Big businessman and little fisherman

Chapter 135 Making an Umbrella
"Xiao Si, if you want green persimmons, I can pick them for you without spending money."

Chen Pingan carried dozens of light wild persimmons on his back, still following Lu Yange half a step apart.

His family has been living a hard life, and Chen Pingan is not willing to spend a penny where he can spend no money.

"Brother Ping An, go pick some and bring them back." Lu Yange looked back at the place where the little black girl was standing. The siblings had disappeared there, and they probably walked away.

"When the time comes, I will teach Ping An a craft that can support a whole family."

"craft?"

Chen Ping was stunned, "Then... that won't work, you should teach Uncle Lu and the others if you have skills."

Whose craftsmanship is not passed down from generation to generation, how can it be easily taught to others.

Lu Yange stepped back half a step briskly, walking in the shadow of Chen Pingan: "Brother Pingan, don't you want to earn money to buy land and live in a big house, so that Grandma Chen and Yaoyao can live a good life?"

Don't want to?
Of course not, he dreamed of it!
Chen Ping's face flushed red: "I, I thought about it."

"That's fine. When you get the green persimmons later, I'll teach you how to make oiled paper umbrellas."

Lu Yange wanted to pat Chen Ping'an on the shoulder to reassure him, but when he raised his hand, he realized that he was a head shorter than others.

Even if you want to take pictures, it takes too much effort!
"Do...do...make oiled paper umbrellas?" Chen Pingan couldn't believe what he heard, "How do you know how to make oiled paper umbrellas?"

This kind of craftsmanship is not something ordinary people can understand.

Xiao Si is still so young, where did he learn it?
How did I learn it?
Lu Yange was stunned by Chen Ping'an's question. When she saw a young lady selling wild persimmons in the town, she thought of using wild persimmon paint to make oiled paper umbrellas. She forgot how she did it.

Yes, it was when she was an intern in her senior year, and she went to her hometown with her colleagues to play during the National Day.

My colleague’s hometown is in the mountains, and their village’s ancestors have made oil-paper umbrellas for generations. The small village is surrounded by wild persimmon forests.

Cyan wild persimmons are cut off the persimmon stalks, smashed with a nest, and then wrapped in gauze, and the stones are pressed to drip the juice into the basin.

This is persimmon lacquer, also called persimmon oil. I heard that the oil-paper umbrella made of persimmon oil can prevent the back of the paper from permeating when the paper is soaked in water.

At that time, she thought it was very magical. She followed the veteran craftsman for a whole holiday, and even made an oil-paper umbrella by herself.

She didn't finish the oil-paper umbrella when she left, because it took about fifteen days to finish the whole process. She stayed in the mountain village for six days and only made a rough outline.

I don't know who bought that oil-paper umbrella later, and whether it was cherished properly.

Chen Pingan didn't know what Lu Yange was thinking, and was still asking, "Little Si, why do you know so many things?"

Lu Yangge hesitated this time, how could she have so many things?
At that time, she was learning to make oil-paper umbrellas, and she cut several times with her hands.Colleagues said that she had nothing to do to find fault, and she never thought of making one herself after watching her grandfather make oil-paper umbrellas since she was a child.

They worked hard to study and pass the college entrance examination, just to get out of this small mountain village, and they would never inherit the old skills of their ancestors.

My colleague said at the time that it’s useless to learn it. If you have that skill, it’s better to play a few games with me.

Among the four people who went to her hometown with her colleagues, she was the only one who carefully followed the old craftsmen and took each step of the oil-paper umbrella making by herself, trying to make her own oil-paper umbrella.

And her other colleagues only spent some money, bought two or three each, and said they would give them away when they went back.

Colleagues also asked her why she had to learn every step of the craft?

At that time, she only thought that she should learn it, but she couldn't explain why she should learn it.

Everyone thought she was interested, but she knew that there was a voice in her heart telling her urgently, you must learn, every process must be learned.

"Could it be that I learned it just to teach you?" Lu Yange said to himself.

Lu Yange didn't know why he suddenly thought of this, as long as he thought that she had traveled here, it turned out that there had been a sign in the dark, and he felt the hairs on his back.

Who is she and why is she here?

"What?" Chen Pingan didn't hear what Lu Xiaosi said for a moment, "Xiao Si, what did you say?"

He turned his head to look at Xiao Si beside him, but saw Xiao Si walking in front of him quickly, and did not answer his question.

Chen Pingan didn't notice Lu Xiaosi's pale face instantly, he was still thinking, if Xiaosi taught him how to make oiled paper umbrellas, then he would learn it well, and then he would give Xiaosi some of the money he sold for oiled paper umbrellas.

Xiao Si had already told him that Aunt Lu taught Ding's family to do the business of stewed sausage, and she would send money to her family every month.

There is also shopkeeper Li, who helped the wild pier sell eel cages, which was also profitable.

Aunt Lu also taught Lai Fushun's chef how to make a long fish feast, and that's how she got the field in Xiaoxinzhuang.

If Xiao Si teaches him how to make oiled paper umbrellas, he should share the profit with Xiao Si.

The two of them were thinking about each other, walking in the street one after the other.

When passing Yihong Building, suddenly a fork pole supporting the window fell in front of Lu Yangge, and it was one step short of hitting Lu Yangge's head.

Lu Yange looked up, and saw a beautiful and charming face on the second floor of Yihong Building.

The beauty's eyes were full of affection, and she leaned on the window with her cheek resting halfway, revealing a large white breast: "Little brother, can you please pass me the fork, and I invite you to have tea and snacks."

The scene in front of him inexplicably reminded Lu Yangge of the meeting between Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing.

It's a pity that she is just a child in shabby sackcloth, not a suave Ximen official in Yushu Linfeng.

Looking at the beauty upstairs, this scene is somewhat inconsistent.

Lu Yangge didn't move, but Chen Pingan did. He pulled Lu Yangge away, bent down in front of her, and picked up the fork.

Lu Yange: "..." Brother Pingan didn't expect you to be such a person!
Chen Pingan bent down to pick up the fork, took two steps, and placed the fork by the door of Yihonglou.

Turning around, pulling Lu Yange forward with a cold face and without saying a word.

He walked tall and big, walking fast and hurriedly, dragging Lu Yange staggering.

Looking back, I could still see the beauty lying on the window waving at them.

Lu Yange rolled his almond eyes, and showed a sweet and harmless smile at the beauty, and quickly calmed down and trotted along with Chen Pingan's pace.

"Giggle..."

The beauty lying on the window couldn't help laughing at the pitiful look of Lu Yange being dragged away.

Qiaoer, who was cleaning the house, poked her head out from behind the beauty when she heard the sound: "Who is the girl looking at?"

Seeing Lu Yange walking away, the beauty withdrew her gaze in dismay: "Look at a fun little thing."

"What little thing?"

Qiao'er waited for the beauty to leave, and went to the window curiously, just in time to see Dr. Xie from the Xie's pharmacy diagonally opposite, going out to see off customers.

She curled her lips involuntarily, muttering to herself that she didn't know what the girl was looking at Dr. Xie for.

He's just a poor doctor, and he's pretty good-looking, but he buckled it up, not to mention spending money to see a girl, not even willing to buy rouge and pollen.

(End of this chapter)