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Chapter 21 The net is closed and the fish is caught! (Please collect and subscribe)
The stove was turned on, and the orange flames jumped back and forth in the iron stove, burning a large iron nail red.

The old man picked up the iron nail, put it on the anvil, and banged it into a small flat iron piece. He put it in the stove and burned it again. Old Chengtou picked up a small hammer and banged it. got up.

Sun Jianping sat aside and watched the old man burn the iron nail again and again, beat it again and again, and finally beat it into a thin iron wire one millimeter thick and more than two meters long!

The old man held the wire and wrapped it around his wrist. He wrapped it a few times and smoothed it out, then threw it into the stove with a smile on his face. "It's okay, I haven't lost my skills! Come on, Jianping, let's practice making two sickles first."

Following the old man's instructions, Sun Jianping took out a large steel piece from the adobe house that he didn't know where. It was one centimeter thick, one and a half meters long and ten centimeters wide. It seemed to be the rear axle spring plate of some kind of load-carrying vehicle.

"Have you never seen this thing before? It was left behind by the little devil back then. It has been used for many years, and there is still a lot left..."

The old man threw the steel plate into the furnace and burned it until it was red-hot. Then he picked it up with iron tongs and placed it on the chopping board. He held an iron chisel in hand and cut the heavy steel plate into pieces, and then put them into the furnace for calcination one by one.

The little devil's thing was hard and strong enough. The old man was so tired that he was sweating profusely, so he finally knocked off a few pieces. Sun Jianping couldn't stand still, so he squatted down to help him blow the bellows.

The flames jumped up and soon burned a steel plate into orange. The old man took out the steel plate and placed it on the anvil. He held it in one hand for who knows how many years. The handle was polished and shiny. The hammer jingled, although the sound was not loud and the rhythm was not fast, but every time it hit, it left a round dent in the hard steel plate.

After a while, the one-foot-square steel plate was hammered into long strips. The old man nodded with satisfaction, picked up a sharp ax, placed it on the steel strip, and struck hard.

Dang Dang!

The long steel pieces were cut into steel bars of about ten centimeters and thrown into the earth basket next to them, steaming naturally.

Sun Jianping looked a little confused. Is this old man blacksmithing or practicing his craft here?

"You don't understand, iron is made of thousand-layer skin, and such a good steel mouth is ruined by a sickle..." The old man picked up another pitch black iron lump, heated it red and pounded it until it became a long strip. , then folded the iron piece in half, picked up the steel bar just cut and stuffed it in.

Steel clamping process!

It turns out that this is how the ancient method of forging sickles was done!

Sun Jianping slowly pulled the bellows and watched with interest as the piece of iron writhed and changed under the old man's hands. After a while, it turned into a black sickle head that was round on the outside and curved on the inside, like a crescent moon.

Old Cheng handed the still-steaming sickle head to Sun Jianping and pointed to the whetstone in the distance that had been ground into a "U" shape by the years, "Please use your hands and sharpen this knife. "

"Yeah!" Sun Jianping nodded, picked up the still hot sickle head, moved a small horse and sat next to the whetstone, scooped some water and sprinkled it on the whetstone, brushed it a few times, and the blade was attached The black rust skin was worn away, revealing the smooth and white blade.

The knife was quickly sharpened. Old Cheng took it and threw it back into the stove without even looking at it. After it was red-hot, he picked it up with iron pliers and quickly put it in the sink aside, holding the blade close to it. It touches the water and keeps turning.

The flaming red blade made a squeaking sound when it came into contact with the water. White steam came out of the water tank. The red-hot sharp edge turned black again after being quenched. Old Cheng smiled and said, "Keep sharpening!"

"It's done!"

After grinding off the rusty skin again, a sharp sickle appeared in Sun Jianping's hand. He rolled up his sleeves and lightly slashed the hairs on his arms. The hairs fell down one after another. He nodded with satisfaction, it was very sharp!
The naughty bay-red horse barked again, and Old Cheng waved his hand, "Jianping, go and get busy. I can finish this work by myself."

Sun Jianping nodded, pushed the door open and walked out of the house. A burst of cold air hit his face, making him shiver.

The bay-red horse shook its head and swung its tail playfully, looking very excited. Seeing Sun Jianping approaching, it deliberately opened its big mouth, pretending to bite him.

