When making an oil paper umbrella, the first thing to consider is its process.

There is a folk proverb: seventy-two and a half steps, moving in and out is not a good thing.

What does it mean?

That is to say, the move in and out doesn’t have to be counted. There are 72 processes to calculate the rough calculation with an umbrella.

Just this sentence shows the cumbersomeness of making oil paper umbrellas.

Lu Zian walked a few times before he carried all the materials to the corner.

This is the place where Mr. Kan once sat the longest.

He spent most of his life here, sitting hunched until his death.

A well-made oil paper umbrella can withstand more than three thousand times of aggregate and dispersion.

Lu Zi'an slowly took the very well-cut bamboo strips and looked carefully.

This was the bamboo strips that were soaked and dried after sunlight. He satisfactorily drilled the holes before starting to assemble the rack.

"Lu Sheng's craftsmanship is quite skillful." The old man next door was slightly surprised and his eyes suddenly appeared on his neat fingers: "I look, it's a bit similar to Lao Kan's craftsmanship."

"Well, I have seen Kan Lao's works." Lu Zian lowered his head slightly, threaded it carefully, and then connected the umbrella handle and umbrella head to make a skeleton: "I have always longed for this kind of quiet and ancient work."

Oil paper umbrellas are purely handmade art.

There are about a hundred light processes on the mouth. When it comes to Lu Zi'an's hands and eyes, it is meticulously carved bit by bit in the soaking of time.

When he stretches the lines, his movements are light and flexible.

Mr. Kan once had a few tricks and failed, so he could do it with ease.

But Lu Zian didn't have any pride, and even had a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

Outside the house, the wind was blowing.

The wind in the hall slightly lifted up bamboo strips, making the materials rustle.

The old man took a small slap and sat down next to him. Badabada watched him do it.

He looked back at the sky that was gradually gloomy outside the room, took a sip of cigarette thoughtfully, and looked solemn: "Lu Sheng, are you... the apprentice that Lao Kan accepted outside?"

"No." Lu Zian curled his lips and smiled: "But all the skills in the world have become great. In a sense, I can also be considered Kan Lao's apprentice."

At least, this skill is indeed as follows Mr. Kan’s handwriting.

While chatting and laughing, Lu Zi'an began to make umbrella noodles.

He slowly spread out the paper left by Mr. Kan and cut it out one by one.

Then slowly stick them to the skeleton, trim them, and shape them.

"Why don't you continue?" The old man was a little surprised when he saw Lu Zi'an turn around and make an umbrella bone.

"It's done." Lu Zian raised the bamboo strip in his hand and pointed out outside the house: "It should have been exposed to the sun, but it's probably going to rain outside now."

"What is the best thing?" The old man narrowed his eyes and smiled slowly: "Oh my God in June, it's the child's face. It changes as soon as it changes, but it won't last long, and it will be sunny in a while."

Pick up a handful of bamboo strips and cut them side by side.

After counting and confirming that there was no problem, Lu Zian nodded: "That's the best. I just happened to finish the rest at this time and I can take it out to dry together."

The sun was so spicy that it was very spicy that I guess it would be ready soon.

"That's it." The old man stood up slowly with his knees: "You're doing this, I'll look back and ask your Ni'er to ask you to have a meal later."

Ni'er was so down-to-earth that she was very angry. I wonder what Manman felt when she heard it, Lu Zi'an couldn't help but smile.

At this time, Chen Mange was cooking on one head and two sides. It was so hot that the room was not very ventilated, especially by the fire.

Fortunately, the old man happened to come back and pushed her out: "You can't do this, I'll cook. Hurry up and take a break, look at your sweaty face."

Chen Mange's face was flushed and it was purely hot. When the old man took over, the things she was busy just now quickly became orderly. She probably understood that she was in a hindrance here, so she said embarrassedly and went out to drink a sip of water.

After she came out, she drank a large glass of water directly, and was blown by the cool wind outside, and she seemed to be alive again.

"Comfortable!"

She was about to go to the next door to see what Lu Zi'an was doing, but Lu Zi's cell phone that Lu Zi's place here suddenly rang.

Seeing that Zhuo Peng called, Chen Mange stopped and picked it up under the eaves.

Zhuo Peng didn't expect that it would be Chen Mange to answer, so he paused and said, "Mange, where is Zi'an?"

"Brother Zi'an is making things. I'm going to go over now. Do you have something to tell him? Otherwise, you can wait..."

"It's okay, don't bother him if he is doing things. I'm the same as you said." Zhuo Peng hesitated for a few seconds before he said cautiously: "Have you not read the news recently?"

news?

Chen Mange was stunned. There were a lot of things happening recently. They were all shooting in addition to handicrafts, and then she had to be responsible for sorting out the photos and passing them to Zou Kai.

I wish I could spend it on sleep every day, so how could I pay attention to any news?

