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Chapter 12 Bamboo Pole ([-])

Chapter 12 Bamboo Pole ([-])

Li Junge pulled out all three poles, placed them in front of him to appreciate them carefully, and shouted, "Uncle Bamboo Carpenter, which pole is mine?!"

An impatient voice came from outside the door: "It's up to you to choose! If you don't choose, you deserve it! If you can't tell the difference, it will be ruined for you!"

Li Junge shrank his neck and carefully observed the three poles.

The handle joints of the pole are made of arrow bamboo, and the second and third joints are made of li bamboo. Dozens of thin layers of lacquer wrap the pole body, which is amber-like in the setting sun, exuding a restrained precious light.

The pole handle is woven from rattan silk, which looks very elegant.

The inscriptions of the three branches are branded with a needle tip, and the fonts are vigorous and straight.

The tip of the pole is covered with lacquer, and there is no way to see how it was made.

Li Junge carefully inspected the painting, and found that the paint was very even, without any flaws such as bubbles and pinholes. He also checked the jade mouth and joints, and it was smooth and evenly polished, which can be called perfect.

Where is the difference?

Li Junge picked up the three poles with his right hand, held the bottom, and pressed the tip of the poles back and forth several times with the belly of his left finger.

The rod of "Wuxin Yiben" is slightly uneven when touched by hand, which means that the bottom part is reinforced with silk, which is not perfect.

The shaft of "Zhi Wuxi" is very smooth, and the tonality and elasticity are already perfect, but there is still a little gap compared with "Ruhun".

The stick of "Into the Soul" has a slight "pulling force", and there seems to be a fleeting resistance when the fingertips are pressed, as if the stick is talking to the skin.

This feeling can only be felt, not expressed in words.

This is a kind of "spirituality".

Li Junge reinstalled the other two poles, came out with "Walk into the Soul", and said with a smile, "Uncle Bamboo Carpenter, if it wasn't for 'Walk into the Soul', I would dare to chew and eat it."

Uncle Bamboo Carpenter laughed and scolded: "Bah! If you dare to eat it, I'm still reluctant to let you eat it!"

Li Junge carefully plugged the "Into the Soul", checked it carefully, and began to test the overall center of gravity of the pole.

The center of gravity is about a foot and a half in front of the pole. As a bamboo pole with a total length of fifteen feet, the counterweight is already perfect.

Then hold the handle in your hand, shake it lightly, and the pole immediately whistles lightly, screaming happily, and every flick of the pole can be clearly transmitted to the palm of your hand.

Close your eyes, and by feeling the signal from the palm, you can clearly judge the direction, amplitude, force and frequency of the rod's slight bounce.It's like a perfect dialogue between the pole and its owner.

"Okay! That's great! It's really 'into the soul'! It's worthy of the 'into the soul'!"

Li Junge solemnly disassembled "Into the Soul" and put it in a bag, gently placed it on the table, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if to calm his mind.But suddenly he jumped up like an eruption, and jumped up wildly holding Uncle Bale Carpenter: "Uncle Bamboo Carpenter! We succeeded! We finally succeeded!"

Uncle Bamboo Carpenter stood there and let Li Junge hug and dance, with a smile on his lips and tears in his eyes, and murmured: "Yes, we succeeded. After ten years, we finally succeeded."

Braving the wind and snow, he traveled all over the mountains and fields to choose bamboo materials, adjusted the glue and paint again and again, failed countless times, and repeated countless times. When he came back from each holiday, Li Junge would collect the pole-making techniques and bamboo bamboos he had collected. Uncle Carpenter discussed, countless sleepless nights, Uncle Carpenter made different recipes with unbearable allergies, and today, they finally succeeded!

The two held hands and laughed.

After a while, the two sat down and started chatting. Li Junge couldn't help opening the bag again, and carefully looked at "Into the Soul" section by section.

Uncle Bamboo Carpenter sat down beside him, watched Li Junge caressing "Into the Soul" fondly, and said: "Ten years ago, I had no idea that bamboo art could reach this level. It is worthy of the craftsmanship passed down from the ancestors."

Li Junge breathed lightly on the bamboo pole, and then watched the water mist on the pole disappear slowly, leaving no trace left.Zan said: "It's more than that, you are carrying forward the craftsmanship of your ancestors, and you can start a school in the old days."

Uncle Bamboo Craftsman said: "You can brag for Uncle Bamboo Carpenter. I don't dare to expect the level of a great master. I'm just a craftsman."

Li Junge said: "Uncle Bamboo Carpenter, you can't underestimate yourself. Skills are as advanced as Dao, and art can be supernatural. It means that any knowledge that reaches the extreme can lead to the understanding and mastery of the laws of heaven and earth. This is very remarkable."

Uncle Bamboo Carpenter scratched his head and said with an embarrassed smile: "Although I don't understand what you said, I think it looks pretty good."

Three black lines drooped on Li Junge's forehead, embarrassing, Uncle Bale Carpenter accidentally pulled out "I don't know how to feel serious".

"Let's put it this way, do you feel more comfortable doing other bamboo crafts now?"

