Dad's Pastoral Life

Chapter 5 Bamboo Basket
The big yellow dog ate the loach heads and chicken bones dropped on the table, eating them loudly and enjoying themselves.

After a meal, several people ate their stomachs round and hiccupped non-stop, very satisfied.

Farmhouse, small courtyard, fragrant wind, game, this is the most authentic mountain village scenery.

Cheng Shi wiped his greasy mouth and said aftertaste: "Heizi, your cooking skills are really good! You look like a professional chef!"

Cheng He leaned on the trunk of the ginkgo tree, blowing the breeze, and said leisurely: "It's okay, let's try it out."

"Hey, as soon as I say you are fat, you immediately get gasped!"

"What? Is this table not prepared well?"

"That's not true. The dishes are well prepared. And I know that the seasonings I brought are limited. If you bring more, you will definitely be able to prepare better."

"Let me tell you, it's not just because of the seasoning, the ingredients are also not very ideal. The pheasant is not very good, it's a bit too firewood. The loach is also a bit smaller. The hare is okay, fat enough and fresh enough." Cheng He commented by himself.

Cheng Shi burped and said, "Hey, don't think it's called a pheasant, that is, ordinary hatchling chickens thrown away in the mountains, how can it be a real pheasant! These days, pheasants and hares are almost extinct. It’s not the same with loaches, they can’t wait to grow up before they are dug out.”

There was a cool breeze, and two young people who hadn't seen each other for a long time were chatting under the tree. The years of separation did not weaken their friendship.

After eating leisurely under the tree like this, blowing the cool breeze, it is really the most comfortable thing.

Cheng Xinxin felt sleepy after lunch, and had already fallen asleep in Cheng He's arms. The sun shone through the branches on the top, casting spots of light down.

The big yellow dog was full, squinting his eyes and sitting next to Cheng He, wagging his tail constantly, sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground, feeling comfortable and comfortable.

Cheng Xinxin had a dream, rolled over in Cheng He's arms, and called "Mom" softly.

Cheng He rubbed her head gently, patted her back slowly, his face was full of fatherly tenderness.It's just that there is an indescribable meaning hidden in those bottomless eyes.

Thinking of the benefits of the Venus in his body to his body, he concentrated on it secretly, and decomposed a golden halo from the Venus, and quietly passed it to his daughter.

He is willing to give her all the good things in the world.

Cheng Shi rested for a while, then went home.

After taking a nap, Cheng He thought about the wild Ganoderma lucidum he saw earlier, and wanted to make some tools to dig it back.

He went to Cheng Shi's house to borrow a hatchet, and went to the other side of the mountain to chop some bamboo and come back to weave a bamboo basket.

Cheng Xinxin happily followed them into the mountains, and the big yellow dog followed behind them in step.

Cheng He looked at the hair on the big yellow dog, and asked, "Xinxin, why did you make the big yellow dog's hair like this?"

Cheng Xin smiled smugly, and said like offering a treasure, "This is the braid I made for Nana."

"What? Take it?" Cheng He was taken aback.

"Yes, I gave it a nickname. Come here, take it..." With a gesture of the little hand, the big yellow dog took a step forward very cooperatively, and put its head on her little hand, making the little girl laugh coquettishly.

Cheng He raised his forehead, and it was probably because Xiao Nizi saw him calling the big yellow dog "Napoleon", so she directly simplified it to "Na Na".

I don't know if Cheng Xinxin's physical fitness has improved a lot because of the Golden Light Circle.Now I followed up the mountain to cut bamboo, and I didn't feel tired after walking for so long, let alone Cheng He.

It was a miracle.

It was Cheng Xinxin's first time walking this kind of mountain road, and she screamed everywhere she went. After a while, she was excited when she saw a cuckoo, and she was also excited when she saw a pangolin. The mountain was filled with her innocent laughter.

There was a large field of wild flowers blooming in the valley ahead, and a dozen butterflies were dancing on it, which fascinated her.

"Dad, look, there are so many butterflies!" The little girl exclaimed excitedly.

The sun shone on her face, refracting a pink luster, and her dark pupils, as excited as ink, radiated a moving light.

This is the most precious innocence in the world, Cheng He looked at it fascinated.This is the most precious gift God gave him, and he can give her everything he has.

Cheng Xinxin looked at the dancing butterflies obsessively, and couldn't help stretching out her hand to say hello, "Butterfly, butterfly, come here, come here..."

Seeing her raising her hand, Napoleon thought she was calling her, and hurriedly raised his head to lick her little hand.

Cheng Xinxin chuckled and said, "Stupid, stupid, I didn't call you."

She continued to reach out to wave to the butterfly, smiling excitedly, revealing sweet dimples on her cheeks.

Cheng He was surprised to see that those butterflies really flew towards her, whether they listened to her words or what.

More than a dozen butterflies flew towards her and landed on her head, shoulders, hands, and clothes. Their wings were still flapping, making Cheng Xinxin so happy that she didn't know what to do.

