Big businessman and little fisherman

Chapter 141
"Paste the edges and cut the bones, the ink is thick, and the slender hands compete to wear the five-color velvet. Thousands of handles are made, and even the masts are sold to take advantage of the wind in the river."

For a good handmade oil-paper umbrella, there are 80 major processes and more than [-] small processes in total, from bamboo selection, bamboo soaking, bamboo carving, and drilling... to mounting the umbrella, flowering, and drying the umbrella.

It takes about [-] days for experienced craftsmen to complete the production of an oil-paper umbrella.

Lu Yange thought of asking Chen Pingan to make oiled paper umbrellas because she felt that this boy was ingenious, more careful and patient than ordinary people.

To make an oil-paper umbrella, whether it is calculating the length, width, height, and radian of the ribs, or making the diameter and spacing of the reed plate, the umbrella ribs can be perfectly embedded into the reed plate. The production of these things must not make any mistakes when handling the knife.

In addition, boiling tung oil is also a job that requires extreme patience. The tung oil is tender and cannot be dried in the sun.The tung oil has been boiled for a long time, if the pot is burnt, the whole pot will be scrapped.Only when the oil temperature rises, and then it needs to be simmered slowly on a low heat until the white silk can be pulled out, the tung oil is considered good.

In the hometown of a colleague, Lu Yange met an old man sitting by the wall with his arms folded and basking in the sun. Half of his face was burned and scalded, making him look very hideous.According to a colleague, it was because he was an apprentice when he was a teenager, and when he boiled tung oil, the fire was too high, and the fire caught fire when he was cooking, and his face was burned.

In fact, the old man had other injuries, such as his hands and arms.

It's just because of the baggy clothes, it's not as obvious on the face.

Lu Yange made up a story about what he had seen and heard, and explained it clearly to Chen Pingan, making sure that he was determined to learn the oil-paper umbrella, so he asked him to pick some green persimmons.

Although a master craftsman taught her every step of making an oiled paper umbrella, it may not be easy for Lu Xingge to make an oiled paper umbrella by himself.

She can only talk about a lot of things, and if she really does it, maybe her hands-on ability is not as good as that of ordinary old farmers.

There are also a lot of tools, because with these tools, every oil-paper umbrella can get twice the result with half the effort.

But those things, if you let Lu Yange tell them all, it's impossible, she can only come up with the general idea, and the rest can only be filled in slowly when she is doing it.

The two spent an afternoon and came back from the town to order some tools.

Chen Ping picked green persimmons, and Lu Xiaosi and Lu Xiaosi stuck together in Lu Yange's room and began to learn how to make oil-paper umbrellas.

As for what the two of them were doing, Lu Quan and his wife had no time to ask. Sister Lu Xiaoli wanted to ask three times, but Lu Yange refused to say.

Probably because they were afraid of failure, the two just closed the door and started making, but they dared not disclose any news.

Lu Yange was afraid that he wouldn't be able to embarrass himself when the time came, and Chen Pingan was even more reluctant to tell his grandma and Chen Yaoyao because it was Xiao Si's handicraft.

During this period, when Lu Quan went shopping in the town, he brought back a box to Lu Yange, saying that someone put it on Ding Wu's stall, and said that it was given to Lu Xiaosi.

Four types of pastries in the box, pea yellow, mung bean cake, horseshoe cake, and chestnut cake.

It's all what Lu Yange likes to eat.

After getting the pastry, Lu Xingge was dumbfounded.

How did Song Yunfei know that she likes to eat these four kinds of pastries, and the ones she bought are exactly the same?

Could it be that you also like the previous Xiaoyan song?

Thinking of this possibility, Lu Yange felt an unspeakable feeling in his heart for some reason.

It's as if something is covered by the fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

what is it then?

Lu Yange sat under the eaves, with four boxes of pastries spread out in front of him, and a money bag in his hand.

The money bag was also packed in a box, but it was just a big box with a small box stuffed in a corner. As long as the box was not opened, no one could see that there was a money bag containing 500 taels of silver bills inside.

Song Yunfei sent her four boxes of pastries and 500 taels of silver.

The bank note must be the same as the bank note she bought at the shop that day, even the fold marks are the same, Song Yunfei probably bought this pastry from Nanyang.

Anyway, in the small town of Jiangjiaba, Lu Yange had never seen such an exquisite pastry.

"Little Five, come here."

Lu Yange beckoned to Lu Xiaowu who was chasing the chick in the yard.

The chicks were sent by Aunt Ding. Her old hen hatched eggs from her own nest. Aunt Ding even gave the mother hen and eleven chicks to the Lu family.

Lu Xiaowu's biggest hobby now is to run after the chicks, to grab the mother chicken's tail.

"A lot."

Lu Xiaowu walks slowly and speaks slowly, he can call people, but he can't speak clearly.

"It's brother."

Lu Yange took a piece of chestnut cake, crushed a small piece and stuffed it into Lu Xiaowu's mouth, "Is it delicious? Call me brother."

"A lot."

"elder brother."

"A lot."

The two are like children, facing each other for real.The elder brother taught him a lot until the end, even Lu Yange was almost led astray by Lu Xiaosi, and almost blurted out a lot.

Lu Yange could only give up and wipe Lu Xiaowu's hands clean.Break open the chestnut cake in his hand, keep half for himself, and pass the other to Lu Xiaowu: "Eat slowly, don't swallow."

"Okay." The answer was very clear.

Lu Yange was a little suspicious for a moment, whether Lu Xiaowu called her Duoduo on purpose.

On weekdays, Xiaowu is right to call his parents and sisters.Only when you call brother, will you call Duoduo.

Lu Xiaowu happily took the pastry, sat obediently on the little chair his father made for him, and took small bites of the snack his brother gave him.

He is a child with a very good temper. He was rarely heard crying since he was a child, and he would only moan a few times when he was hungry and peed.

Now that the Lu family has no shortage of food and drink, it is less likely to see Lu Xiaowu crying.

The two little "brothers" are the most leisurely ones in the whole family. Everyone seems to have something to do. Even the children Li Canguan and Dongzhi were taken by the adults to build adobe.

And Chen Pingan, who has been obsessed with making oiled paper umbrellas for the past two days, has not come out since entering Lu Yange's room.

Sometimes I practice so much that I forget to eat and sleep, and Chen Yaoyao or Grandma Chen will call me to eat and sleep.

"A lot."

After Lu Xiaowu ate his snacks, he stretched out his hand to show Lu Yange.

He licked all the crumbs of the dim sum on the little hands, and the originally clean little hands were covered with saliva.

Lu Yange resignedly twisted the handkerchief to wipe his hands, and nagged while wiping: "Don't pull the mother chicken's tail, the mother chicken will bite you when protecting the chicks."

I don't know if Lu Xiaowu can understand it, but it doesn't prevent him from nodding if he understands it or not, looking like a good baby.

Lu Yangge wiped Lu Xiaowu's hands and fed him a half cup of warm water.While doing this, Lu Xiaowu obediently stood aside, tilting his head to look at the boxes in front of his brother.

"Can't eat any more."

Lu Yange covered all the boxes, "I have to leave it for my parents and sisters to eat, you know?"

Lu Xiaowu nodded obediently, and continued to play with his chicken and mother chicken.

Lu Yange naturally went to her brother Pingan to study oil-paper umbrellas.

(End of this chapter)