A soft-waisted educated youth has sex with a loyal dog and a rough guy in the 1960s

Chapter 1017 This is it
Everything was ready. Lu Miao waited until the water on the stove boiled before he picked up a dozen silk cocoons and threw them in to cook them with chopsticks.

Fu Jingyou was watching from the side, and when he saw that she didn't need anything further, he picked up the sharp pole carrying rice and went down to the field to find He Hongjin.

Let’s talk about the back door of the kitchen.

The water boiled for seven or eight minutes, waiting for the cocoons to be cooked through. Lu Miao used chopsticks to pick up the silk ends of the cocoons and pulled them off.

Then gather the silk from a dozen silk cocoons together and wrap it around the part where the fan handle joins the fan frame a few times to secure it.

After finding a comfortable angle, she gripped the handle of the fan and kept spinning it around.

The silk is very thin, but after winding more than ten strands together for half an hour, the silk gradually begins to have a vague satin feel.

Lu Miao gained a little confidence, calmed down and continued to entangle.

During this time, Xiao Baichuan woke up from his nap, ran over barefoot and rummaged through the cloth bag on the ground.

Baichuan held the cocoon in his little hands and played with it. He squatted beside his mother, tilted his head back, and asked in a childish voice:

"Mom, what is this white thing?"

"This is a silk cocoon, which is the little house made of silk by the silkworms that my mother raised in front of me."

"Silkworms can spin silk to make small houses, right?"

"Yes~"

"Then I will spin silk to make a small house, a big house for my mother to live in!"

Lu Miao touched Bai Chuan's little head, raised the corners of his lips and smiled:

"Okay, Mom will wait for the big house in Kashiwa!"

Baichuan grinned, his chubby face showing a bit of shyness, and left a faint saliva mark on his mother's arm.

It seems like it really wants to spit out silk.

After a whole afternoon of joking around, the round fan that Lu Miao was tinkering with gradually took shape.

The silk is wound smoothly and has a lustrous luster, and the effect looks pretty good.

Lu Miao was greatly encouraged. After dinner and washing up, he couldn't help but sit in front of the kerosene lamp and work overtime to continue winding silk.

But things weren't so smooth afterwards.

It was almost finished, but something went wrong.

The fan surface, which was wrapped quite smoothly in the front, suddenly bulged and wavy patterns appeared.

Lu Miao was confused for a long time, and only discovered the problem after careful inspection.

Although the silk in the front is wound smoothly, the silk in the back is wound too tightly, and the contraction of the fan frame causes the silk in the front to become loose.

At this point, the fan is basically wasted and can no longer be kept.

Lu Miao sighed and put down the fan dejectedly.

Fu Jingyou stood behind her and supported the table:

"what happened?"

Lu Miao showed him the fan.

Fu Jingyou lowered his eyes to look and also found the problem:

"How did it become like this? Can it be fixed?"

"It's my first time, so I have no experience..."

Lu Miao puffed his lips, looking quite frustrated and annoyed:

"It's definitely impossible to remedy this. I have to start over tomorrow..."

Fu Jingyou put his arm around her shoulders, nodded and patted her in a soothing tone:

"If you're tired of playing with it, just stop. If you still want to play with it, I'll find time to make a few more fan frames for you tomorrow... It's late now, go to bed first."

"Ah."

Lu Miao twisted his sore neck, straightened his chest, and moved his shoulders, back, and spine.

She nodded obediently, cleaned the table and stood up slowly.

Fu Jingyou waited until she took off her coat and lay down before blowing out the kerosene lamp.

When it comes to pursuing his interests, Lu Miao can probably be described as a man of action.

Although yesterday's fan was scrapped, there was obviously a high probability of success in the production process.

So, after finishing his chores the next morning, Lu Miao couldn't wait to start making it again. This was also the first time for Lu Miao to make a silk fan.

She didn't know what specific problems she might encounter, so she could only slowly summarize and adjust based on her personal situation.

She was careful to avoid problems like yesterday, but she had only wrapped the thin silk a few times when the sound of a bicycle was heard in front of the door.

I looked up and out the window, and it turned out to be Hu Zhiyuan coming over.

Lu Miao simply dealt with the fan frame, then put his things down and got up to leave.

Outside the door, Hu Zhiyuan parked his bicycle and shouted:

"Girl! I think I found what you want. Can you see if this is it?"

"Let me see?!"

Hu Zhiyuan came at the front of the car carrying a small backpack.

Lu Miao took the small backpack and took a closer look. There were a few pieces of cactus in it, and indeed, he could see some mottled white spots.

She stretched out her hand in delight to grab it, but Hu Zhiyuan tried to stop her and said:
"Girl, be careful! Even though this thing doesn't look very impressive, it will hurt if you get pricked by it!"

Hu Zhiyuan was the first victim.

When he pulled out those pieces of cactus, he didn't take it seriously.

As a result, my hands felt painful and itchy during the ride, and I scratched them all the way.

He stopped to look and could vaguely feel some small thorns.

But to find where the thorn is, you really need some good eyesight.

Hu Zhiyuan didn't have the patience to deal with it, so he could only scratch it when it itched.

"okay, I get it!"

Lu Miao said with a smile, turning his head to look at the door, and finally carried the basket to the steps under the windowsill and poured out all the cacti.

There are not many "little white spots" on the cactus.

Hu Zhiyuan came here on a bicycle, and the road was bumpy, so many of the "little white dots" had collided and shattered, revealing different shades of red.

It is definitely cochineal!

"That's it, that's it!"

Lu Miao was overjoyed and asked quickly:
"Where did you find this? Are there any more there? Are there many?"

She asked three times in a row, which showed how anxious she was.

Hu Zhiyuan scratched his forehead and said hesitantly:

"This bug doesn't seem to grow much. I've had a cursory look around the cacti, and all I can find is here."

"what?"

Lu Miao was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head to look at the cactus on the steps.

There are four petals on the cactus, and the cochineal insects are sparsely distributed on each petal, not too many, and they are all very small.

Even the cochineal insects that died and formed black scabs on it took up more space...

Generally speaking, cochineal has a strong reproductive ability.

But Lu Miao understood after thinking about it.

At that time, the environment had not been polluted and the ozone layer had not been damaged.

Although the summer here in H Province is hot, the temperature is actually okay.

However, for cochineal insects, the autumn and winter temperatures in H Province are still not suitable for survival most of the time.

The cochineals that can survive under such natural conditions are a minority among the minority.

It rained heavily a few days ago, and I guess some of the limited amount was lost...

Lu Miao felt regretful and helpless, but there was nothing he could do.

Lu Miao picked at the black scab on the cactus and twisted it open with force, leaving dark red marks on his fingertips.

She thought for a moment, then reached out to Hu Zhiyuan and asked:
"What about these dark brown scabs? Are there any left on the cactus over there?"

"There are still some of these hempy ones, how come this one can also be used?"

Lu Miao nodded, carefully avoiding the small thorns and put the cactus on the windowsill.

"It's hot this time, so the water evaporates quickly. If we collect it in time, it should still be usable... Are you busy this afternoon? If not, take me over to have a look."