Nongmen Xianggong is a koi

Chapter 99 The old cow eats the tender grass

After trying to take a piece of bamboo strips out, Jiang Mixia looked at the thickness and shook her head, "It's still too thick."

"Is that blade tighter?" Song Jingyun asked, "How much tighter?"

"Try half of it tight first." Jiang Mixia didn't know how thin the bamboo strips she wanted to use at the moment, so she just tried it first.

The thickness of the neng bamboo raft knife has been set. After taking a slice, Jiang Mixia looked at the thickness and felt that it was not enough, so he continued to adjust the blade...

After adjusting it like this three or four times, Jiang Mixia saw that the thickness of the bamboo strips was almost right.

"It should be almost there." Jiang Mixia continued with such a thin bamboo strip.

"With such a thin bamboo strip, will the things weaved be too easy to break?" Song Jingyun had some doubts, "It can't hold anything."

The same material, thin, basically means not strong.

"It's not for weaving baskets." Jiang Mixia replied.

"It's not basket weaving, so what is it weaving?"

"Make a fan."

"Weaving a fan?"

"Yes, just like that, weave it into a thin and light fan." Jiang Mixia roughly gestured, "Try it and see if you can weave it out?"

"Yeah." Song Jingyun took the bamboo strips and wove an oval fan according to the simplest weaving pattern.

After editing, show it to Jiang Mixia, "Is that so?"

"Yes." Jiang Mixia took the fan in her hand and nodded first, "It's much lighter than the cattail fan, and it's comfortable to hold."

But then he frowned again, "But it's still not light enough, this bamboo strip needs to be thinner."

If it is a basket weaving, no matter how thin it is, it is absolutely impossible, but if it is weaving a fan, it can still be made thinner.

Song Jingyun understood Jiang Mixia's intention, and helped to adjust the bamboo raft blade together.

After another toss, finally the pieces came out, bamboo strips that can almost be described as thin as a cicada's wings.

Using such bamboo strips, Song Jingyun wove a fan that is extremely light to the touch, but strong enough and strong enough for wind.

"That's right, that's it." Jiang Mixia shook the fan again and again in her hands, feeling more and more satisfied, "It's easy to hold, and it looks much more delicate than the cattail fan."

Seeing Jiang Mixia holding a newly woven bamboo fan in his hand, all the apprentices in the workshop came to see it and try it out.

"Not bad, it's very light."

"It looks good too. It looks more delicate than that thick bamboo fan. It looks like a good thing."

"It's getting hotter and hotter these days. If we sell this fan, it will probably sell well."

"And the weaving method is also simple, but the bamboo strips are more difficult, and they need to be thin enough."

"It's not a big problem. Our bamboo knives have a fixed thickness, and the slices are all the same thickness..."

The guys are discussing here, and even those who finished today's work tried to make it up.

Simple and easy to use, and easy to close the edges.

Overall it feels good.

Jiang Mixia asked the workers to rush out some, preparing to send some samples to Zheng Ji when he went to the county in the next two days, and also prepared some to send to Zhao Ji and the tea garden, as a way of showing his heart.

Inside the workshop, it was busy again.

Song Jingyun made up Jiang Mixia's bamboo slaves in the evening after dinner.

Although the lady hugged him and slept well last night, he could tell that Jiang Mixia was really hot.

For my wife to sleep more peacefully...

Bear with it!

Song Jingyun sniffled, and when she lay down on the bed, she turned her back directly.

When Jiang Mixia got the Hsinchu Slave at night, she didn't think much about it. She just hugged the bamboo slave happily and fanned the new bamboo fan. If yes, how much should I bring.

By the time she thought about it, it was already late at night.

Yawning, Jiang Mixia closed her eyes and prepared to sleep.

But the little son-in-law at the side seemed to be squeezing towards her in a daze.

Jiang Mixia, "..."

He turned over and was about to push the little son-in-law to the side.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned his head, he happened to meet the head of the little son-in-law who was squeezing here.

"Bah…"

Jiang Mixia's lips touched Song Jingyun's cheek.

The little son-in-law's skin has always been good, white and delicate, and his face is smooth and smooth.

Not to mention, it tastes pretty good.

Moreover, the cheeks are so tender, the lips...

The little son-in-law has red lips and white teeth, and the summer night is hot, and the blood circulation will be faster, and the lips are more pink and tender, like plump cherries.

It's just... tempting.

Jiang Mixia wanted to lower her head and go for it.

But still hesitated.

I will be in my 40s in my two lifetimes combined. Wouldn't it be too old to eat tender grass for such a frivolous young man at the moment?

Thinking about it, I feel like I am playing a hooligan!
But then again, Song Jingyun seems to have said that he is already an adult in Interstellar, almost a hundred years old, and with his age here, he is completely a centenarian!

The little son-in-law is the old cow!

What's more, my husband's tofu can only be eaten by her, right?

Jiang Mixia made up her mind and moved forward.

I got my wish and ate cherries.

Delicate, soft, and slightly sweet...

Well, the taste is excellent.

Jiang Mixia tasted it for a while, then pushed Song Jingyun aside, hugged the bamboo slave and went to sleep.

When Jiang Mixia opened his eyes the next morning, he saw that Song Jingyun next to him had already woken up.

Sitting on the bed, touching his lips with one hand, thoughtful.

"Cough..." Jiang Mixia felt a little guilty, "What's wrong?"

"I had a strange dream last night." Song Jingyun's face was wrinkled into a bun, "I dreamed that a pig kept chasing me, so I ran quickly, but I couldn't outrun the pig, and was finally caught up by the pig."

"I was so scared that I was trembling, afraid that the pig would step on me, but the pig caught up with me and didn't step on me, but just gnawed on my face and my mouth. I tried desperately to scream, but I couldn't make a sound. The pig can't move me, and only wakes up after running away..."

"My lady, could this dream be real? Could it be that I was really eaten by a pig last night?"

Song Jingyun felt his lips were a little swollen after waking up, which made him feel as if the things in the dream had really happened, and he was full of worries.

Jiang Mixia, "..."

You are a pig, your whole family is a pig!
No, Song Jingyun's current family is her and her parents.

You, Song Jingyun, are the pig!
Jiang Mixia's face was almost distorted, but she still wanted to comfort Song Jingyun with a smile on the surface, "It's just a dream. Look at you sleeping on the bed, it can't be real."

"Furthermore, this dream is the opposite..."

When Song Jingyun heard this, his expression became even uglier.

The lady meant that he might run after the pig and then eat the pig?

It's even scarier, okay?

……

Because of this dream, Song Jingyun refused to feed the pigs in the small courtyard behind the house today, and even wanted to walk around the small courtyard.

　Today may be a day of debilitating spirits, halfway through washing in the morning, power outage and water supply, simply pack up and go out, the elevator is not working, ran down from the 31st floor, and then accidentally hit the index finger of the left hand, now it is swollen into a carrot ...

　　life is hard...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)