I went ashore by weaving straw shoes and became a master craftsman

Chapter 11 Wang Erlang's Secret
Wang Erlang's old face flushed: My niece can really boast, she is making a name for herself in different ways!

"Auntie, I can also weave straw baskets. Do you know Zhang Qingxiaolang? I can also do the straw baskets he weaves. Think about it, auntie, weaving a few pairs of straw sandals for free, or a large basket that can last for a long time is more suitable. Are you sure you want to change the straw basket? Then you take the straw back and exchange it with cattail grass."

"Abo, I can weave straw mats and bamboo mats. The mats I weave don't have curling edges. But you have to add materials, and the materials are suitable. This is a big piece! Abo is still hesitating, two months later , I’m going to compete in the county. If you don’t add more materials, I can’t put you in the front row. A lot of people are waiting for me to make straw sandals.”

"Grandma wants a bamboo basket instead? Then the straw sandals owed to you will not be counted. Don't worry, don't worry, if I don't have time to weave it before I go to the county, I will weave your basket first after the exam. I will never forget it. Make a note of it."

On a broken board, stones were used to mark baskets, baskets, and straw mats.Finally sent a group of people away, Wang Erlang had mixed feelings. He originally owed [-] pairs of straw sandals, but now the quantity has decreased, but the quality has improved.

"Age, it's all changed to a big one, when will we have to weave it? Look, it's still all bamboo baskets and mats!" Wang Erlang's worried forehead lines have become semi-permanent!When my niece was at home, she also used wattle to weave Shau Kei. When did she weave bamboo objects?

"Anyway, it's going to be tiring, so it's better to let the folks know that my craft is worse than Zhang Qing. My second uncle, don't worry, this weaving thing can be mastered in every way. I can weave it with wattle, and I can weave it with bamboo. Stay for two more days, and we'll go back to the village. , I will pay off my debts while learning, and then I will have to tire my father and my second uncle to help me cut bamboo in the wild mountains." Wang Ge has already obtained the quota of craftsman, so he must not hide his clumsiness anymore, and he must use the time difference of these two months to make Everyone in Jiashe Village knows that she has a talent for weaving!
"Go back to the village? Then what about the people who come here to collect debts?"

"Didn't our village often have ox carts coming to the village? I make some baskets for others, and let them bring mine to the posthouse every time they deliver goods."

Wang Erlang smacked his lips: Good guy, he has yet to return to the village, yet another debt has been charged.

Wang Ge threw the wooden board aside: "What are you afraid of? If you have too many lice, you won't itch. If you have too many debts, you won't worry."

"Nonsense! The more lice, the more itchy!"

The next day, the uncles and nephews scratched their lice and bid farewell to the old man who fed the pigs in the post house: "Aunt, I have to trouble you to tell the folks that I have to go back to farm. I keep accounts on the board every few days. Ask the neighbors in the village to bring it to the post house, and whoever takes it away, Ah Weng will help to erase it."

"Wrap me!" The old man was very bold.

There were no outsiders around, but Wang Ge lowered his voice and said in a very mysterious way: "Don't forget, Aunt, every time I send things, there are hemp ropes tied with them, and I specially leave them for you."

The old man laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, and whispered back: "I can't forget, I can't forget!"

After walking on the dirt road in the country, Wang Erlang was very uneasy: "It's okay if we just walk away like this?"

"Isn't there A Weng Ya Na as a guarantor?"

With a stagger, Wang Erlang suddenly felt that he had lived two lifetimes in vain.

The words are divided into two parts.

Zhang Jiying, Huan Zhen and his party worked fast, and they had already left the boundary of Yangzhou.

Overhead was cloudy, and soon it began to rain.

Tie Feng, the part of the road exploration, reported: "Master Zhang, Huan Lang, there is a pavilion ahead to shelter you from the rain."

They take the official road, and sometimes a pavilion is built for ten miles, and a post house is built, and sometimes a short pavilion is set up for five miles, just for resting and sheltering from the rain.

"go!"

"drive!"

When they were on their way, they wore scarves on their heads to prevent dust. After entering the wooden pavilion, when Huan Zhen was about to ask Zhang Jiying, he saw strands of black water dripping from the edges of the scarves.

Huan Zhen... Master has dyed his hair?He averted his eyes, looking up at the sky in embarrassment.

Tie Lei led the master's two horses into the pavilion, raised his head, and faced Master Zhang's face covered with black lines.The corner of Tie Lei's mouth twitched visibly, and he hurried to Huan Zhen's side, looking at the sky together.

