voice: "Wang Ge, don't stop me if you don't want to do the work."

Road, so as not to hit us, mother and son!"

Wang Ge stood up and saw that his hand was not injured after splitting the bamboo strands for a day, but now it was broken. Wang He knew he was scared when he saw the blood. He had just been beaten by his elder father the day before yesterday and got into trouble again. What should he do?

The mother and son carried the food table out the door. Little Jia looked at the utility room. Inside the dark room, Wang Ge stared at Wang He with a somewhat cruel look.

Little Jia patted Erlang's shoulder comfortingly, walked back to the utility room, and whispered in Wang Ge's ear: "I'm careless this time. If you want to take revenge on Ahe, I will have to vent my anger on Wang Yun."

She exclaimed, "Hey, you kid, why are you banging your hands? Just stay still and my aunt will find you a cloth bag."
Chapter completed!