"Xiao Si, if you want green persimmons, I can pick them for you without spending any money."

Chen Pingan, carrying dozens of light wild persimmons on his back, still followed Lu Xiangge half a step away.

His family has been living a hard life, and Chen Ping'an is not willing to spend a penny if he can afford it.

"Then Brother Ping'an, let's go pick some and bring them back." Lu Xiangge looked back at the place where the little black girl was standing. The two siblings were no longer there. They must have walked away.

"When the time comes, I will teach Ping An a craft that can support the whole family."

"craft?"

Chen Ping'an was stunned, "That...that won't work. If you have skills, you should teach them to Uncle Lu and the others."

If a family's craftsmanship is not passed down from generation to generation, how can it be easily taught to others?

Lu Xiangge took half a step back briskly, walking in Chen Pingan's shadow: "Brother Pingan, don't you want to earn money to buy land and live in a big house so that Grandma Chen and Yao Yao can live a good life?"

Don’t want to?

Of course not, he only dreamed of it!

Chen Ping'an's face turned red: "I, I thought."

"That's fine. When you go back and pick the green persimmons, I'll teach you how to make an oil-paper umbrella."

Lu Xiangge wanted to pat Chen Pingan on the shoulder to reassure him, but when he raised his hand, he realized that he was more than a head shorter than others.

Even if I wanted to take a photo, it would be too laborious!

"Do... do... make oil-paper umbrellas?" Chen Pingan didn't believe what he heard, "How do you know how to make oil-paper umbrellas?"

This kind of craftsmanship is not something that ordinary people can master.

Xiaosi is still so young, where did he learn this?

How did I learn it?

Lu Sheige was stunned by Chen Ping'an's question. When she saw two girls selling wild persimmons in the town, she remembered using wild persimmon paint to make oil-paper umbrellas. For a moment, she even forgot how she could do it.

Yes, it was during her internship in her senior year that she and her colleagues went to her hometown during the National Day.

My colleague’s hometown is in the mountains. Their village has been making oil-paper umbrellas for generations. The small village is surrounded by wild persimmon forests.

Cut off the stems of green wild persimmons, mash them with a dui nest, then wrap the mashed wild persimmons with gauze, press them with stones and let the juice drip into the basin.

This is persimmon lacquer, also called persimmon oil. I heard that oil-paper umbrellas made with persimmon oil will not penetrate the back of the paper when the paper is soaked in water.

She felt it was so magical at the time that she spent the whole holiday following the old craftsmen and even made an oil-paper umbrella with her own hands.

She had not finished the oil-paper umbrella when she left because the entire process would take about fifteen days. She stayed in the mountain village for six days and only made a rough outline.

I don’t know who bought the oil-paper umbrella later or whether it was cherished.

Chen Ping'an didn't know what Lu Sheige was thinking, and still asked: "Xiaosi, how come you know so many things?"

Lu Sheige was a little hesitant this time. How could she have so many things?

At that time, she was learning to make oil-paper umbrellas, and her hands were cut several times. Her colleagues said that she had nothing to blame. She had watched her grandfather make oil-paper umbrellas since she was a child, and never thought of making one herself.

They study hard and go to college just to get out of this small mountain village. They will never inherit the old skills of their ancestors.

My colleague said at the time that there was no point in learning it. If he had the time, he might as well play a few games with me.

There were four people who went to visit her hometown with her colleagues, but she was the only one who followed the old craftsmen seriously and took every step of making an oil-paper umbrella by herself, hoping to make an oil-paper umbrella of her own.

Her other colleagues only spent some money and bought two or three handfuls each and said they would give them away.

Colleagues also asked her why she had to learn every step of the process?

At that time, she only felt that she should learn it, but she couldn't explain why she should learn it.

Everyone thought she was interested, but she knew that there was a voice in her heart urgently telling her that you must learn every process.

"Could it be that I learned it just to teach you?" Lu Sheige said to himself.

Lu Sheige didn't know why he suddenly thought of this. As long as he thought that she had traveled here, it turned out that there was a warning somewhere, and he felt like the hairs on his body stood up.

Who is she and why is she here?

"What?" Chen Pingan didn't hear clearly what Lu Xiaosi said for a moment, "Xiaosi, what did you say?"

He turned to look at Xiao Si beside him, only to see Xiao Si walking quickly in front of him and not answering his question.

Chen Ping'an didn't notice Lu Xiaosi's face turned pale instantly. He was still thinking that if Xiaosi taught him how to make oil-paper umbrellas, he would learn hard and then he would share some of the money he earned from selling oil-paper umbrellas with Xiaosi.

Xiaosi had already told him that Aunt Lu taught the Ding family how to make braised pork sausages and would send money to her family every month.

Shopkeeper Li also made a profit when he helped Ye Pier sell eel cages.

Aunt Lu also taught the chef from Lai Fushun how to cook a long fish feast, so she got the land in Xiaoxinzhuang.

If Xiaosi teaches him how to make an oil-paper umbrella, he should share the profits with Xiaosi.

The two of them were walking in the street one after another with their own thoughts.

When passing by Yihong Building, suddenly a fork holding up the window fell in front of Lu Sheige, missing Lu Sheige's head by just one step.

Lu Sheige raised his head and saw a beautiful and charming face emerging from the second floor of Yihong Building.

The beauty's eyes were filled with affection, and she was lying half-lying on the window with her chin on her head, revealing a large piece of snow-white breasts: "Little brother, could you please hand me the fork? I'll treat you to tea and snacks."

The scene in front of him inexplicably reminded Lu Xiangge of the scene when Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing met.

It's a pity that she is just a child wearing shabby linen clothes, not the elegant and elegant Ximen official who lives in Yushu.

Looking at the beauty upstairs, this scene is somewhat inconsistent.

Lu Sheige didn't move, but Chen Pingan did. He pulled Lu Shege away, stood in front of her and bent down to pick up the fork pole.

Lu Xiuge: "..." Brother Ping'an didn't expect you to be such a person!

Chen Pingan bent down to pick up the fork pole, took two steps, and placed it next to the door of Yihong Building.

He turned around, pulled Lu Shengge forward with a cold face and said nothing.

He was tall and had long steps, and he walked fast and hurriedly, making Lu Xiangge stagger.

Looking back, they could still see the beauty lying by the window waving to them.

Lu Xiangge's almond-shaped eyes curled up, and he showed a sweet and harmless smile to the beauty. He quickly gathered his body and mind and started to trot along with Chen Ping'an's pace.

"Kekeke..."

The beauty lying by the window couldn't help but laugh out loud when she saw the pitiful appearance of Lu Sheige being dragged away.

Qiao'er, who was cleaning the house, heard the sound and poked his head out from behind the beauty: "Who is the girl looking at?"

Seeing Lu Sheige walking away, the beauty looked back with waning interest: "Look at a fun little thing."

"What little thing?"

Qiao'er waited for the beauty to go away and curiously went to the window, just in time to see Dr. Xie from Xie's Pharmacy across the way going out to see off guests.

She couldn't help curling her lips and muttering to herself, not knowing what the girl was looking at Dr. Xie.

He's just a poor doctor, he's pretty good-looking, but he doesn't want to spend money to see the girl, he's not even willing to buy rouge pollen.
Chapter completed!