Uncle Bamboo Carpenter said: "I understand when you say that. Now I don't even have to look at the bamboo weaving. I can do the work while watching TV."

Li Junge said: "Is it? This means that your level has improved to a level that others can't imagine."

Uncle Bamboo Carpenter said: "That's my current craft. I don't need to yell when I bring things to the county town. They will be sold out before ten o'clock. I often wander around the county town with nothing to do in the morning. By the way, Wait a minute, I'll show you something."

After speaking, he went into the room again, took out three thick notebooks, and said, "Come on, look, I have memorized all the crafts of making poles, many of them still need to be improved, but the basic ones have been fixed. down."

Li Junge quickly waved his hand and said, "Don't, don't, I won't read it. From today onwards, this is your family heirloom. I can't read it."

Uncle Bamboo Carpenter glared, and said: "Don't talk to me, just watch if you tell you to watch! This matter was initiated by you, and you suffered a lot in the middle. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have done this. This You also have a share in this information."

"Oh, you don't know, you haven't come back for so many years, I can't find Ren Xianbao. You are not allowed to run today, I have to talk to you."

After finishing speaking, he opened the notebook and said, "Look here, haven't we found a suitable glue for the rods? We tried fish glue, deer glue, beef tendon, and cowhide, but they didn't work too hard. Guess what I did later on. What did you find? The pear vine in the mountains, the juice in it is mixed with some gum, and boiled in a bamboo tube, hey! It's done!"

Then he turned to another page and said: "And here, you see, after the three or four joints are opened, the strength will be affected. I use tung oil, boil it with isinglass, add a few Chinese medicines and alum, and pour it into it. Let the pole stand for a while and then pour it out to dry. After repeating this several times, then re-polish the inner wall, which not only increases the strength, but also increases the smoothness of the pole..."

"Look, look, the wax on the bamboo skin can't hang the paint, it needs to be polished before painting, how to control the thickness of the remaining bamboo skin, we haven't found a way before, hehehe, look, I invented such a small tool , every time you scrape the bamboo skin, you only eat a small layer..."

"Also here, at first the rods were glued to four pieces at first, and then I changed it to six pieces, so that the force is more uniform and the transmission of force is more sensitive. You can also experience the 'Zhiwuxi' and 'Ruhun' poles for a while. After that, doesn't it feel different?"

"However, this will make it more difficult. It is estimated that ordinary bamboo craftsmen will have to practice for several years to master this skill..."

Seeing that Uncle Bamboo Carpenter was so sincere, Li Junge didn't struggle anymore, and the two started to meet each other, discussing the records in the notebook.

When it came to making poles, Uncle Bamboo Carpenter was eloquent, and the two talked about the evening without knowing it.

Although the meaning was still unfinished, it was getting late. After patting three thick notebooks, Li Junge sighed: "More than 300 processes, more than 70 materials, nearly a hundred tools, and thousands of tests took ten years. We have finally recovered our own rod-making craft. Uncle Bamboo Carpenter, these three books of yours are priceless treasures."

Uncle Bamboo Carpenter didn't care about this, he scratched his head and said, "Do we need to try fishing this rod? Don't just goat shit and skin."

Li Junge was embarrassed now, boasting for a long time, "Into the Soul" has never tried the water?

Seeing Li Junge's expression, Uncle Bamboo Carpenter said with embarrassment, "I've tried 'Wuxin Yiben' and 'Zhi Wuxi'. Fish about two catties are fine."

"The rod 'Into the Soul' was the most successful. I only tried it with a mineral water bottle filled with water. It was fine for top fishing, but I didn't dare to actually fish. I was afraid that my fishing skills would ruin the rod. It would be a pity. "

Li Junge smiled and said: "No problem, tomorrow we will borrow a boat and go to Huluxi to test the pole."

After talking, my stomach growled, and I remembered that it was time for dinner.Li Junge asked: "Is there anything to eat at home? How about I hang out with you?"

Uncle Bamboo Carpenter said: "Then I'll pick and order some food, you cook, and watch the bacon sausages hanging on the stove."

Li Junge walked into the kitchen and looked at the cold pot and stove. He didn’t know how long it had been since he had turned on the fire. The bamboo craftsman’s house didn’t raise pigs, and the bacon and sausages hanging on the stove were all bought by him with bamboo utensils. Even good.

Li Junge shook his head, scooped out two tubes of rice from the rice tank and cooked the rice. He smiled when he saw the rice tubes. The two-inch-high bamboo tubes were polished into a handy drum shape. The bamboo skin is carved with a branch of orchid grass and a cricket. The tentacles of the cricket are as thin as a hair, and the veins on the wings and the small thorns on the thighs are clearly visible. It is an exquisite handicraft.

Li Junge took the rice tube outside the house to wipe it clean, put it on the long wooden table where the bamboo was cut, took a few close-ups of the sunset, and sent it to WeChat, writing: "The craftsmanship of the craftsmen in the village, let everyone see."

After a while, there are countless likes.

At this time, the bamboo craftsman came back with a bunch of water spinach, eggplant, cucumber, etc., and Li Junge started cooking.

After dinner, Li Junge returned home with "Into the Soul".

(End of this chapter)