He smiled and pinched the red horse's ears, picked up the brush and combed the hair of the dozens of horses, then went to the cowshed behind, scooped out the cow dung for the more than 20 cows, and pushed it to the cowshed with a wheelbarrow. Next to the dung pile.

At this time, Cao Chungui was wielding a hoe to dig into the dung pile. When he saw Sun Jianping coming over, he stopped, spat on his hands and wiped them. Then he grabbed the hoe again, and with a clang, he dug out a large piece of frozen dung. Bing Tuo.

"Did Jianping catch any fish in the net he lowered by the river?" Cao Chungui laughed, and Sun Jianping also laughed, "I'm sure I can catch it. I won't be able to catch any fish before I take action."

"That's good. If you catch the fish, I'll take advantage of you!" "Brother Jianping, give me one too!" Xiao Lu interjected. This child is two years younger than Sun Jianping. He is thin and small, and his eyes are always chattering.

"Okay, when I catch a fish, I will send one to every household!" Sun Jianping patted his chest proudly!

"Then we, young and old, are all waiting for your fish!" Zhang Ziyi led his three sons and came to the dung pile with pickaxes. They wanted to dig up the dung pile that had been accumulated for a year before the Chinese New Year. Open it, put the dung on it, and spread the dung into the ground as fertilizer before next spring.

Although it is already the slack season for farming, the hardworking people of Ermajia have never been idle for a moment.

"Uncle Zhang, just watch!"

Sun Jianping pushed the wheelbarrow and entered the cowshed again. Zhang Ziyi looked at his back, narrowed his eyes, and tried to remember what fish tasted like.

I haven’t eaten it for so long that I forgot about it.

Tomorrow morning, she was going to set up the net. Xiao Wuyue was so excited that she couldn't sleep. She gestured with her little hands, "My brother caught such a big fish. I'll eat, eat, eat. I'll be full and my belly will be round!"

"How can there be such a big fish!" Sun Jianping smiled and pinched her little face, and Cao Xingwen also came to help, "My sister is so angry again. She said that if she can catch a fish as big as the sky, the whole village can eat it for a lifetime. Can’t finish it.”

"If there really is such a big fish..." Sun Jianping put his hands behind his head, "Then it wouldn't be people eating fish, it would be fish eating people, haha!"

"I'm not afraid! I asked dad to shoot it with a gun!" The little girl rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue, "Bang, the big fish just lay down and stuck out its tongue!"

Sun Jianping was amused by the quirky little girl and said, "Okay, okay, go to bed early. Get up early tomorrow and go set up the net with your brother!"

"Yeah!" Xiao Wuyue pulled off the patched quilt and closed her eyes, "Whoops, I'm asleep. I'll sleep until dawn! Let's eat fish tomorrow!"

"Go to sleep!"

Sun Jianping said with a smile.

The night in the mountain village is quiet, and the wind outside the window is also quiet. Only the snoring of Uncle Cao on the bed is like the thunder of summer, louder and softer, continuous.

Sun Jianping was also thinking about whether there would be a harvest tomorrow. It was the first time for him to draw gourds and ladles to imitate other people's winter fishing, and he was also very nervous.

Forget it, forget it, if not, find a place to sell the bear bile, at least you can get two hundred yuan!

With the support of bear bile, Sun Jianping suddenly calmed down. He also pulled up the quilt and closed his eyes.

When it was just dawn, Uncle Cao got up and faced the cold morning air. He carried the dung basket on his shoulder and a sharp pickaxe in his hand and went straight to the Gulu River.

The hole in the ice dug yesterday had long since frozen to death. He circled around the river, then lay down again and squinted one eye, trying to see how many fish were caught in the big net underwater.

"What are you doing, stealing fish!" Sun Jianping shouted, which startled Uncle Cao and stood up, "You brat, let's make trouble with your uncle too!"

"Haha!" Sun Jianping laughed so hard, "Uncle, have you seen how many fish are caught in the net below?"

"You can't see anything in the black Gulongdong..." Uncle Cao handed the pickaxe to Sun Jianping. Sun Jianping took it, rubbed the handle of the pickaxe that was already covered with a layer of frost, rounded it, and made a clanking sound against the ice!
The net is closed!
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