Rebirth Space Farming

Chapter 242 Strange Acquaintances

"It's a total of 6 yuan. This time I really trouble you. According to the rules, I have to send it to Manager Mao. Today is Friday, and he should be in the factory. There is a No. [-] bus outside the supermarket, and I will take it to Fang Street." Get off at the station, and you just send the money there according to the address." The cashier of Wujunzi's mat put the money just counted into a plastic bag, then wrapped it in a black bag, and finally put it in In a handbag left over from a supermarket promotion.

Compared with the scorching summer, the business of Wujunzi mats is still running lukewarm. Although it is not as good as new mats such as buffalo leather, there are always some people who like handmade and old-fashioned mats, so the business is still good. good.

Every afternoon, the cashier would hand over the money to Mao Dazhu, but she had something to do this afternoon, so she took Xiao Xian to send it over.
I heard that Mao Dazhu didn’t understand Xiaoxian in the factory for a while. After thinking about it again, Mao Dazhu also said before that the mats of the five gentlemen are all made by hand. The factory he said is probably the processing center for weaving mats. up.

After selling the mats for a week, Xiaoxian also has some understanding of the processing of mats. The mats of the Five Gentlemen are well made, but I heard that the output of the wisteria mats with the best workmanship is not high. There is only one mat in more than half a month. The above is the star product of Wujunzi Flower Art.

In all big cities with subways, the sight of thieves has shifted to the subway.Therefore, the bus routes are relatively less safe and less crowded, which also reduces the risk of money being targeted by thieves as much as possible.

This road will run 365 days from the downtown area of ​​the city to the quietest corner of BJ City. On the No. 6 bus, there are only two passengers, and Xiao Xian is one of them.

After hearing Fangjie, Xiaoxian got out of the car, followed the address and turned a corner, but she didn’t see any factories nearby, so she had to pass the address to a passerby, and after inquiring about it, she walked another Secluded alley.

I didn't see any signs of Mat Factory or Wujunzi Huayi, but at the end of the alley, there was an open door against the wall, with a sign "Fangjie Nursing Home" hanging on it.

Next to the sign is the brief introduction of the nursing home: Our home is a welfare institution for the elderly under the BJ Civil Affairs Bureau.Since its establishment 20 years ago, the hospital has mainly provided comprehensive medical care and life care for the lonely elderly in BJ City and the retirees of enterprises and institutions who have difficulties in providing care at home.At the bottom of the introduction was a date and time, which indicated that it was the spring of [-].

If he hadn't seen this sign and brief introduction, it would be hard for Xiaoxian to realize that this house covers an area of ​​less than three acres, and the walls are blocked by the simplest bricks and tiles. It is far away from the suburbs, and there are no convenient measures next to it The building is connected with the nursing home for retired cadres.

Xiaoxian touched the open door with her hand, leaving a handprint.

The paint on the door is still wet, and the door is open to dry the paint.

Stepping through the gate, in the quiet old people's home, as soon as you enter the gate, you can see a few tall and straight green paulownia trees between the buildings and courtyards.

Several birdcages were hung under the green paulownia tree, and several green-haired and yellow-topped parrots danced in the cages from time to time.

The brightly red and yellow cannas are spitting out their pistils, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines between the cannas and the parrots. There is a natural fragrance of grass and bamboo in the air.

"Old Zhao, do you think your hand is faster or my chopping knife is faster?" In the courtyard of the nursing home, there are several elderly people in their 70s and [-]s. One of them is weaving mats, about one third of which are made. .

The old man was wearing a well-washed T-shirt, moving his fingers between the slender strips, pressing his fingers on the increasingly dense strips from time to time.The ends of the strips are joined together to form regular rectangles. After each strip is woven, the old man who weaves the mat will pick up the iron ruler and pat it hard on the surface of the strips that have been woven a few times, so that The strips become closer together. .

"Old Zhou, don't be complacent. Just your hands, which had a stroke the year before last, can't compare to my chopping knife." The old man splitting bamboo saw that he was younger and stronger than the weaving old man, Beside him is the sawed moso bamboo.After picking out a suitable length of moso bamboo, the old man who split the bamboo strips aimed the chopping knife on the moso bamboo tube, and beat it on the ground a few times. Moso bamboo is split into hundreds of strips.

After splitting the bamboo strips, it is not finished, you have to use a pickaxe to scratch the rough bamboo strips a few times, and then compare it with the previously made bamboo strips to see if the thickness is even. Mats are woven for beauty and durability.

There are more than one group of old people with such a division of labor in the whole yard. They may be in groups of two or two, or in groups of three or four. Each of the old people is busy making bamboo mats, straw mats, and linen mats.Everyone was so engrossed in the competition that they didn't notice someone walking in the door.

