Piano

Chapter 18
However, it's good to be as reckless and immature as a child who has been able to maintain two points like this.

Otherwise, she wouldn't still have such a pure and flawless heart.

Feng Xi smiled in a low voice, then went back to the house and continued to browse all kinds of local social media.

When she first arrived in Xinchuan, Jin Province, the feather string was broken, and the moment the seal was loosened, many strange beasts in the piano ran out, except for the bird and the lake that she had just captured. In Dai City, there are at least three other beasts at large.

...Although most of the strange beasts who can escape at this moment are not considered advanced, and they probably won't cause many out-of-control moths, but they are playful by nature and scary-looking...For the people of Daicheng For the sake of her young and fragile heart, she'd better catch them all as soon as possible.

——Tomorrow, she doesn't want to see a certain calf being hung up on the hot searches of Mouyin or Big Eye Boy and whipping his corpse repeatedly because he is too perverted|curious!

Thinking of this, Feng Xi's face darkened, and even the movement of swiping the app with his palm became faster and faster.

While she was trying to search for the remaining traces of the strange beasts, Lan Xuesheng over there had already read the string-making method of the banjo.

The woman who closed the information booklet sighed, with indescribable complexity in her eyes.

——Sure enough, as she had guessed before, the method of rubbing the strings of this five-stringed qin is basically the same as that of ordinary lyres. The only difference is probably only the amount of silk used on each string .

The strings of the five-stringed qin are slightly thinner than today's guqin.

For example, if she uses the string-making method recorded in "Qin Yuan Xin Zhuan" in the Qing Dynasty as a model, and each palace string on an ordinary lyre uses 240 silk, then on a banjo, the palace strings only need 220. Lun (lun is the measurement unit of silk. In ancient times, the cocoon spit out by one silkworm was used as a thread, and twelve silks were used as a Lun. 240 Lun required 2880 cocoons).

Of course, it's okay to say that the amount of silk used is different, but her biggest trouble right now is still the source of silk.

——In the information that Feng Xi gave her, it was clearly written that the strings of her banjo can only be made of fresh silk from that year.

Yes, Zhe silk is not the kind of mulberry silk that was common in the past, and it must be the new silk of the year. The old silk is not tough enough to break in minutes.

The key point is that most of the silkworms cocoon in April, and the best silkworm silk is also produced in April. Although the output of silkworm silk has always been higher than that of mulberry silk, the market is not much narrower than that of mulberry silk.

Every year, the newly produced Zhe silk can be distributed in less than two months, and the rest are defective products of poor quality. Now it's July, where is she supposed to go? To get enough of these more than 1 silkworm cocoons of high quality enough to make strings?

You can't just wait until April next year, wouldn't that delay things?
Thinking of this, Lan Xuesheng suddenly felt a headache. She hugged her head on the counter and wailed silently for a long time. It took a long time to muster up the courage to take out a yellowed and old paper from the interlayer of the small drawer on the far side of the counter. business card.

... I hope that Uncle Liu hasn't changed his phone number yet, and at the same time, I also hope that his old man will not report to her father after receiving her news.

Lan Xuesheng pursed her lips. Holding the small piece of paper, she took a long time to grab the phone and carefully dialed the string of numbers.

The color bell with the style of middle-aged and elderly people rang three times, and the person on the other side quickly answered the phone.

"Hello, Zhezhi Silk Factory, how can I help you?" In the speaker, Liu Chengyi's voice was as gentle and clear as it has been for ten years, and Lan Xuesheng shuddered involuntarily when he heard the movement.

After so many years, every time she hears Uncle Liu's voice, she still can't help but doubt her life—the ghost knows how he, a tall man who loves martial arts, can have such a gentle and beautiful voice !
"Hello? Hello, are you still there?" Liu Chengyi, who hadn't heard an answer for a long time, couldn't help raising his voice slightly nervously. Lan Xuesheng heard the silence for a moment, and hesitated to speak softly: "Hello? Uncle Liu, it's me."

"I am Snow."

"Snow sound... oh, sound sound, you are low sound sound!" Liu Chengyi was slightly startled when he heard the words, and then suddenly realized where the call came from, so his emotions seemed to relax, and there were many voices in his voice. Three points of joy.

"Whisper, it's not a festival today, why did you suddenly remember to call your Uncle Liu?" Liu Chengyi said, his face suddenly became serious, "Did you encounter some trouble?"

"No, Uncle Liu, I run a piano shop by myself, and I am happy and carefree every day, so what kind of trouble can I encounter?" Lan Xue couldn't laugh or cry.

She didn't like to call Liu Chengyi before, because she was afraid of his overthinking nature. In the past, she even sent anonymous e-mails online for New Year's greetings—for fear of being caught by this old man.

"It's good that I didn't encounter any trouble." Liu Chengyi heard the sound, and then slowly changed the topic, "Hey, Shengsheng, what are you today..."

"Cough, then what, Uncle Liu, it's nothing serious," Lan Xuesheng lowered her head and coughed falsely, "I just want to ask you, do you have any left of the silkworm cocoons that were newly planted this year? I want to collect some top-grade silkworm cocoons ...make some strings."

"This year the Zhe trees are growing well, and we have harvested more cocoons than in previous years," Liu Chengyi mused. "The cocoons that can be used to make zither strings... There is really a small batch left. Shengsheng, how many do you need?"

"About one or two pairs of strings, about 120 silkworm cocoons will do, which is about [-] catties—you can just charge according to the market price." Lan Xuesheng pointed at the counter and did a quick mental calculation.

——After regressing, she really hasn't touched the strings for a few years. To be on the safe side, it's better for her to report an extra set of strings.

"I can still pick out about 150 catties, and send them to you, so you don't have to count the money." Liu Chengyi smiled, "How should I say, Shengsheng, you are finally thinking about it, and you want to return to the city with your skills. Is it on the piano altar?"

"No, don't think about it, I just saw that the two strings at home are a bit old, and I thought that the ones bought outside are not as comfortable to use as the ones made by myself... That's why I asked you to take care of me." Lan Xue The tone of the voice was slightly stagnant, "I don't mean to go back."

"Besides, Uncle Liu, I know that you are not short of this little money, but the workers under your hands may not care about it, not to mention that I am a junior, and it is not easy to take advantage of the elders, so we have to pay for it." One yard is one yard - 150 catties of silkworm cocoons is about 200 yuan and ten yuan."

"Wipe off a zero, seven thousand and two, and the ten yuan should be given to me for free by you—what do you think?"

"Okay, these days, who can have trouble with Brother Kong Fang!" Liu Chengyi smiled, "I just didn't expect that you are young, and you have a lot of rules when doing things. You are really the same as your father."

"I can't compare with him." Lan Xue laughed dryly, "But speaking of my dad, Uncle Liu, please don't tell him that I called you to collect silkworm cocoons—"

　This Uncle Liu is also a hidden sand sculpture, that is to say.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)