Life in a small village with quiet mountains and quiet waters

Chapter 70

After going back to the village for a stroll, there was nothing to do. Sicui still focused on her small vegetable garden, and it was well maintained. She was very happy to see Gu Siwei, and she pestered her brother for a long time.

After staying at home for a long time, Gu Siwei went to the factory. His stupid apprentice was still the same. Hu Yanqiu and her little sisters were also eagerly looking forward to Gu Siwei's coming, so they could eat delicious food.

The cheap cousin Wu Daorong will naturally go there, carrying a few pheasants and a half-grown wild boar in exchange for some money and cloth tickets, buy some cloth, and let Wu Meiling's sister-in-law make two summer clothes for herself and Si Cui clothes.

If someone asks someone to make clothes, Gu Siwei will naturally have to pay them, but Wu's sister-in-law will definitely not ask for it, so Gu Siwei pulled some more cloth, and the remaining cloth is considered wages.

After tossing around for a day or two and returning to the village, Gu Siwei arranged things. As soon as he entered the yard from Mrs. Wu's new home, he saw a bamboo chair and a very carefully woven small summer bed in the yard.

"Brother, do you see who is coming?"

Hearing the movement in the courtyard, Sicui went out of the house happily, and seeing Gu Siwei in the courtyard, the girl's mouth happily grinned to the back of her head.

"Master Zheng is here?"

How could Gu Siwei not guess, as far as the bamboo weaving method is concerned, not to mention the whole country, at least one slap in the face of at least ten miles and eight towns, and the only one who has contact with Gu Siwei is Mr. Zheng. Mr. Zheng's big name is Zheng Youcai, At this time, it is considered a long life. You must know that the average life expectancy in the whole country is estimated to be forty or fifty. People like Mr. Zheng are definitely old people.

The two brothers and sisters were talking when Mr. Zheng came out of the house, rolling a cigarette as he walked.

I saw the old man turn his hands over like this, put the cigarette roll to his mouth and lick it a little, a cigarette roll is made, and rub two fingers together, a cigarette roll is made.

"Comrade Gu, I've prepared two of the things you asked for." Mr. Zheng smiled at Gu Siwei, and after speaking, he lit his cigarette and started smoking.

"I saw it, it's beautifully done. It's so fast, I didn't expect...".

Gu Siwei looked at the small bamboo cooling bed in the courtyard, and was very satisfied. Gu Siwei slept on the ordinary small bamboo cooling bed when he was young, but this small bed is much more exquisite than his childhood.

Not to mention anything else, just talk about the way the bamboo strips are treated. The bed at home when I was a child had to be wiped with a towel after I bought it, and in some places I had to use sandpaper to pass it, otherwise the thorns of the bamboo strips would be stuck. people.

But the small bed in front of me is different. The bamboo is extremely thin, almost as thick as the charging cable of a mobile phone in the future. The cut surface is not rectangular, but with rounded corners. The arc angle of almost every strip you see is similar.

The foot of the bed is not whole bamboo, but five or six pieces of bamboo that are five to six centimeters wide are bent and baked, bent and baked into a shape, and then wrapped with the toughest bamboo skin, and then oiled after being wrapped.

Don't look at this small cot, two or three adults sleep on it, no matter how you turn over, the cot will not shake or squeak.

As far as this craftsmanship is concerned, Gu Siwei said that no matter how much white noodles are spent, it is worth it.

While Gu Siwei was looking at the bed, Mr. Zheng seemed a little uneasy.

The old man didn't doubt his own craftsmanship. He came here today to send things. The most important thing is to find out about Gu Siwei's background. I want to know if this person surnamed Gu has the strength he said.

That is to exchange food for his craftsmanship!
"Very good, very good, old man, I will follow this standard in the future, I am not afraid of waiting, I am not afraid of being late for a good meal. Oh, I forgot, I found you an apprentice, I will bring it here for you to see later look……".

At this time, Gu Siwei thought of Liu Dezhu, a silly boy.

Mr. Zheng didn't take the value of his craftsmanship seriously at all. In fact, not many people care about this kind of old craftsman. Live a little bit, and live a happy life.

"Can you let me see people, not everyone can learn this craft well."

Mr. Zheng doesn't care whether he teaches outsiders or not, but if he wants to recruit apprentices, he has to meet them. If they are too bad—well, he has to accept them too. How much food does Comrade Gu give a month?

The so-called meeting the apprentice is really nothing more than a symbolic mention by Mr. Zheng. What is the concept of food at this time? family.

"It's no problem, Sicui, go and see if your brother De Zhu is at home, if not, go to the shipbuilding side and check, if there is no one, ask Uncle Fulin to call, and say that I will find it for De Zhu Got a master."

Hearing his brother's call, Sicui took Xiao Pao and blew out like a small whirlwind.

After a while, Si Cui's voice in Liu Fulin's courtyard reached Gu Siwei's ears along the wind.

Gu Siwei smiled at Mr. Zheng and asked him to wait for a while. He got into the house by himself, and when he came out again, he had an extra cloth bag in his hand. The cloth bag was very torn and had been repaired several times, but inside Bulky is a good thing.

"This is what we said last time. You go back and weigh it. If it is missing next time, you can tell me that I will make it up for you." Gu Siwei said and put the bag at Old Man Zheng's feet.

Mr. Zheng stretched out his hand and lifted it lightly, and then he estimated the weight of the grain in the bag. He has been a farmer for most of his life. If he didn't have this ability, Mr. Zheng might as well wipe his neck. He knew that the bag of grain could only be heavy when he first started. It is impossible to be short of weight.

