I rewrote family history

Chapter 23 Ancient and Modern Shoes
"Hemp rope shoes?"

Wu Hao's words were full of doubts, "Hemp rope shoes, how can hemp rope make shoes, don't hemp rope shoes wear feet? How can such shoes be worn out."

Although he reads a lot, he doesn't know much about life in the countryside.Hemp rope shoes are rare in the new era.Not to mention the teenagers born after entering the new century.The authors of most of the web articles are also quite young, and there is very little introduction to this, so he naturally doesn't see much.

While talking, he took out his mobile phone, typed quickly, searched Du Niang at random, and found the introduction of hemp rope shoes, "Grandpa, these hemp rope shoes are not cheaper than ordinary shoes, a pair of 60 yuan. Old Yanjing Cloth shoes only cost more than 20 yuan a pair.”

"What? Cloth shoes are cheaper than hemp shoes?"

This conclusion shocked Xu Cong's cognition, his cloudy eyes were fixed, staring at Wu Hao's cell phone.I want to take a look at the light screen and see clearly.

However, his eyes are too old, the whites of the eyes are cloudy, the eye muscles are slack, and there is a layer of white cloud when seeing things.He could only see tiny fly-like handwriting on the light screen of the mobile phone, one piece after another, like ink words soaked in water on a scroll, very blurred.

What kind of era is this?
The price of lard is cheap, and the fat meat that could not be eaten during the Chinese New Year was hated by the people at that time.The wild vegetables that are the most boring are actually admired.By the way, even the hemp rope shoes he was wearing were much more expensive than cloth shoes.

Xu looked away from the light screen of the phone, he saw the familiar willow tree, and he breathed a sigh of relief.Willows sprout in April, and the young green willow branches are most suitable for weaving willow baskets because they have toughness.

There are not many strange changes in willow.

"This kind of handwoven hemp rope shoes is very popular among girls."

Xu Qing quickly glanced at Wu Hao's phone screen, and laughed, "I also bought a new pair of straw woven British-style hemp rope sandals last summer, and they are quite comfortable to wear."

"Grandpa, if you like to wear it, I'll place an order online for you and buy one too."

She swiped the screen and smiled.

She thought Xu Cong might be interested in hemp rope shoes.

This is a childhood memory.

"No need, I'm tired of wearing these hemp rope shoes." Xu Cong couldn't understand things in the new century, for example, it is fashionable for boys and girls to wear hemp rope shoes today, "That thing rubs your feet and makes calluses, don't you think so?" Wear some."

As an elder, he advised.

"Grandpa, with the current straw weaving technology, good hemp rope shoes don't rub your feet."

Xu Qing replied.

……

Xu San'er stayed up all night mending the hemp rope shoes, which looked extremely ugly.The breaks of the two sections are only joined together by connecting cotton threads with iron needles.White stitches are staggered on the jute rope.

Elegant and exquisite are not to mention at all.

Father's needlework is not very good.Also, his hand bones are quite large, strong and strong.When the father and son wrestled for strength, he was always easily subdued by his father.His fingers looked like old bamboos, with distinct edges and knots, vigorous and powerful.Such hands are suitable for doing farm work, not for needlework.

Still missing a girl.

If there is a mother, who is stepping on the spinning wheel and weaving cloth, he may be like his peers, and occasionally get a new piece of clothing to wear.Mother's stitches will definitely embellish a flower on the hemp rope shoes.

"Master Hu, are you talking about shoes?"

Xu Er was sitting on the desk in a daze. Hearing this, his big feet arched quickly, and his straight shins retracted under the stool.

He suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a few more sneers from the school.

"Look at Xu Cong, he is obviously the son of a long-time worker, and he deliberately wears a long gown. He doesn't have money to buy shoes, so he wears hemp rope shoes."

"It's not just hemp shoes, look at those shoes, how long have you not changed them?"

"It doesn't matter if I get a few words of appreciation from my husband. He is so old, but he still has the nerve to study in a primary school. It's true, sir, who specially assists him after class. He's a cheap man, what's the matter?"

"Students in simple subjects should learn simple subjects."

The sarcasm came into my ears.

Xu Er's face became more and more red, like a stuffed prawn.His feet were curled up, his legs were curled up, his whole body was curled up, hiding, hiding in the back seat, in a corner.

Master Hu told him why he was ashamed of his status as a long-term worker.

on the shoe.

He saw the hemp shoes on his feet and knew why he was ashamed.

He is a joke in Hongwen Hall, and everyone is discussing this different kind.Yes, he had realized this a long time ago, so after class, he deliberately avoided and ran eagerly.He should be sitting at the street vendor across the street from the school. At that time, he dared to yell loudly to sell orange persimmons.

But when he arrived at the school, he didn't dare to speak loudly.

"No! No!"

The gray-white fox let out a cry.

In the beginning, he was so skeptical and didn't dare to believe it, but he thought about the admonition of the teacher in his great-grandson Wu Hao's school.He thought that a master and a teacher were the same.The teacher said so, the only comparison in school is study.This is the practice throughout the modern school, and so it should be.

This should be true.

After studying well, I will let my husband take a high look....

Xu Er let out a sigh of relief, and his blushing face gradually eased, "Yes, Mr. Hu, you are right. In the school, the only competition is study."

He gave birth to a bit of self-confidence.

The sneering in my ears died down.He raised his head, and the students in the elementary school were still there.No one glanced back.Maybe, there used to be.But they won't repeat a joke over and over again.In that way, it is also boring.

"I have your blessing, Mr. Hu. I learn things much faster than others. I will definitely catch up with my classmates and be appreciated by my master again."

In the elementary school, he is a bit old after all, he plans to learn more and skip a grade to the higher elementary school.Such cases of skipping grades are not uncommon.

The gray-white fox jumped onto the stool, and it yelled a few more times.

He felt that it was necessary to tell Xu Er stupid about this matter.

"Master Hu, after a hundred years, will my hemp shoes be more expensive than the young men's cloth shoes?"

Xu Er scratched his head in a daze.

The shoes worn by long-term workers should be cheaper than those worn by masters, wives, and gentlemen.

From ancient times to the present, it has always been like this.

He felt that this matter was a fantasy.However, he saw Hu Immortal nodding firmly.There is no longer any doubt about this.The fox fairy is a fairy, so what it said could be false.

Father said that the fox fairy doesn't want anything out of him, so there's no point in coaxing him about it.

"I'm wearing the same shoes as the young masters!"

Xu Er stunned made a rare joke.

The depression in his heart disappeared with the words of Hu Immortal.At this moment, he is a long-term worker, wearing hemp rope shoes worn by long-term workers.But a hundred years later, he is a young master, wearing the cloth shoes that young masters should wear.

Hemp rope shoes are expensive, so they must be the shoes worn by young masters.

　There are two more changes in the evening, and I am coding..., the writing is relatively slow, please forgive me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)