"Hey, Xiaoxian, what are you doing here?" Hearing the screams, Xiaoxian looked up at the balcony upstairs. Mao Dazhu was holding a clothes rack in his hand, and was patting cotton seeds that had been drying for a day. It is to put away the quilt.

"Uncle Mao, I'm here to give money," Xiaoxian waved the supermarket shopping bag in his hand.

After finishing speaking, a group of people cheered up from the side, and the old people who were busy with work surrounded them and asked in a hurry: "Is this a new employee from the mat shop? The mat is sold? Sell it?" How much did you pay? Is the bamboo mat I wove the best seller?"

"Go to the side, just your presbyopic eyes, you can sleep on the mat you made? You don't feel shivering," the old people didn't let anyone else, and it was Mao Dazhu who ran down from the upstairs and coaxed the old man to leave. up.

Now Xiaoxian finally understands that the source of the five gentlemen's mats is actually such a group of old people, Mao Dazhu is too exploitative, right?

"Give me all the thoughts in your mind, your uncle, do I look like the kind of person who picks skins?" Xiaoxian's expression betrayed her thoughts, and Mao Dazhu could only beat her with a clothes hanger up.

The idea of ​​using a nursing home as a mat processing factory was the idea that Mao Dazhu suffered a mild stroke more than ten years ago and paralyzed his left leg. Because he didn't want to hurt his son and daughter-in-law, Mao Dazhu held his temper and asked someone to find him. This Fangjie Nursing Home.

At that time, it was because Fang Street was far away from the urban area, the environment was quiet, and the medical staff were all from BJ, so they lived here.

"After living here for a short time, in order to recover my left leg, I walked around the yard from time to time. As I walked around, I met an old man who weaved bamboo mats. The old man boasted that his ancestors made imperial mats for Empress Dowager Cixi. Yes, you also know that I was originally a bamboo planter. I was interested in bamboo products, so I learned to weave bamboo from him. I don’t know if weaving is good for the body and mind. I had an inspiration before. Seeing the effect of our bamboo weaving, many elderly people in the nursing home followed suit, and later, it became what you see today," Mao Dazhu said of the past, with a tone that seemed It is the momentum of a leading fashion master.

"Is that wisteria mat made by the old man who taught you how to weave bamboo mats?" Xiao Xiangang wanted to tell those enthusiastic old people, especially those who weaved straw mats and bamboo mats, that straw mats and bamboo mats are not popular now. Now, others think that the straw mats are not beautiful enough to spread on the bed, and others think that the bamboo mats always pull their hairs when sleeping. Of the more than 4000 turnover, Ziteng mats accounted for half of the amount, and the rest was linen mats. It is a bamboo mat or a straw mat.

"The old man is 20 years older than me. If he is still alive, he can be on the news. He died ten years earlier." The old man was sad, "The old man who weaves the wisteria mat is upstairs. That guy used to be a national cadre, but he was very particular. He said that the yard was so hot that he could smell bird droppings, so he hid upstairs alone. .”

The people who come to Fangjie Nursing Home are all retirees. Except for a few people who are truly lonely, most of them still have families and children. When the legs kicked, no one knew.

Now there are many nursing homes with good conditions and equipment in the city, so some retired cadres with good conditions have moved there. Of the retired cadres who stayed in Fangjie Nursing Home, only the old man Mao Dazhu mentioned was the old man.

Xiaoxian really had a good impression of the wisteria mat, so he picked up Mao Dazhu and took her to the old cadre who weaves the wisteria who enjoys exclusive treatment.

There are two buildings in the nursing home, one is the canteen and activity room, and the other is the dormitory for the elderly.After reaching the age of [-] or [-], the elderly like to live on the first floor and the second floor. Healthy elderly people share a room with two people, and they have their own separate shop. If there is any movement in the middle of the night, it is better for the clinical staff to call for doctors and nurses. personnel.

But this old man weaving wisteria lived on the northernmost side of the fourth floor, and slept in a room alone. He said that it was quiet there, and he didn't have to hear the sound of the bed next door tossing and turning. only requirement.

"Old Yu, did I bring someone to see the mats you made?" The memory of the elderly in the nursing home has declined to a certain extent, so greeting each other is very simple, and they like to call each other by their surnames.

No one answered in the room, Mao Dazhu asked again in embarrassment, but still no one answered.

After a while, Mao Dazhu thought that something had happened inside, so he hurriedly turned the doorknob and went in.

Xiaoxian followed closely into the door, and when she saw the door panel, she saw the word Yu Shanyang, which probably was the name of the old man who lived in this room.

The name seemed familiar, and when Xiaoxian was about to take a second look, the door was closed, and in the room where the western sun could not come in, a woven wisteria mat covered the entire room, and on the upper right of the mat, sat a .

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