Who understands? I took the library with me to farm

Chapter 33 Making a Paper Kite

He thought he was being open-minded and keeping things quiet, but others didn't think so. If he walked around the Liang family when he saw them, they would think it was the Feng family who felt guilty.

Li Huahua spoke uprightly: "Dad, you can't say this, people stepped on our heads and pooped, so what? You still stand firm and wait for her to finish pooping?"
  I think the third brother and sister and Xiao Xier did the right thing this time! It's a pity that I'm not here. If you dare to mess with me, you will definitely make them look good! "

Feng Dazhuang looked at her lovingly and patted her shoulder gently to signal her to calm down.

He smiled innocently as he ate his buns. His mouth was too busy to make a speech. He must have been on his wife's side.

Mrs. Feng Liu couldn't bear to see the old man's way of not wanting to take care of things but not daring to take responsibility, so she looked at him askance.

"You old guy, you farted in the coffin - you are so weird. The boss and his wife are not rude. We have done nothing wrong and we are not afraid of confronting you face to face."

Feng Erzhuang: "That's right, just punish them. How do you think our Feng family is easy to bully? The two men from the Liang family are always very energetic when they meet a few of us. I scare them to death every time." rash!"

As he spoke, he put down the bun in his hand, made a fist with his right hand, and shook his fist, which was twice as big as the bun.

Feng Qinkui was speechless and had no choice but to eat silently, blowing out two breaths from his two big nostrils like a cow's nose.

He Miao: Eat yours quickly, the big steamed buns are so fragrant that they can’t even shut your mouth!
  These wild vegetable buns are really fragrant, the dough is fermented just right, elastic and chewy.

Most of the wild vegetables used for stuffing are shepherd's purse. This kind of vegetable is called "licorice among vegetables". It is very fragrant. Chopped and mixed with lard, it is suitable for both meat and vegetables. It is neither bland nor greasy.

When the meal was over, not even a single bun was left on the table.

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The warm spring sun shone into the Feng family's small courtyard. He Miao slept very well. She got up and drank a ladle of cold water before going to the backyard to water the flowers.

Watching the soil silently absorb water, the dry soil gradually becomes moist, like crushed Oreo cookies on top of moist ice cream.

Most of the flowers she planted have already sprouted buds, and their budding momentum gives people a feeling of hope.

The weather was nice today, so she took a few deep breaths.

The ancient countryside was great! The environment is not polluted by chemical products and automobile exhaust.

Inhaling fresh air into the lungs completes the circulation and purification of turbid air, and the whole body and mind feel relaxed.

Things in the fields have been very busy recently, and the Feng family has begun its first round of farming slack. The men do not have to go to the fields all day long. They only need to take turns to watch the seedlings, kill insects and irrigate them every day.

Today, Feng Qinkui brought three or four cornmeal pancakes and went to the shop to forge iron. He had accumulated a lot of work before, most of which were repairing or custom-made farm tools from the villagers. He could do it alone.

The eldest brother and the second brother got up early, ate a few pancakes, and then went to the ground.

Feng Erzhuang only went to work for half a day, and in the afternoon he went hunting in the mountains to see if he could harvest a few pheasants, hares and other little guys to add to the dishes when he came back.

He loves hunting from the bottom of his heart. During the busy farming period, he didn't touch a crossbow for a while, and his hands were itchy.

Chen Xiu'e still stayed behind closed doors, and no one could persuade her. Mrs. Feng Liu was in a good mood recently, so she went along with her. She took her eldest daughter-in-law and her daughter to weave bamboo baskets, and waited for the seedlings to finish watering the flowers. Let her make it up together.

This kind of quick and low-cost handiwork is often done by women in the village. If you make more of it, you can take it to the town and sell it for money to supplement your family's income. Bamboo is cut back by the men from the mountains between the beginning of winter and the beginning of spring.

Bamboo in this season has strong toughness and hardness, and is not prone to insects when stored. The most important thing is to cut it according to the season, so as not to destroy the growth cycle of the bamboo in the coming year. It can also be regarded as the intelligent environmental protection concept of "sustainable development" of the ancients.

Select suitable bamboo, peel off the outer skin and boil it. This will make the outside of the bamboo soft and easy to bend, and the internal structure of the bamboo will be tighter and stronger, making it less likely to break when used in the future.

After cooking, dry it, cut it to an appropriate length according to the size of the basket to be woven, and sharpen both ends to facilitate cross-weaving.

Weaving baskets is not difficult, as long as you prepare bamboo strips, follow the formula of "one piece, two bends and three crosses", and pay attention to maintaining tightness and uniformity after each round.

He Miao completed the task assigned to her by her mother-in-law and thought about what to do with the remaining bamboo strips.

She was very happy to see Yuen Long and his nieces and nephews writing and drawing on tattered paper all morning. She couldn't help but think of a poem she had learned when she was a child: "The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky... I'm busy taking advantage of it." The east wind releases kites."

Spring is the most suitable season for flying kites. Why not make a few kites, paste Yuen Long paintings on them, and fly them in the countryside.

Just do it!

First split the bamboo strips, neither too thick nor too thin. They must be split into long and symmetrical lengths to make the skeleton. Then use sandpaper to polish it back and forth several times to increase the roughness, that is, the friction, so as not to make the paper surface fall off if it is too smooth.

Silk was the best to make paper kites, but it was too expensive and could not be found in the whole village. Ordinary oil paper was too small. In the end, my mother-in-law rummaged through the cabinets and sponsored a few large pieces of oil paper for wrapping smoked bacon.

There was no ink on the oil paper, so He Miao asked Yuen Long to draw what he liked on the white paper, such as swallows, puppies, kittens, butterflies, etc.

Huandi and Dabao also joined in the fun. They waved their little hands, their little palms were covered with ink, and they printed on the paper to "draw" a unique handprint collage. It was so cute!
  He Miao cut the oil paper into a suitable size, then pasted the paintings of the three people flatly on it. The paste was mixed with flour and water, and the paper was firmly adhered to the bamboo frame.

Finally, use a wire reel to wrap a circle of cowhide hemp rope to make a lead, and fix one end to the frame. After confirming the balance, pull to adjust the angle.

In this way, the playful children of the Feng family made three small paper kites that were not very standard but very interesting.

"Oh! It's so beautiful! This is my handprint!" Dabao happily held the newly made object and dangled it in the sun.

"Little aunt, when are we going to release the kites?" Hua Di asked, raising her head.

He Miao thought for a while and said, "Auntie will take you on a spring outing! How about it?"

"Okay! Okay!" The two children jumped up with joy.

"Okay, just wait patiently while I cook something delicious. After that, we'll set off!"

There was nothing extra to do at home today, so Mrs. Feng Liu frankly agreed to let them go out. She asked Xiao Xi to go with her, in order to relax her daughter, who had been busy recently and was very nervous.

Feng Xiaoxi agreed with a smile, two small pear dimples appeared on her chubby round face.

Everyone went out to play, and Li Huahua was not jealous. She just wanted to lie on the kang and laze when she had the chance. She was happy and comfortable without her son Dabao around.

He Miao took Feng Xiaoxi into the kitchen and started preparing picnic food boxes.

(End of this chapter)