Early the next morning, Saburo and his son set off.

Wang Erlang kept sending them out of the village. Looking at the figures farther and farther away, he finally felt relieved. It seemed that his father and mother really would not let Mrs. Yao come back because of their pity for the young sons. In the previous life, Mrs. Yao's

When her aunt, Mrs. Yang, came to join her family, Mrs. Yao wanted her aunt to live there in a legitimate way, so she brought Mrs. Yang and her eldest brother together, but the eldest brother flatly refused.

"Ugh..." Wang Erlang recalled this experience. It was too painful, so he squatted in the grass and cried bitterly.

Big Brother’s last days were so lonely!

In the previous life, the family suffered a series of misfortunes, and the labor force became less and less. Everyone was too busy to take care of the eldest brother. The eldest brother was cautious and had the habit of shouting outside every time he walked to the hut. That day he shouted

, no one answered, so he went in. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Yang rushed out and sought death on the grounds that the eldest brother had insulted her reputation. No matter how she and her third brother tried to explain that the eldest brother's eyes were completely damaged, it had no effect.

Maybe life was too hard, and my brother knew that as long as he agreed to marry Mrs. Yang, Mrs. Yang would stop making trouble, but he still hanged himself that night.

"Oh...my poor brother..."

"Ouch...Ouch! Ouch, ow!" Wang Erlang's crotch was bitten by a grass snake. He grabbed the snake's head and whipped it toward the ground, as if he was hitting Mrs. Yang instead of Mrs. Yao!

Beat it to pieces, beat it to pieces, and completely cut off the misfortune of this life!

That night, the Wang family had a delicious meal of snake meat soup, and everyone was as happy as if they were celebrating the New Year.

Wang Erlang made a "hiss" sound from time to time. He didn't know whether it was because his buttocks hurt or he was burned. As a hero of snake catching, except for the second elder, he had the most meat in his bowl. As he was eating, he suddenly had a whim and asked Wang

Ge: "Age, pig fat can cook oil residue, but can snakes cook snake residue?"

Jia Nu immediately scolded: "You dare to mention this matter. I beat you lightly last time!"

The juniors all lowered their heads and suppressed laughter. Little Jia glanced at Wang Ge lightly and asked: "Niece, don't forget to teach A Shu more. When I return home today, I saw that your bamboo brush can be chopped very fast.

Already."

"Teach me now. I've finished eating, and A-Xuan will come over and learn."

"Sister me? Okay." Wang Shu had no choice but to push the rest to his brother.

Little Jia: "Hey? Is this still missing?" But her daughter had already followed.

Wang Shu, a little girl, has a habit of eating. If there is something good to eat, she will save it for last, and the snake meat will be left at the bottom of the bowl. Wang He was so happy that he just stretched out his hand, but his mother quickly took it away and gave it to his mother.

Father.

Little Jia thought about it, and then shouted to the utility room: "A Shu will learn from your sister carefully. When the time comes, I will be half as capable as your sister, and I will send you to take the craftsman's examination."

As soon as Wang Shu answered his mother's call, his hand was cut by a bamboo strips knife because he was distracted!

Wang Erlang and his wife came over immediately after hearing the screams. Wang Shu burst into tears in pain: "Father, ugh..."

Wang Erlang scolded little Jia in annoyance: "I can't stop you from eating! Come on, you sit here chopping bamboo and answer my questions. Can you try to distract me?"

Little Jia immediately shrunk her shoulders and slumped her back.

Wang Ge: "A Shu, don't cry. Look at my hands. Every time I get an injury, I imagine the wound as a bamboo joint. The more bamboo joints I have, the more I grow up and become more capable."

Little Jia cursed: "Fart!"

Wang Weng came over and said, "That's right. Erlang, you have to pamper the girl. If you feel that Xue Mizhu has been wronged, don't let her do this, so that she will not be blamed by you and your wife after her hard work."

Wang Erlang shook his head quickly: "Oh, what did my father say about me? How can I blame Age! No, this is not..." Doesn't he feel sorry for his daughter? In his last life, his daughter died before him, so in this life he has to double

Pampering her makes me feel better.

Wang He brought the cloth over and helped Amei wrap her hands.

Wang Shu wiped away her tears and said: "Father, grandpa, I want to learn from my sister and I am willing to learn. Ugh...I cry because my hands hurt, not because I feel wronged. And, grandma, I will chop bamboo again in the future."

