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

Chapter 66

"It's cold outside, go back to the house and tell me." Jia Yu trained the tiger to come down, and pulled Wang Ge into the main room. After wrapping her tightly with two layers of quilts, she took off her sweat-soaked foot clothes, and put Wang Ge in the cold. Tuck your feet into your clothes.Hutou stood behind sister and helped her to tighten the mattress.

"Big Mother..." Wang Ge couldn't let the old man cover his feet for him, but just as he was about to break free, he was slapped on his leg by his big mother.

"Tell me, how was the exam?"

At the door of the house, tall and short, uniform eyes all stared at Wang Ge.

She leaned forward, took Father's hand, let him sit next to him, and said, "Mother, Father, I'm admitted..."

Wang Erlang coughed hard.

Wang Weng glared at Erlang, meaning: Are you talking too much?Hu Bao said it was a first-class craftsman, so it must be a first-class craftsman.

Wang Ge saw that the elder father's expression was not much stronger than that of the second uncle, so he simply did not mention the first priority: "I have passed the entrance examination of the craftsman." She retracted her feet slightly, fearing that her mother's stomach would be cold.

But Jia Yu immediately pressed her granddaughter's feet firmly, smiling so hard that her teeth could not see her eyes: "I'll just say, I'll just say, Hubao will do!"

Little Jia pushed Wang Shu out: "It's easy in the field now, Age, I really have to teach you Congmei from tomorrow. Maybe in two years, our family can have another craftsman, craftsman... yes Bar?"

Wang Shu's face was flushed with embarrassment. Grandmother really pushed her out without even understanding the craftsman.

"That's for sure." Wang Ge responded, changed the subject and asked, "Third Uncle?"

Wang Peng waited for a long time, and brought Yaomei over: "My father has gone to Shatun again. Sister Cong, do you think I am taller?"

Wang Ge rubbed his little head and boasted: "Not only has he grown taller, but he has also grown stronger. Aai has also grown taller."

Wang Ai bit her finger shyly.

Wang Weng said: "You all know that Age will be a craftsman in the future. This is a good thing. If someone in the village asks, tell the truth. But if they don't ask, no one is allowed to take the initiative to mention it! It's okay, except for the long house, everyone will return. My own room. Asu, go and make some ginger soup, Erlang, you go to the stove to keep warm."

The main house was finally quiet.

Wang Ge looked at the window lattice, the window seams were covered with new mud, and under the window was a newly made long case. There were brief plans, pens, inkstones, and candle lamps on the case, and he knew it was specially bought for Hutou.A lot of Gebu is stacked on the mat against the east wall, and there are also tailor-made and in-cutting coats of brown.What is this for?
Seeing her granddaughter looking around the room, Jia Yu sighed and asked softly, "I feel different, don't you?"

"Well. Before I came back, all I thought about was what the house looked like before. Eldest father, elder mother, uncle, I missed you all the way back with my second uncle." When she said this, she held brother's hand behind her back. Small hands, the longing between sisters and brothers, the heart has a tacit understanding.

Wang Weng: "People, you only know you are homesick after you leave home."

"Yes." Wang Ge lowered his head: "I didn't think it would be long before I left. I walked back from the county, and the closer I got to my hometown, the more uncomfortable I realized that it wasn't because I didn't miss home at the beginning, but because I didn't dare to think about it..."

Wang Yun twitched, Wang Ge embraced him, wiped away his tears and his own, and continued: "I didn't feel at ease until I saw my second uncle at the reed pavilion and my elder father at the entrance of the village. Also, my father was right not to let me take the initiative to bring up the matter of my being a craftsman, I am a first-class craftsman, well, let’s be honest..."

She told how she was admitted as a first-class craftsman, how she was bullied by tourists, how the county magistrate Huan helped her, how many people envied her when she was admitted as a first-class craftsman, and then no craftsman shop would hire her.

Following her narration, the family became nervous for a while, scolded the husband for a while, and thanked County Magistrate Huan for a while.

After she finished speaking, the elder father said: "You take the artisan exam to be an artisan in the future, not to work in the artisan shop for the rest of your life, so why should you feel guilty? No matter how hard it is to earn money, it's better than not being able to pass the exam. Don't worry, no matter how cold the weather is, your uncle and I will go to the wild mountains to cut bamboo, so you can practice your skills."

The aunt agreed: "Yes. Whoever dares to make fun of you about the first-class craftsman, the aunt will be the first to spare her!"

Jia Yu knew that if anyone in the family dared to laugh at her granddaughter, it must be Erlang's bride.Next, she briefly told Wang Ge about the family affairs during this period.

