marriage is natural

Chapter 295 Like the new skill

The old lady was fine, since she was discharged from the hospital, she habitually took a nap every afternoon.

He Wei didn't say much, brought a basin of warm water over, and carefully washed the old lady's face and hands. After she felt a little dry, she even applied some antifreeze and anti-cracking old-fashioned cream, and then persuaded and helped her to go. bedroom.

"Grandma, take a nap. When you wake up, I'll cook rice milk for you. This time, we won't drink red beans and rice. We'll drink black beans, black rice, and black sesame. Drinking it can make people's hair black."

"Okay, okay." The old lady was so coaxed by her, the bad things at lunch were temporarily dissipated, and the little granddaughter took off the cotton-padded clothes and trousers, lay down on the bed, closed her eyes and took a nap. Take a nap.

He Wei carefully helped her tuck the corner of the quilt tightly.

Fearing that the old man would be cold when he got up, she wrapped Mrs. Tang who was covering the bed into a cotton padded jacket and folded it next to the pillow. Seeing that the sun was shining too brightly through the window, she gently closed the curtains.

After finishing this, he turned around and saw that the old man had already closed his eyes and fell asleep. He tiptoed out of the room and closed the door behind him.

As soon as she left, the old lady opened her eyes, and there was moisture in her chaotic eyes.Looking at the drawn curtains, he stared at them for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.Finally, he took a long breath of relief, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep for real.

He Wei left the old man's bedroom, breathed a sigh of relief, one is done, and there is another one.The rest is more difficult.I once heard her father chatting at the dinner table, the most stubborn person in Lao He's family is not He Boss or He Lao Er, but the old man.If he wants to get angry, it not only means that the matter is overwhelmed, but also means that he should not think about it in a short time.

He Wei came slowly to the eaves of the hall, where the old man was sitting there smoking a pipe and sulking.

He Wei looked around and saw a few moso bamboos lying in the yard that had been dragged down from the mountain before lunch. She didn't change the topic completely, but was really curious: "Grandpa, what are you going to do with these moso bamboos?" ah?"

The old man was interrupted by his little grandson, and he looked up and said: "The big farmer in Wangjia Village asked me to weave some rice baskets. I thought there was a leak in the rice sieve at home, so I decided to weave them together."

Speaking of this matter, the old man didn't waste time smoking dry cigarettes, patted his thighs and got up from the bench, took a machete, and went to the yard to chop strips.

He Wei squatted aside and watched, helping out a little from time to time.

For example, throw the side branches and bamboo roots cut by the old man to the corner of the yard to dry, and use them to light the fire and the stove after drying, and nothing is wasted.

Another example is to make a pot of tea for the old man, put it on the square stool under the eaves, and serve a cup of hot tea to the old man every half an hour.

When the old man drank the first cup, he felt the same as the old lady's previous psychological feelings. He felt that it was ironic, that the eldest grandson was ignorant, and the younger grandson was obedient.But after drinking the second cup and the third cup, I couldn't help laughing, looked at my little grandson and said, "Grandpa is not thirsty, you don't need to run around pouring tea and putting it in the cup, if you are really thirsty, grandpa will I told you. If you are really okay, help grandpa take these under the eaves and use them later."

He Wei blushed for a while.She was just afraid that the old man would be thirsty. During the Chinese New Year, even though the sun was on, the north wind was still quite cold on the body. Drinking a few sips of hot water from time to time could warm him up. She didn't expect to be disgusted by the old man.But when she saw the split strips, she rolled up her sleeves and carried them under the eaves swiftly.

The old man chopped the remaining moso bamboo into strips, and then washed the handle, mainly because he wanted to go to the toilet. After being fed so much tea by his little grandson, his bladder function is already very strong. .

But before he could sit down, the little grandson came out with a cup of steaming and dark stuff in both hands.

"Grandpa, this is the Sanhei rice milk I just cooked, black beans, black rice and black sesame seeds, all of which are healthy whole grains. Drink a cup first to warm your body."

