Chapter 141
Duoduo
"The ink is thick when the bone is cut, and the delicate hands fight through the five-color velvet. Thousands of stems are made, and they are even packed into cans and sold to take advantage of the river breeze."
To make a good handmade oil-paper umbrella, there are a total of twelve major processes and more than eighty minor processes, from bamboo selection, bamboo soaking to bamboo carving and drilling... mounting the umbrella, then decorating it, and drying it.
It takes an experienced craftsman about fifteen days to complete the production of an oil-paper umbrella.
Lu Sheige thought of letting Chen Pingan make oil-paper umbrellas because she felt that this boy was clever, careful and patient than ordinary people.
When making an oil-paper umbrella, whether it is calculating the length, width, height and curvature of the umbrella ribs, or making the diameter and spacing of the reed plate, only then can the umbrella ribs be perfectly embedded into the reed plate. When making these things, no mistakes can be made when using the knife.
In addition, boiling tung oil is also a very patient job. When the tung oil is boiled tender, it will not dry in the sun. When the tung oil is boiled too old, if it burns the pot, it means that the whole pot will be scrapped. Only when the oil temperature comes up, then it needs to be cooked slowly and slowly.
Simmer slowly until white strands can be pulled out, then the tung oil is considered ready.
In the hometown of his colleague, Lu Xiangge met an old man sitting by the wall with his arms and legs basking in the sun. Half of his face was burned and he looked very hideous. According to his colleague, it was because he was an apprentice when he was a boy and boiled tung oil.
At that time, the fire was too big, and it caught fire when I was lifting the pot, and my face was burned.
In fact, the old man had other injuries, such as his hands and arms.
It's just because I'm wearing loose clothes that it's not as obvious as on my face.
Lu Sheige made up a story about what he saw and heard and explained it clearly to Chen Ping'an. After making sure that he was determined to learn oil-paper umbrellas, he asked him to pick some green persimmons and bring them back.
Although an old master taught her every step of making an oil-paper umbrella, it might not be easy for Lu Sheige to make an oil-paper umbrella by herself.
She can only talk about many things, but when she actually does it, her hands-on ability may not be as good as that of an ordinary farmer.
There are also many tools. Because of these tools, each oil-paper umbrella can get twice the result with half the effort.
But it would be impossible for Lu Sheige to talk about and make all those tools. She could only come up with a rough idea, and the rest could only be filled in slowly while doing it.
The two spent an afternoon customizing some tools from the town.
Chen Pingan picked green persimmons, and Lu Xiaosi and Lu Xiaosi went to Lu Xiangge's room and began to learn how to make oil-paper umbrellas.
Lu Quan and his wife had no time to ask what they were doing. Lu Xiaoli and the other three wanted to ask, but Lu Sheige refused to tell.
Probably because they were afraid of failure, the two of them just closed the door and started working on the project, but they dared not reveal the news at all.
Lu Sheige was afraid that he would not be able to do it if the time came, and Chen Ping'an was even more afraid that it was Xiaosi's craft, and even his grandma and Chen Yaoyao refused to talk about it.
During this period, when Lu Quan went to town to buy things, he brought back a box for Lu Sheige. He said that someone had placed it at Ding Wu's stall and that he had given it to Lu Xiaosi.
There are four types of pastries in the box, pea yellow, mung bean cake, water chestnut cake, and chestnut cake.
These are all things Lu Sheige likes to eat.
Lu Shege was dumbfounded when he got the cakes.
How did Song Yunfei know that she liked these four kinds of pastries and bought them exactly the same?
Could it be that the former Xiao Shege also liked it?
Thinking of this possibility, Lu Sheige felt an unspeakable feeling in his heart for some reason.
It was as if something was obscured by the fog and could not be seen clearly.
What is it?
Lu Sheige was sitting under the eaves, with four boxes of cakes spread out in front of him and a money bag in his hand.
The money bag was also put in a box, but it was just a big box inside a small box, stuffed in a corner. As long as the box was not opened, no one could see that there was a money bag containing five hundred taels of silver notes inside.
Song Yunfei brought her four boxes of cakes and five hundred taels of silver notes.
The banknote must be the one she bought from the shop that day. Even the fold marks are the same. Song Yunfei probably bought this pastry from Nanyang.
Anyway, in the small town of Jiangjiaba, Lu Sheige had never seen such exquisite pastries.
"Xiao Wu, come here."
Lu Sheige waved to Lu Xiaowu, who was chasing the chicken in the yard.
The chicks were sent by Aunt Ding. Her old hen laid her own eggs and hatched the chicks in her own nest. Aunt Ding gave the mother chicken and eleven chicks to the Lu family.
Lu Xiaowu's biggest hobby now is running after chickens and plucking the mother chicken's tail.
"A lot."
Lu Xiaowu walks slowly and talks slowly. He can call people, but he can't shout clearly.
"It's brother."
Lu Xiuge took a piece of chestnut cake, crushed a small piece into Lu Xiaowu's mouth, "Does it taste good? Call me brother."
"A lot."
"elder brother."
"A lot."
The two of them were like children, facing each other in a serious manner. Brother Duoduo taught him until the end, and even Lu Xiangge was almost led astray by Lu Xiaosi, and almost blurted out Duoduo.
Lu Xiige could only give up and wiped Lu Xiaowu's hands. He broke open the chestnut cake in his hand, kept half of it for himself, and handed the other to Lu Xiaowu: "Eat slowly, don't swallow."
"Okay." This answer was very clear.
Lu Xiangge was momentarily doubtful as to whether Lu Xiaowu called her Duoduo on purpose.
On weekdays, Xiaowu is right to call his parents and sisters. Only when he calls his brother, he calls him Duoduo.
Lu Xiaowu happily took the pastries, sat obediently on the small chair his father had made for him, and took small bites of the snacks given by his brother.
He is a child with a very good temper. I have rarely heard him cry since he was a child. He only grunts when he is hungry and urinates.
Now that the Lu family has no shortage of food and drink, it is rare to see Lu Xiaowu crying.
The two little "brothers" are the most laid-back in the whole family. Everyone seems to have something to do. Even the children Li Canguan and Dongzhi were taken by the adults to build adobe bricks.
And Chen Ping'an, who has been obsessed with making oil-paper umbrellas for the past two days, has never come out since he entered Lu Sheige's room.
Sometimes I forget to eat and sleep during practice, and I have to call Chen Yaoyao or Grandma Chen to eat and sleep.
"A lot."
After Lu Xiaowu finished eating his snack, he stretched out his hand to show to Lu Xiangge.
He licked all the snack residue on his little hands clean, and his originally clean little hands were covered in saliva.
Lu Xiangge resignedly twisted the square towel to wipe his hands, and while wiping, he nagged: "Don't pull the mother chicken's tail, the mother chicken will bite you if she protects the chicks."
I don’t know if Lu Xiaowu can understand it, but whether he understands or not doesn’t stop him from nodding, looking like a good baby.
Lu Xiuge wiped Lu Xiaowu's hands and fed him half a cup of warm water. While doing this, Lu Xiaowu stood aside obediently, tilting his head and looking at the boxes in front of his brother.
"Can't eat any more."
Lu Sheige covered all the boxes, "You have to leave them for your parents and sisters to eat, you know?"
Lu Xiaowu nodded obediently and continued to play with his chicken and its mother.
Lu Sheige naturally went to her Brother Ping'an to study oil-paper umbrellas.
Chapter completed!