Tie Feng followed closely behind: "Oh, it seems that it's been a while..." He and Mr. Zhang looked at each other, and immediately his jaw twitched, and his nostrils flared rapidly.

Da, a drop of black water hit the back of Zhang Jiying's hand: it's broken, the dye has faded.

This pavilion can't stay anymore, Tie Feng turned around and ran away: "I'll go explore the road again!"

A horse snorted just at that moment.

Zhang Jiying twisted his head: "Who is laughing?!"

"My lord, it's the horse sneezing!" Tie Feng galloped the horse away.

Tie Lei couldn't hold back any longer, he rushed out of the pavilion: "My lord, I'm also in a hurry..." In the end, he couldn't hold back, he turned sad, and chased after Tie Feng.

Huan Zhen then turned around and handed over a small bronze mirror and a handkerchief: "Master, don't dye your hair when it rains from now on."

Zhang Jiying wiped his face clean and let out a cold snort.

Huan Zhen: "It's all to blame for the rain. Either make it bigger or stop it!"

Zhang Jiying returned the bronze mirror, looked at the rain line on the eaves of the pavilion, and sighed suddenly.

"What is the master worried about?"

"The "Book of Books" has a cloud: A gentleman has nothing to do, but the prophet knows the difficulty of harvesting, and then he knows what the villain can rely on. Farmers rely on the sky to eat, and the weather is good. If there is a drought or flood, they often even pay land taxes. not on."

What does the master want to say?Huan Zhen silently waited for the next sentence.

Zhang Jiying glanced at his disciples, then let out a long sigh, ending slowly, with an exaggerated sad gesture. "So, if a farmer's daughter can pass the test as a craftsman boy and a craftsman, at least she can reduce the land rent and the family's labor burden. With craftsman skills, she can find a good family when she gets married in the future."

Huan Zhen understood: "I have a property in Yangzhou, so I will study books and send a craftsman...Zhong Jiangshi! Go to Zuyi County and preside over Wang Xiaoniang's craftsman exam."

"No special care, just uphold justice!"

"Disciple knows." Huan Zhen responded.In his early years, the master experienced the turmoil of Emperor Cheng seizing the throne. After resigning from office, he lived in seclusion in Wu County. He was used to being respectful and cautious in everything.Now that His Majesty has appointed the third-rank Guozi Jijiu to take charge of the two official schools of Guozixue and Taixue, it makes Huan Zhen a little distressed that such trivial matters still have to be rounded up.

As for why Master valued the pair of sisters and brothers in Jiashe Village, it was not for Huan Zhen to speculate.

Strangely enough, both the master and the apprentice believed that Wang Ge would definitely take the artisan boy exam, but they really didn't know that the craftsmen in Tuyi County had a "craftsman" selection before taking the artisan boy exam.

Wang Ge, who was taken care of, was also on his way in the heavy rain, trekking on the country road with his second uncle.

The official road is not easy to walk, let alone the muddy trail.

歘!She fell on all fours.The grain bag fell into the mud and was soaked immediately, but it couldn't be thrown away, so quickly picked it back into the basket.

After a while, Wang Erlang also collapsed.

Wang Ge helped his second uncle get up, and secretly complained to God: either get off early or get off late!They passed by a wooden pavilion just now, and they rested their feet for a while, feeling that although the sky was cloudy, it would not rain for a while, but they did not expect to walk two miles away, and the crackling began.

Even if the two go back, the distance is not short, forget it, let's move on.

When they turned onto the official road and found the next short pavilion to shelter from the rain, the rain stopped again.

Furious!
Like the mud monkeys, the uncle and nephew cursed and started on their way again.Unfortunately, I returned to the village after dark.

During the few days when Wang Ge was away from home, the two aunts took turns cooking and carrying water. The weather was bad today, so Yao took the opportunity to be lazy, and there was only a layer of water at the bottom of the tank.

Wang Weng got angry, and Sanfang was so frightened that he carried water all night.

After Wang Erlang washed off the dirt and returned to the house, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep for a long time.

No one knows, this is his third life!

In the first life, Emperor Wu passed the throne to his foolish son in his later years, causing chaos in the government and the people's livelihood.Farmers like the Wang family soon lost their families in the war.In this life, Wang Erlang did not live to adulthood.

In the second world, the Great Jin will change the world!Emperor Cheng seized the throne, punished treacherous ministers, and reduced taxes for the common people. The days went better and better, so good that Wang Erlang thought that the previous life was imagined by him.But the good times didn't last long, and the Wang family repeated the bad luck of the first life.

(End of this chapter)