He's not cold, there's no need to warm up.How can it be so cold after chopping down so many moso bamboos?But from the corner of their eyes, the other people in the room were all drinking and chatting with their little grandson's filial rice milk. The corners of their mouths twitched, and they also took a cup. Well, the taste is really good, so I drank it happily.When drinking to the bottom, I remembered the old woman who was still taking a nap in the house, and asked my little grandson: "Your milk is still awake?"

"Well, I just went to see it, and I'm still asleep. Grandpa, don't worry, I left two cups for grandma to keep warm." He Wei quickly answered.

The old man choked, who said this.Well, he just has nothing to say.It's a pity that I'm not good at it, so let's just work hard.After drinking the bottomless rice milk in two or three gulps, the cup was handed to the little grandson, and she buried herself in weaving the rice basket that the big farmer asked him to buy.

After He Wei went in to clean up all the cups that everyone had finished drinking, she strolled around the kitchen and the north hall, and saw that the second aunt and her mother had an orderly division of labor. As snacks; her mother is helping her father.

No, the maltose in the big stove is boiling hot, ready to start making frozen rice candy.This job looks simple, but it takes a lot of physical strength, and it is really too much for a man who is not an adult.

A large pot was stewed on the briquette stove in the corner of the kitchen. In the pot, the pork bones that had been washed and removed from the foam were stewed, which was the bottom soup of the hot pot tomorrow night.

In the north hall, He Xidong and He Xin cleaned up the small dining table, and set up wooden strips for freezing rice candy, waiting for her father's orders at any time.

Since she didn't have anything to do, He Wei went around and went back to the eaves of the hall, watching the old man knitting bamboo strips was quite fun.

"Grandpa, can I try to make it up?"

After looking at it for a while, He Wei's hands were itchy. Seeing how the strips of strips danced in the old man's hands, she really wanted to try it.

The old man saw that she liked it, but he didn't object. He took a few strips of relatively thin and soft material that were picked out from the side, and made a base for her, and asked her to weave it according to the method he taught. up.

In the first few rounds, He Wei's weaving was very jerky. Gradually, the bamboo strips in her hand danced faster and faster. Of course, the old man's speed was still not up to par, but for a novice, it took only a few hours to weave. It's really good to have a good appearance.

The old man looked up from time to time, looked at her with a smile, and said casually, "You are a quick learner, kid."

He Wei grinned happily: "This shows that our old He family has good genes, and they are all skilled in handicrafts."

The old man didn't understand what a "gene" was, but when it came to manual skills, the old man nodded with You Rongyan.

He didn't learn this craft from his master. At that time, his family was poor, so who could pay to learn from a master? It was a wild way that he found out purely by himself. If you look carefully, the weaving method is still somewhat different from the baskets on the market. Yes, but easy to use and strong, who cares?

If so, the youngest son followed his cousin to the city to learn woodwork, and he got into the door within a few days. From this point of view, the talent of Lao He's family in handicrafts is quite strong.

He Wei asked puzzledly: "Grandpa, since you know this, why did you ask Dad to go to the city... Cough, to learn woodwork? Wouldn't it be good to follow you to learn this?"

The old man didn't seem to care too much about the unnatural pause in her words. After all, it's been too long, so he was busy with the work in hand, shook his head and said, "At that time, there were fewer and fewer people farming. Who is this worthless thing made up and sold to? Besides, Wo Village relies on mountains to eat mountains and water to eat water, so it’s not as good as those in the city, and the income is not as much as in the city. Unlike now, the people in the city After staying for a long time, I feel that the village is better, the air is fresh and the yard is big enough..."

This is true.

He Wei nodded in understanding.

The grandfather and grandson continued to answer each other warmly.

When the old man was halfway through weaving the rice basket, He Wei finished it before him.

The main reason is that the old man made her a small basket with a shallow bottom about the size of a twelve-inch plate.

The old man helped her shut up, and nodded with a smile and praise: "Not bad!"

"Thank you, grandpa!" He Wei happily took it back in her hand, squatting down to admire it.

Because it is made of raw bamboo strips and has not been polished, it feels a little rough to the touch.