There is no life in the field, but it can't be idle at all.After entering Mengdong, Wang Erlang had to go to the wild mountains every day to cut firewood, chop bamboo, and pick wild reeds.Landlord Jia’s family collects brown clothes, and other people give them fabrics, and the family only sews them. Each suit can be exchanged for one liter of the next year’s grain.

"Your third uncle, I really can't hope for it! Also, why is that child, A Zhu, so annoying!" Jia Yu became angry when she talked about the third room: "At the beginning, he cried every day thinking about his mother, and your elder father took pity on him. Asked his father to send him to Shatun, fearing that the Yao family would not be willing, and took two large bags of food, so he can stay there with peace of mind. But it is good, since the last time he said he was cold, let your third uncle go After the trip to Shatun, Ah Zhu sent a message twice every three days, saying that he was suffering from the cold. The family was so busy, your third uncle ran back and forth to Shatun, and every time he went, he had to pay for his footwork! I said Then pick it up, don't keep going back and forth. Hmph, your elder father won't let you pick it up, and Ah Zhu over there is crying and won't return. It's really annoying! Hmph!"

Jia Yu cast a dissatisfied glance at Wang Weng.

Wang Ge understood that the eldest mother didn't know the evil things Wang Zhu had done.By this time her feet had warmed up, and she took the brown coat sewn by her mother, which was interlayered and without seams, and knew that it was a cold sweater.

Wang Ge remembered that the square-toed shoes were made in the craftsman's factory, and even the distance between the stitches was strictly regulated, so he asked, "Auntie, the Jia landlord's family assigned these jobs to the village, but didn't they give clothes?"

"Yes, these are. You have to cut the length of the sleeves according to the shape of the clothes." Jia Yu took the top and pants, compared them, and boasted: "Let our craftsmen see, are they exactly the same?"

"The stitches are not the same distance."

Jia Yu thought about it and muttered. "At that time, the tenant really mentioned that the stitches should be made according to the shape of the clothes."

Wang Weng said "tsk", "Then why don't you listen?"

"I...whose sewing is so fine?" Jia Yu became more and more anxious as she thought about it, "It must be more than ours! Then the landlord Jia can let our farmers work for nothing and not give us grain?"

Wang Weng: "I'm sure I won't give nothing, but they've told the rules, so what's the point of giving us less than half? It just so happened that Age came back, so he quickly removed the heavy seams."

Wang Ge picked up the pile of clothes: "Don't worry about it, mother, I will take it all out tomorrow."

After the three of the Changfang left, Wang Weng took out a small bamboo tube from his cloth pouch: "Hey, Hubao buys tortoise fat from the county pharmacy. It's for you to wipe your hands, and it's said to cure cracks."

Jia Yu pulled out the cork, only to see that the white fat inside was soft, glutinous and crystal clear. After a rare sniff, there was only a slight smell of medicine, which was not unpleasant at all.

"How much does it cost? No wonder I came back late and went to weave things and sell them for money? Why didn't you say that just now?"

"Aren't you afraid that you will scold her? She worked day and night in the craftsman's workshop for two days and earned [-] yuan. The government rewarded her with [-] yuan when she was admitted as a first-class craftsman. She made some things herself. I collected [-] yuan. I know that when winter comes, your hands will crack... Alas! I bought everything, so don't... Alas!"

Wang Weng turned around and looked at the window lattice. The old wife's hands suffered too much in the winter, and sometimes they were so chapped that they were bleeding.The family is starting to save money now, but where is it better to not spend a lot of money?I didn't know there was this kind of medicine before, but even if I knew it now, only Hu Bao was willing to respect it.

Filial piety has to be done secretly, for fear of being reprimanded. Only 150 yuan is needed to buy this small box of medicine cream.

"Woo..." Jia Yu covered her face, cried bitterly a few times, and then beat the old man's back a few times, so that the pain in her heart would be more bearable. "This child is a rake! Don't let her have any money in the future!"

　Wild reed (fú): wild radish.There are many names for radish in different periods in ancient times, and it was called "Lu Fu" before the Sui Dynasty.

　　Meng Dong: October was called "Meng Dong" in ancient times. From this month, common people began to save winter firewood, paste window seams with mud, make straw sandals, brew winter wine and so on.

　　The medicine that does not kill the turtle: "Zhuangzi Xiaoyaoyou" records that "the people of the Song Dynasty were good at making the medicine that does not kill the turtle", which proves that there has been chilblain medicine since then.

　　
　
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