Moreover, Qiu Ji was able to open a shop in the county town for so many years, and his business has been prosperous, and he has quite some means in many things.

Seeing this, Niu Er took a step back and laughed twice.

Then, the soles of his feet were oiled, and they jumped without a trace like a mouse.

"Disgusting thing." The guy spat on the ground, explaining to others, "Next time I meet such a person, just drive him out and don't mess up our Qiu Ji's place!"

Jiang Chunshi didn't know what was happening outside, so he was following Chang Yong'an to select the unloaded wood and started working hard.

Niu Er ran away in panic until he couldn't see Qiu Ji. He then breathed a sigh of relief and held a tree and was breathing there.

"Jiang Chunshi, this turtle-eight calf..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard a "clang" sound, and a big tree branch of the tree that Niu Er held suddenly fell down.

It hit his head straight on the instep.

Niu Er was vaguely heard the sound of a bone breaking, and he was stunned at first, then screamed like a pig.

The street is getting more and more lively.

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Gimmixia has also been quite busy recently.

Busy to draw puppets for Qiu Ji.

Based on the principle of service first, Gimmixia planned to use mud to make three-dimensional shapes for the carving master of Qiu Jina.

But being a clay doll is not that simple.

What is the soil quality and the amount of water added will have an impact on the final product.

Jiang Mixia dug some soil from the field, and tried to dig some soil under the roots of the tree at her doorstep. She even dug some from the small slope to try, but the results were not ideal.

Just as he was worried, Jiang Chunyu came, carrying a small bamboo basket, excitedly entered the yard, "Sister Six, I've found a baby for you, look."

Jiang Mixia stretched out her head to take a look.

Inside the bamboo basket, there was a lot of soil.

But the color looks different from the usual soil, it is a little yellower, and the touch feels different from the usual soil.

"This is..." Gimmixia looked at it and touched it again and again, nodding with certainty, "This should be clay."

"Where did you dig this soil?"

"In the wasteland near the river, we used to dig this soil to play with mud. The clay man made from the pinch was stronger than the soil from other places. I thought that if my sister sixth sister used this soil to make a clay doll, she would dig some, so she dug it up." Jiang Chunyu replied with a smile.

"Then you have really helped me, and I'm worried that I can't find the right soil."

Clay is a soil with less sand and strong viscosity. Because moisture is not easy to pass through, it has good plasticity. On weekdays, clay used for burning pottery and porcelain are basically all kinds of clay.

Gimmixia didn't know much about being too professional, but it was enough to make these clay puppets for displaying Qiu Ji.

"You have really made great contributions." Jiang Mixia praised Jiang Chunyu, "When I go back this time, I will buy you the red bean cakes in the county town for you."

"Thank you, Sister Six."

After digging a basket of soil, you can get red bean cakes. Jiang Chunyu's eyes narrowed into thin slits when she laughed.

Since there was clay, Jiang Mixia did not stop and drank water and started making clay mud.

Jiang Chunyu felt that he had dug a basket of soil and got the red bean cake. It was too advantageous for Jiang Mixia, so he helped me with the mud.

The clay made of clay feels much better than ordinary clay. Jiang Mixia followed the pattern and pinched the cute little tiger on the pattern with a big head, a small body, and a cute and cute tiger.

The tiger's pattern is a set of pictures, some are smiling, some are angry, some are dozing off with their eyes closed, and some are cute and cute...

Because of the differences in micro-expressions and movements, it is not easy to make these mud dolls and make them vivid.

Even though Gimmixia often pinched soft ceramic dolls to relieve stress in modern times and was quite familiar with these things, it felt quite consuming to make these clay dolls.

After working hard for an hour, I just made a finished product.

Because of the fact that it is too exhausted to concentrate on doing something, I have to stop and drink a tea and take a break.

Jiang Mixia poured a cup for Jiang Chunyu and reached out to greet him, "Come on, take a break, and have a drink of tea."

"Okay." Jiang Chunyu put the completely unformed mud embryo in his hand on the ground, went to wash his hands, and then came to drink tea.

When doing this series of movements, I was dejected and had no energy at all, like an old man.

"What's wrong? I'm so uninspired." Gimmixia took the fruit for him to eat.

Song Jingyun was greedy and had a wealth of life at home. Jiang Mixia bought a lot of dried fruit candied fruits in the town to prepare them. Now she ate dried apricots and sweet and sour tastes.

Jiang Chunyu took it, but he didn't eat it. He just sighed, "This mud doll is so difficult to make. I tinker with it for an hour and nothing was done. It's so annoying."

"Is it difficult to make mud dolls?" Song Jingyun had just woven a small bamboo basket. Seeing Jiang Mixia and Jiang Chunyu talking here, she leaned over.

"It's very difficult to do." Jiang Chunyu bit the dried apricot, and Qiu Dashen looked like he was bitter. "I feel it's even harder than a torch."

"But the torch is very simple..." Song Jingyun tilted her head.

Jiang Chunyu, “…”

He didn't want to answer this, even though he hadn't even a fish came up.

"Or why should my sixth brother-in-law try it too?" Jiang Chunyu suggested.

Song Jingyun is very good at fishing, is very good at fighting rabbits, and is also very good at weaving baskets...

It seems that nothing can stump him.

I wonder if it will be very good to make mud dolls.

Jiang Chunyu was really curious and wanted to see if Song Jingyun could really learn anything quickly, so she pulled Song Jingyun over, "You can try it out with your sixth brother-in-law, maybe it's a good job?"

"Then I'll try it." Song Jingyun was not very sure, and hesitated when she sat down.

After carefully looking at the patterns drawn by Jiang Mixia and the clay doll she made, and then trying the feel of the clay mud, Song Jingyun started to pinch it.

After a cup of tea, Song Jingyun held the clamped mud doll in her hand for Jiang Mixia and Jiang Chunyu to see, "Is this OK?"

It was made by imitating the little tiger that Gimmixia just squeezed.

Her appearance and expression cannot be described as exactly the same, but she is also the same. Even the finishing touch of Jiang Mixia can make it vividly according to the one she pinched.

The only difference is that it is one size smaller than the one that Gimmixia just pinched.

"Not bad." Jiang Mixia looked at it carefully and gave Song Jingyun a thumbs up, "It's very good!"
Chapter completed!