"I tried to look like I was two or three catties extra," Mr. Zheng said truthfully.

Gu Siwei smiled and said: "If there is too much, there will be more. Anyway, we men will have a long time to deal with in the future, and we don't care about this catty or two catties of grain."

"Then I won't be polite." Mr. Zheng didn't flirt with Gu Siwei either.

There is grain at his feet, and Mr. Zheng's heart is completely relieved at the moment. Now he is finally willing to believe that this half-grown young man in front of him really likes his craft. Not only does he like it, but he also has the ability to get food , this is a serious nobleman to Mr. Zheng.

Then the old and the young began to chat. What the two of them could talk about was naturally bamboo weaving. In addition to the normal things like stools and chairs, Gu Siwei also wanted the old man to make all kinds of dishes, baskets and so on.

Mr. Zheng is naturally very happy. The originally worthless craftsmanship can now be exchanged for food, not to mention that the price given by Gu Siwei is enough to live two or three people. It is not impossible to save four or five people.

At the beginning, Mr. Zheng was still thinking about how much this young man could understand, but as he listened, Mr. Zheng's expression became serious, because he had never heard of some things.

"This is the lampshade".

Mr. Zheng looked at Gu Siwei, his eyes clearly said: You are talking!Old man, I have lived such an old age. What kind of lampshade is it that I haven't seen?

Gu Siwei understood the look in the old man's eyes, but he really didn't want to explain, so he had to say, "Just tell me if you can make it up."

"There's nothing you can't make up here. If you want to make it up, I'll make it up for you." Mr. Zheng thought for a second, he just needs to do his own work, so why are there so many problems? Go to the ground to plan food.

"When will the box be ready?" Gu Siwei asked.

"I'll make it up when I get back. The things you want will take about a month and a half," Mr. Zheng said.

Gu Siwei thought about it for a while, and felt that it was about the same. After one and a half months, the property of his family's Yinsongya Gourd Valley would almost be laid out. When the new house was finished, these things would be a serious home. .

"Okay! Let's do it like this. When I go back, I'll get you another bag of grain, which is a deposit," Gu Siwei said generously.

Mr. Zheng laughed and said, "That's great!"

"By the way, Comrade Gu, can I trouble you to replace the food with whole grains, cornmeal or sorghum noodles?" Mr. Zheng remembered his plan when he came here.

"Change coarse grains?"

Gu Siwei was a little unable to turn this corner.

"Change coarse grains, you can eat longer."

Mr. Zheng didn't come here decades later. He never thought that when white rice and white noodles were eaten open, no landlord's house he had seen before would eat like this. After eating a meal of dumplings, there was a bit of meaty smell, and I dared not drink water for half a month, for fear that the smell of dumplings would be washed away.

Gu Siwei is not a bit embarrassed, but quite embarrassed. It’s not that he has no seeds. This kind of food is the staple food in the village. Now the fields in the village are all planted with corn and sorghum. It’s okay to play fresh for one or two meals, you let him eat these all day, not to mention anything else, his throat can’t stand it, wow, when the rough food is stuffed into his mouth, his throat is like a razor blade, he is not masochistic. Not interested in eating.

"I really don't have one here, you'd better find someone else to change it," Gu Siwei said.

"Really not?"

Mr. Zheng is a little skeptical: there is no cornmeal and sorghum noodles, and your boy’s house is made of white noodles and steamed buns every day?You are too good at boasting, maybe you are afraid that I will change too much, and you will suffer yourself?

Gu Siwei didn't know what the old man thought. Now Sicui's family always eats white pancakes and sauce made with diced meat. The embarrassment when he first arrived in the village has long been thrown to Java.

The two of them were staring at each other, thinking about coarse grains, when footsteps came from outside the yard.

When she looked up, she saw Si Cui, who was bouncing around, bringing Liu Dezhu over.

"Brother Siwei, are you looking for me?"

As soon as he entered the yard, Liu Dezhu saw Gu Siwei grinning, first greeted Gu Siwei, and then grinned at Mr. Zheng with a silly smile.

"So the apprentice you mentioned is Dezhu."

"It's good to know each other, can't you tell me?" Gu Siwei asked with a smile.

Mr. Zheng nodded: "Teach me."

"I don't want to learn to weave bamboo strips."

After discussing it twice, who knows that Liu Dezhu quit.

At this time, as long as a person has a good background, who wants to be a bamboo craftsman, so when Liu Dezhu heard about learning this thing, he immediately quit.

"What do you want to learn?" Gu Siwei glanced at him.

"I want to learn how to play with machines from you," Liu Dezhu said.

Gu Siwei is not interested in wrangling with this kid, let alone explaining to him that this skill will be enough for your kid to support two or three outlaws in a few decades.

"Go back if you want to learn, and tell your grandfather that you don't have to eat in the future," Gu Siwei said.

When he heard that he didn't need to eat, Liu Dezhu was a little dumbfounded.

"I'm not good at learning?" Liu Dezhu quickly admitted his cowardice, and when he remembered that he would never be able to eat again, Dezhu immediately became honest.

This kid is short-hearted, but he is not stupid enough. He knows that as long as Gu Siwei tells his grandfather, he must learn about it, so he just admits it.

"Small sample, learning a good craft is still pushing back and forth. If Si Cui is not a girl, it will be your turn to do this good thing?...".

Looking at Liu Dezhu's appearance, Gu Siwei went up and kicked him lightly, and scolded him a few more words if he couldn't understand his hatred.

(End of this chapter)