The one-inch-long bamboo zipper is very thin but hard, with the unique texture of bamboo, but it is more delicate than polished smooth wood grain, and it has a slightly yellowish color in the sun.

After a few spot checks, one by one, the thickness is even, and the hardness is rare. Old Ye nodded with satisfaction.

Lu Zi'an always had a faint smile on the corner of his lips. This bamboo stick seemed simple, but it was not easy to do.

Not only does it not have bamboo skin for each of it, but after it is peeled, it also needs to be stir-fried with tea oil and hardened. The time and heat are quite strict.

It can't be tender bamboo, it's too soft and can't be calm.

You can't be too old, you have to pick up bamboos that are born in three or four years and peel off the skin. Each bamboo can only be cut a few dozen.

The dustpan Lu Zi'an was carrying was estimated to have at least 600.

"I'll nail one, you'll come the rest." Old Ye took a few bamboo sticks and reached out to grab the hammer next to him.

"Finish." Lu Zi'an put down the dustpan and took a hammer.

To completely fix the cowhide, three neat bamboo vegetation is needed.

Boss Ye gestured briefly, with quick eyes and quick hands, and hammered the first one.

"I'll leave it to you." He was old and too hot outside, and couldn't stand it. He couldn't help but serve the tea, sat on a rattan chair, shaking the fan while watching him do it.

He only makes one side every year with such a big drum.

Last year, I hired three workers and helped me with it for half a month. I didn’t expect it to be done so soon this year.

Thinking of this, Old Ye couldn't help but stare at Lu Zi'an with his eyes narrowed.

Alas, I don’t know whose young man is so powerful, his master is really blessed!

Lu Zi'an's bamboo sticks are also very clean and neat.

He didn't even need any auxiliary tools to use one hammer and one by one. The rare thing is that the force is grasped just right, and each bamboo stick is nailed to the point where a head is just exposed.

He grabbed a handful of bamboo sticks in his left hand and a hammer in his right hand.

Just come out evenly with your thumb and index finger, and the right hand is a hammer.

After this nail was finished, he moved sideways slightly by the same distance and evenly one more.

The distance between each bamboo stick is the same, and the nail is very neat and beautiful.

The most terrifying thing is that even when you look at Mr. Ye, these bamboo sprouts are completely parallel.

Old Ye forgot to smoke the smoke and stared at him with his eyes.

But Lu Zian was very immersed in his work. At first, he seemed a little awkward, but later he became more and more comfortable. He didn't even need to watch it too much. He didn't even need to pause in the second round.

The dicks were hammered down all the way, and their movements were casual and leisurely, as if they were painting.

Mr. Ye thought so and said: "It feels like you are drawing."

"Drawing?" Lu Zian raised his eyebrows, glanced at the bamboo stick in his hand, and thought seriously: "It's not impossible. If you nail this nail, you can adjust the light and darkness according to its depth and distance. You can indeed draw it."

"Just talking nonsense, how could Zhu Zi be used to draw?" Ye Laoba sniffed a cigarette: "You can't draw."

Lu Zian smiled, but did not defend himself: "I'll try it later."

Even though he was chatting, his movements did not stop at all.

After about 300 bamboo sticks were nailed down, his face did not change, as if he was as relaxed as if he was effortless.

Mr. Ye originally wanted to beat him, so that he could be humble at least, but he didn't expect that he would not stump him at all. He went over and helped him turn the drum over with a calm face.

As a result, before he could speak, Lu Zian had already said: "Old Ye, I'll do the two dragon balls here."

"Okay." Mr. Ye was happy to be idle.

Seeing Lu Zian stretching his skin alone and rolling the stones in a manner, he felt that he didn't feel surprised if the young man made any noise.

Especially Lu Zi's sound was calm, and he went over and patted it lightly.

It's comparable to the other half of his previous adjustment.

God is giving food, no wonder.

Lu Zian took the hammer and hammered it all the way. Not to mention hitting his hand, he didn't even lose a few drops of sweat.

Another three hundred bamboo sticks were hammered in, and he even felt a little regretful: "Ah, it's over."

