Farmer Fubo is open for business

The drawings are painted with human figures, birds and beasts, butterflies, leaves, houses, mountains and many other shapes, and the names are also noted.

Changan suddenly became interested and wanted to give it a try immediately.

Chang'an, I'll give this to you too. Lu Jingzhou handed over a thick book: I saw that you were very good at drawing puppets, so I found a painting book for you to copy.

Chang'an hesitated for a moment, then took it: Thank you very much.

It just so happens that I started to learn painting skills. With this painting book, Little Goldfish will break down many painting books from it. Then just pick the painting style you like and learn it.

The noodles are ready, come here. Song Sanshun set the small dining table under the persimmon tree and brought out various side dishes.

Such as fried minced pork with sour cowpeas, cornel and shrimp in spicy sauce, salted eggs, cold spinach, braised roe deer meat, etc., the table is full.

Later, Mrs. Wu brought out five more bowls of noodles. The noodles were sprinkled with chopped garlic leaves, sesame oil, pepper and balsamic vinegar. Just the smell was delicious.

The five people sat down one after another, each holding a bowl of noodles and eating.

After finishing the morning meal, Mrs. Wu put away the dishes, Song Sanshun went out to dig the well as usual, and Lu Jingzhou and Wu Zhonglou went back to their new residence to study.

Chang An sat at the small table and played with the jigsaw puzzle for a while, then took out the painting book given by Lu Jingzhou and looked through it.

Huahua lay lazily at her feet, brushing her little master's calves with her tail from time to time.

At this time, Song Baqi came over with a large bowl and said with a smile: Chang'an, let's see what grandfather brought you?

Chang'an blinked, feeling that his grandfather's smile was somewhat flattering.

It's pig's trotters. She answered affirmatively.

Song Baqi nodded and said lovingly: Chang'an is so smart. Grandpa stewed it last night. It's pulpy. Come and try it.

Chang'an touched his belly and felt that he could still eat a little, so he nodded.

Opening the clay pot, a strong aroma suddenly wafted out.

Taking the chopsticks handed over by his grandfather, Chang An ate a piece. The bones and flesh separated and melted in his mouth. It was very delicious.

Chang'an couldn't eat anymore after eating another piece, and said to Song Baqi: Grandpa, you should eat too.

Song Baqi smiled: Grandpa has eaten. In fact, he ate two steamed buns with the soup and was very full now.

Chang'an asked Grandpa to sit down and asked, Grandpa, how is your straw weaving business?

Song Baqi nodded: It's good. Salesmen and vendors often come to pick up goods. I don't go to the market anymore.

His little granddaughter taught him many kinds of straw weaving, not only birds, insects and small animals, but also shoes, bags, boxes, baskets, fans, etc. He could earn two or three thousand dollars a month, which was enough for him to live on.

Moreover, Sanshun often sends some rice and flour. Even though he has no fields now, he is still living very well.

The only thing that bothered him was that Mrs. Zhao still came to be attentive from time to time, either to ask for help or bring a bowl of wonton dumplings.

So Song Baqi usually didn't open the courtyard door very often, and only knitted straw in the courtyard. Occasionally he went out to cut some grass or fetch two buckets of water, but he always avoided Mrs. Zhao and his old daughter.

However, now he doesn't even have to cut the grass. Song You's eldest son often leads a few teenagers to help him cut the grass and pile it up at the entrance of the yard, which makes him deeply moved.

Song Baqi knew that they only helped him for the sake of his son and granddaughter. If he got involved with the Zhao family again, the villagers' attitude towards him would probably return to the original point.

Grandpa, let me teach you how to weave a straw hat out of wheat straw. Chang'an said seriously, Because there will be no grass in winter.

Song Baqi nodded quickly, feeling extremely moved.

After all, she is her own granddaughter who is connected by blood, and she plans everything for herself.

Chang'an Deng Deng ran to pull a handful of wheat straw, put it on the small table, peeled off the outer layer of grass leaves, leaving only the stems, soaked them in warm water, and then braided them into a long braid.

Trim the burrs from the braid and roll it flat with a rolling pin.

The next step is to plate the hat.

But at the same time as it is coiled, it needs to be sewn and fixed with needle and thread.