"It's true." Chen Mange frowned, quite puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"This is actually a good thing......" Zhuo Peng grabbed his hair: "Just Zou Kai made some short videos and posters, which were compiled using the information you passed on to him, and it was sold on the website. The sales are currently very good. I also communicated with the other party based on the contact information you gave and signed the contract."

This is indeed a great thing, a win-win situation!

"You finish talking at once, I can bear it. I know that you usually lay such a long period of preparation, there must be a one behind you." Chen Mange had already seen through it!

"Well, there is indeed a lot." Zhuo Peng was also relieved by her relaxed tone: "Zu Zi'an's fan support group spontaneously organized an event called "Thousand Mountains and Thousands of Water". They followed your footsteps and gradually came in your direction."

“…”

"In addition, at the beginning, only five people participated in this event because they were all at their own expense, but they also broadcast the whole process live. The process caused a lot of jokes, which was quite interesting. So not only has the number of views increased significantly, but many people even participated spontaneously." Zhuo Peng looked through the previous report and gave a positive number: "There are already seventy-nine people."

Seventy-nine.

It doesn’t look a lot, but you have to know that they have crossed the entire China along the way, and there is no need to say anything about the twists and turns.

The reason why they can leave is because they all have strong financial support.

But some of those fans, some are even students, where does their funds come from?

Chen Mange has seen more and thought more deeply now, and he can't help but change his face slightly: "Where do they get the money? No, are these people all grown up?"

This is not something that can be done in one or two days. They only have two people, so they can travel a little faster.

The more fans there are, the more things happening, if this is delayed in three or five months...

"Yes, you've got the point." Zhuo Peng also had this headache: "There are three high school students, two underages, and fifty-five college students."

It's summer vacation now, and I can barely hold on. What about after the summer vacation?

What's even more troublesome is that they followed Lu Zi'an's footsteps, if something happens to the road...

"It's just a mess!" Chen Mange couldn't help but feel a little anxious and walked back a few steps down the eaves: "We also went to several mountainous areas to find old craftsmen, and also hired high-paid fellow villagers who were familiar with the roads to lead the way. What if they don't have enough funds and want to save this money?"

Get lost in the deep mountains and forests that are not familiar with the road, especially nowadays where it rains, or a group of newborns who do not have any protective measures, are simply seeking death!

In the past, Chen Mange has seen some news about some hikers getting lost and asking for help. To be honest, she has completely different sympathy.

It is obvious that some places are explicitly prohibited, but some people want to go to die in order to "challenge themselves". The most angering thing is that they will call for help when they are sure that they are in danger.

Once, a group of hikers asked for help in the mountains in the middle of the night, with heavy rain.

What can I do if I encounter this situation? Will I not save it? Of course it is impossible, so I can only use various resources to rescue me.

The most hateful thing is that the group of hikers were safe and sound in the end, but they killed the soldiers who went to rescue them!

These things are vivid in my mind, and Shen Mange still remembers that angry mood until now.

Zi'an's support team was established under her nose, and she devoted a lot of her efforts in the early stage.

Although she was too busy to do anything later, she almost delegated power. When she heard this news, she could not accept the people she liked became the kind she once hated.

"I know what you said... I have arranged for people to observe and follow up privately, but the results are not very effective, and I can't stop this." Zhuo Peng had a headache: "The current problem is that more and more people are joining, if..."

Not afraid of ten thousand, just fear of what if.

Although everything is so happy that everything is going well, everyone is praising Lu Zi'an for how good it is, but if something really happens, everyone's blame will be like a heavy rain, and Lu Zi'an is the first to be affected.

"They must be stopped." Chen Mange made a quick decision: "Let Zou Kai edit all the videos and pictures, and stop posting the places we have been to. We will also pay attention to the hidden whereabouts. I will discuss with Brother Zi'an later."

"OK."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Mange did not go to the next door to see Lu Zi'an immediately.

She took a few deep breaths, calmed her emotions before turning around.

But when I saw Lu Zi'an holding an oil paper umbrella standing under the eaves, looking at her with a sad expression.

With a thunderous sound, the rain finally came down.

The two looked at each other quietly, and both saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

"you……"

"I heard it all." Lu Zi'an had a faint sorrow in his eyebrows, and he walked in slowly and stretched out the umbrella.

But it was a big red oil paper umbrella, with extremely delicate strokes on the umbrella, which painted a quiet red plum.

Chen Mange looked at him in a daze, wanting to comfort him, but he didn't know where to start.

However, Lu Zian smiled freely and reached out to hand the oil-paper umbrella to her: "Although it is a bit inappropriate, I think it seems that it is time to give it to you again."

"I gave it to me?" Chen Mange looked at the oil paper umbrella with some confusion, but he liked it the more he looked at it.

After reaching out to take it, she said in surprise: "Why did you suddenly give me an umbrella? It looks so good! Huh? There are words on it..."
Chapter completed!