Not only do I feel tired, I even feel like I can do another six hundred!

The drum is made by sharpening all the bamboo veins and polishing them smoothly.

Lu Zi slapped the drum happily, the sound was very beautiful. He looked back at Old Ye with satisfaction: "Ye...huh?"

Old Ye walked out of the inner room, leaned against the door frame and looked up: "I greeted the villagers."

A few figures walked towards this side from afar.

This is?

Looking at the doubt in Lu Zi'an's eyes, Old Ye smiled: "Aren't you going down the mountain tomorrow? You made this drum and you have to see it."

What did you see? Lu Zian became even more strange.

"Ye!" Old Ye called him.

Lu Zian looked up and threw two hammers towards him. He subconsciously answered: "Old Ye..."

"Drumsticks." Old Ye was still slowly looking. The young men approached and shouted loudly, and he nodded: "It's done, move it down."

"Okay!" The four young men who came smiled honestly and greeted Lu Zian, their eyes were simple and kind, and naturally there was also curiosity among them.

Lu Zian nodded to them, picked up the cigarette on the side and handed it over. They picked it up but didn't smoke it. They just smiled and waved their hands: "We have to move the drum down quickly. We have already changed our clothes!"

Only then did Lu Zian realize that they seemed to have dressed up today.

The four young men were all wearing coarse cloth shorts, each with a big red sweat towel, smiling happily.

He was already confused by Old Ye, and at this moment he couldn't help asking, "Is there any happy event in the village?"

"By the way!" The young men laughed happily: "You are lucky. We are holding the Beginning of Autumn Festival today!"

The Beginning of Autumn Festival? Lu Zian suddenly realized, Yes, it’s Beginning of Autumn!

He quickly put the drumsticks aside and helped them move the drums out along with the drumsticks.

After going down the stairs, they no longer needed his help. The four of them shouted horns and walked down the mountain happily.

The sound of trumpets full of masculinity echoed in the mountains and forests, alarming several birds and magpies.

"Hey! Yo!"

In the distant mountains, there was a sound of a response coming from afar.

"Let's go!" Old Ye was still as old as the gods, and smiled and glanced at him: "It's a pity that you came here the wrong time. Qingfengji is more lively than this!"

Lu Zi'an took the drumsticks and some bits and pieces and quickly followed.

Maybe it was shocked by the sound, and a little leaves fell from the trees, and there seemed to be a hint of coolness in the air.

It seems that autumn is here!

Mr. Ye lives a relatively high place, but he usually needs to transport some materials and other things, but the road is quite flat.

A few people moved such a big drum, but nothing went wrong.

After turning three or two turns, I heard a gurgling sound of water in front of me.

When Lu Zian heard the sound, he saw a dark head.

I don’t know when a high platform has been built in the stalk where I usually dry the millet. The red ribbon looks a bit old, but when I hang it up, I still feel very happy.

"Oh, wait!" A little girl ran over quickly, wrapped her long red silk on the drum, and laid a beautiful flower knot.

After pricking her eyes, her eyes fixed on the drumsticks in Lu Zi'an's hand.

It can be seen that she was a little shy, but she still walked over generously: "Mr. Lu, can you give this to me?"

"Okay." Lu Zian looked at the red silk in her hand, and understood what she was going to do, so he quickly handed it over.

As expected, two beautiful knots were still tied to the drumsticks, and a long strip was hanging from the tail.

The villagers came in a very close way and looked at them in a daze. The clothes were even divided into several colors.

Old Ye beside him saw his doubts and lit his pipe: "It's all from several nearby villages, and they're all here together."

As he was talking, the little girl had quickly run back with the drumstick and handed it to the middle-aged man.

All around were silent, but the drums that the four people were carrying had not yet been put down.

The middle-aged man held a drumstick in one hand and suddenly held it high: "Good weather!"

Everyone raised their hands happily and shouted with him: "Huh! Hey! Good weather!"

Accompanied by their shouts, the drums walked to the front of the stage step by step.

The middle-aged man raised his hammer again: "Great harvest!"

"Huh! Hey! A bumper harvest!"

The drum hit the ground with a loud bang.
Chapter completed!