In fact, there are also hat markets selling this kind of hats, but many people don’t know how to make them up.

This time it was demonstrated by Chang'an, and Song and Ba Qi suddenly became enlightened.

I was worried that I wouldn't be able to find grass as raw materials in the future. After all, after autumn, people like to harvest all the grass growing in the wild and use it for burning stoves. Now I don't have to worry.

Now that the summer harvest has not long ended, many people have piles of wheat straw, and the price is not expensive. You can buy two or three large straw piles for just a few dozen coins.

Moreover, wheat straw can not only be used to weave straw hats, cake baskets, and fans, but can also be used to weave steamers, dolls, pigs, and sheep, etc. During the July Festival, there are many people buying these.

Chang'an, why do you have so many people? Song Baqi couldn't help but ask.

Chang'an: Yuyu taught me that.

Song Baqi wanted to ask who Yuyu was, but held back.

It seems that I asked this question last time, and a boy said he was Chang'an's master.

Two hours later, Changan knitted a hat and put it on his head.

Mrs. Wu ordered two more bowls of noodles with two eggs on top for Song Baqi and Chang'an to eat.

Song Baqi finished the noodles without raising his head and went home with a handful of soaked wheat straw.

The sun was blazing in the sky, and people were sweating like rain, but many people gathered by the pond in the village.

They all come to fetch water, and they don't stop from morning to night.

Most of these people are from other villages, and two groups are still residents of other villages.

They drove a donkey not far away for more than ten miles to collect water. There were two large baskets hung on the donkey's back. In the baskets were buckets with lids, water bags and bamboo tubes.

Is this really treating the water in Songjiacun as a sacred spring for healing?

Song Baqi shook his head, turned around and was about to go home when he suddenly saw his step-wife Zhao coming in a hurry with a bucket. She squatted down by the pond to get a bucket of water, picked it up and left.

Immediately afterwards, a child from Songjia Village saw it and shouted loudly: People from Zuo Village are not allowed to steal water!

Old Zhao turned around and glared: I'm not from Zuocun!

Children from Songjia Village:

Mrs. Zhao hurriedly carried the water home and said to her son who was sitting on the edge of the kang: Jizu, mother will boil water for you to take a bath now. Don't worry, your legs will definitely be fine.

Since her son drank the water from Songjia Village, his health has really slowly improved.

But the recovery of his legs was slow. The doctor said that it would take a hundred days for his muscles and bones to break and he should be allowed to rest slowly. Although he will not be able to run or jump in the future, he will definitely be able to walk.

Therefore, Mrs. Zhao would go to Songjiacun every day during the hottest time at noon to steal water for her son.

Because all the Song family villagers had gone home for a lunch break at that time, and only a few playful kids were guarding the pond.

Song Yufeng sat on the bench and took a massage, looking at her eldest brother and mother coldly, thinking about something in her heart.

Since her life has plummeted, the thirteen-year-old girl has been hit hardest.

Her beautiful dress was gone, as were her hairpins and jewelry. Her mother-in-law had used them all in exchange for money to show her eldest brother her legs.

Now she doesn't dare to go out wearing patched old clothes, for fear of meeting her former little sisters and being laughed at by them.

But even if the cat stays at home and doesn't go out, people still laugh at her.

This person is Cuihua, the daughter of Widow Cui.

They used to be good sisters, but when their family fell into trouble, they moved into Cuihua's house again, and their relationship instantly became subtle.

Fourteen-year-old Cuihua often bosses her around, and often ridicules her for being squeamish and stupid, not knowing how to do anything, and being greedy.

Calling a girl greedy is as shameful as calling her a thief.

Song Yufeng couldn't bear this kind of anger, so she immediately retorted, saying that her mother had hooked up with her eldest brother, and now she wanted to eat swan meat and wanted to marry her eldest brother as a stepmother.

This stirred up a hornet's nest. Song Yufeng was not only slapped by Zuo Cuihua, but also scolded by her eldest brother and mother for being ignorant.

Only then did Song Yufeng realize that she was no longer her mother's precious daughter.

Just wait! One day you will regret treating me like this! She swore in her heart and glared at her mother and eldest brother. (End of chapter)