Cheng He wondered, what happened to these butterflies?
Regarding this strange phenomenon, Cheng He's only conjecture is that he once passed the golden light for his daughter, and it may be that these golden lights attracted the butterflies.

Although he felt that this explanation might be a bit far-fetched, he couldn't find any other reason at all.

Cheng Xinxin walked toward the bamboo forest with a dozen or so dancing butterflies on her back. These butterflies didn't fly away, and they didn't fly away until they were too far away from the field of wild flowers.

Very strange.

Cheng He chopped down a few bamboos that were almost thick, and then went back with his back on his back.He planned to weave a bamboo basket, which would be useful when he went to dig ganoderma in the mountains.

The verdant mangosteen has a high water content and is very resilient, and the weaved things are very practical.

The technical work of bamboo weaving was still very popular in mountain villages 30 years ago.At that time, people in the village would weave something in their free time and bring it to the town to sell for money.

But now, all kinds of cheap and lightweight plastic products are flying everywhere, and people no longer need bamboo products, so that bamboo weaving is now a rare skill.

Cheng He learned to weave some things from his parents when he was a child. It was too difficult, but there is no problem in weaving a simple bamboo basket.

After cutting down a few bamboos, you can tie them up with bamboo branches and leaves, and you can walk with them on your back.

Cheng He found that his strength seemed to be much greater than before.

A few fresh bamboos with thick bowl mouths are carried on the shoulders, and there is no feeling of strenuous effort.This is something weighing more than 100 kilograms.

Cheng Xinxin enthusiastically suggested to Cheng He: "Father, why don't we raise a panda at home? Because pandas love to eat bamboo."

Cheng He gave a "poof" smile, this girl really dared to think, pandas are national treasures, who would dare to raise them?
After chopping the bamboo and carrying it back, Cheng Xinxin sat on the small stool and watched Cheng He cut the round and thick bamboo into thin slices with a bamboo knife, thinking it was amazing.

She looked at Cheng He adoringly, and then probably felt that she should be able to do it herself, so she said to Cheng He: "Dad, let me do it, let me do it."

Cheng He couldn't help but laugh. Children under four years old are curious about everything they see.

He handed the bamboo knife to Cheng Xinxin and asked her to try it herself.

For a child, a bamboo knife is not light.Cheng Xinxin only had two hands to hold the bamboo knife steady, but this way she had no hands to hold the bamboo tube steady.

The bamboo tube was lying obediently on the ground. Cheng Xinxin used both hands to lower the bamboo knife, causing the bamboo to roll to the side.Cut again, and roll again.

Cheng Xin shouted impatiently, "Dad, hold it down for me, it keeps running away."

Cheng He laughed loudly, and pressed the thick bamboo tube on the ground as he said.Cheng Xinxin saw it right, held the bamboo knife in both hands, and chopped it down with all her strength.

This knife cut the bamboo knife to the bamboo, but she didn't have the strength to pull it out.

Cheng He cheered her on: "Xinxin, work hard, come on!"

The little girl mustered the strength to feed her baby, her face was flushed, and she couldn't pull out the bamboo knife.When she used both hands, she finally pulled out the bamboo knife, but she couldn't hold it back because of too much force, and sat down on the ground.

The little girl wanted to cry as soon as her mouth was flattened, and she said in a sobbing tone: "It's too bullying, this is not fun at all."

Seeing the little master wrestling, the big yellow dog rushed over like a dog, and hit her on the head, wanting her to get up.

Cheng Xinxin just fell down for no reason, and was getting angry, so she slapped the big yellow dog with a slap: "It's all your fault, go away."

The slap wasn't heavy, the big yellow dog could bear it, but it couldn't understand the little master's words, and looked at her in a daze.

Cheng He picked up the bamboo knife and started chopping the bamboo again.

Cheng Xinxin stopped clamoring to split it by herself, and sat quietly on the small stool to watch, while gnawing on the fruit Cheng He picked from the tree by the mountain, it was sour and sweet, and her mouth watered.

In the evening, when Cheng He's bamboo baskets were almost finished, Cheng Shi came again, carrying a fish.

Seeing Cheng He busy with bamboo weaving, he was surprised and said: "Heizi, you still have this skill! This can catch up with the exhibition, and the handwork is so meticulous. Young people don't like to learn this now. By the way, why are you weaving this?" Huh? You need to go to my house to get one."

People in the mountains have the habit of going to the mountains to collect wild vegetables and medicinal materials. Almost every family has various bamboo baskets, which are convenient to use.

The so-called relying on the mountain to eat the mountain.

While busy with his work, Cheng He said: "I don't have anything to do anyway, I mainly compiled it for my daughter, let her read more, how good the craftsmanship handed down by our ancestors is, and let her develop the ability to do it herself. habit."

"Cut." Cheng Shi smiled and said, "Young people don't learn this anymore, but you let your daughter learn it."

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