When you call me, can you please stop calling me? I don’t dare to respond when you call me, ugh... Sister Cong, my hands hurt..."

Little Jia was frustrated: Why is she all to blame?

Wang Ge pulled Congmei over and coaxed: "Look, it's okay. Come with me. Congmei will teach you how to deal with injuries first. There will be many cuts and scratches in the future."

Little Jia's teeth clenched and her fingernails dug into her palms. If she didn't understand that Ge Gezi was seeking revenge, her life would be in vain! It's so shameful that she had to get up early and go out to work late at night, so she couldn't get the chance to punish Ge Gezi!

Time flies by without stopping, and in the blink of an eye it is already early August.

It was almost time to deliver the goods to Seller Feng. Wang Ge was sitting in the courtyard, lying on a newly made tool bench, selecting and weaving bamboo filaments. The original tool bench had a too rough surface, so it could only be used during the weaving process.

use.

The gourd-shaped food box has been weaved.

The shell of the Drunken Fairy has also been braided, with a small ball as the head on the top and a large round belly on the bottom as the body. The final decoration has not yet been made. The weight inside is river sand, which is heavier than mud. Clear the river bank

There was a lot of natural river sand, so she asked her second uncle to bring some back and select the finest ones.

The final appearance of the Drunken Fairy is to add hair to the top and tie the head with a scarf.

The difficulty lies in weaving the scarf!

Because the overall object is small, the scarf is naturally even smaller. You need to use homemade thin bamboo needles as tools and use the method of picking two and pressing two to weave the herringbone pattern.

This process requires energy and eyesight. Every once in a while, she would open the bamboo silk, and occasionally try to imitate the old bamboo craftsman's blind cutting, which often causes the bamboo knife to cut her hands. Although she was protected by thick gloves, she still cut several Wang Yun.

He bared his teeth in fear.

Nowadays, there are piles of bamboo brushes in the corner of the utility room. It is also because of practicing making this thing that Wang Ge has a deeper understanding of the difficulty of the old bamboo craftsman. Living solely on the bamboo brush skills can indeed starve to death.

Everyone in the village, regardless of their age, can make this thing. The price has already been set, and it is only worth one penny. Even so, buyers have to compare the quality, such as whether the bamboo silk is chopped finely and whether it is all green.

What's more, when people buy sauce or oil, sauce shops and oil shops give away bamboo brushes!

Why do you know that bamboo brushes are so difficult to sell? Because when Wang Erlang was selling wheat, he took some with him to the countryside and brought back a lot of them as they were.

Then package it up and sell it to Mr. Feng.

Salesman Feng was still stuck on coming on the 15th, so Wang Ge ushered him into the hospital. As soon as he came in, he first saw a lot of bamboo brushes, and he almost fell out of professionalism.

Then, he looked to the side strangely, why is there still a food table?

Wang Weng coughed uncomfortably. In order to prevent the salesman from coming today, the old man specially tied up with a kerchief, which was the same as the clothes of the drunken fairy on the food table. Wang Weng first gently pressed down the drunken fairy, and as soon as his fingers left, the drunken fairy

Get up. Press again, get up again.

Salesman Feng... strode over.

Wang Yun saw that his elder father still didn't dare to pull the thing hard, so he put his little hands together and rubbed hard on the "big belly" of the thing.

Drip, drop, drop...

Wang Peng on the side raised his arms to cheer: "Whoever the turban is pointing at is a puppy!"

TiLiuLiu... eventually directed at himself.

"Wang Jiangtong, what...what is this?" Feng Merchant nervously blocked it with his hands, fearing that it would fall off the table. But when he got closer, his eyes suddenly went straight and he was tongue-tied! Only then did he realize that this thing

This rare object that does not fall over no matter how you spin it is somewhat similar to Wang Weng. The scarf and exposed hair are both made of bamboo silk! Very fine bamboo silk!

Wang Ge explained with a smile: "This thing looks like an old man, and it doesn't fall over no matter how you twist it, so it's called..."

"It's called a roly-poly? Right? Haha! It's a good name, a good thing, easy to pronounce, and it has a good meaning!" After the salesman Feng finished answering, he happily hammered his leg several times.

Wang Ge...Okay, let's just call him a roly-poly.
Chapter completed!