He Wei didn't mind either, she asked the old man for a piece of sandpaper, squatted down on the porch and carefully polished it.

After smoothing away the roughness of the corners, I dug out a piece of pastoral-style floral cloth from the three-cubic space, and sewed it around the edge of the bamboo basket, making it look much more beautiful.

Satisfied, He Wei took out her mobile phone, took a few close-ups of Xiaoluo, picked the one with the best angle and the most suitable light, and sent it to He Qingdong to show off. After finishing, she happily asked: "Does it look good?"I made it up myself, I just learned it from my grandpa this afternoon.

It's a pity that there was no response after sending it out, and He Wei pouted, feeling a little stuffy.

But when he thought about waiting for the new year in his hometown, he was still running around outside, and he said twice that his three meals a day were not normal, and a little bit of guilt suddenly surged up, and the little emotions just now disappeared immediately.

Seeing that the old man was still concentrating on weaving the rice basket, He Wei put the mobile phone back into her pocket, talked to her grandfather, and went into the house to see her father making frozen rice candies.Of course, I didn’t forget to bring in the maiden work I learned in the afternoon——笸罗.

The few people in the room naturally praised her in pleasant surprise. He Wei blushed when she heard it. She is really a child, and she asks for praise everywhere when she learns something.

Everyone was talking enthusiastically, and the old lady also got up, and when she came out, she heard that the little grandson had learned how to weave a bamboo basket. She happily took it over and looked at it, and kept praising: "Not bad, not bad! It's the first time I can weave a basket. It’s so good, that’s it.”

The old lady also learned from her wife for a while in the early years, but there were many chores at home, and she couldn’t sit still and weave all kinds of agricultural household items, but she still knew a little about the basics, so she pulled her little grandson, and it was tighter here and there. It was a little looser, and the sides were a little bit collapsed... In short, when I got excited, I couldn't stop it, and I caught Hewei Balabala for a long time.

In the end, Aunt He asked Aunt He to bring a piece of dishcloth scalded with hot water, wiped the polished basket, and then filled it with a few pieces of frozen rice candy that Hefu had just made and cut. Smilingly, let everyone look at it: "Look, this thing Weiwei made is just right for pretending to eat."

"Grandma, wait, I'll take a picture of you." He Xidong ran to the West Room to get a camera at some point, took a picture of the old lady holding the bamboo basket, and then took a few photos of the bamboo basket alone, Said to be a souvenir.

Speaking of commemorating, He Wei's forehead felt hot for a while, and then she took a picture of a basket with a few pieces of frozen rice candy, and uploaded it on her Weibo, which has not been updated for a long time. The title is directly: Look at my new craft. PS: The frozen rice candy is made by my father, and the bottom basket is a new skill.Comes with a dog head icon.

In less than three seconds, a series of reminders of being circled and criticized came from the background, and she suddenly realized that she seemed to have stabbed a hornet's nest.

Unexpectedly, at this point, there are so many fans online.

She just posted it one second ago, and was retweeted and commented by the N number of people the next second, such as "Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! , I was thinking about whether to cancel the level, but the PO master has been updated!!!", "PO master is powerful! Please give me one or two!", "Where does PO master celebrate the New Year? I am in Daqingshan, so let’s come to see if it’s close How about face base?", "I don't ask for face base, but I want to lick the screen" and so on...

Is this a good thing or a bad thing?
He Wei held the phone in her hand, looking at the various comments on it, she was really sour.

After a while, I sent a message to Jiang Youming, reporting the situation.

Soon, Jiang Youming's reply came in, advising her not to care too much, and to continue as before, and not to be too deliberate in order to cater to the fan base.As long as the text and pictures uploaded are not too extreme, pictures like the ones she posted are not only harmless, but can also play a role in gathering fans. The more the better.

He Wei heaved a sigh of relief after hearing what Jiang Youming said.

Emma has too many fans and it's a headache. She can't stretch her arms and legs when doing anything.I also blame myself for being too complacent. I was overjoyed when I made my debut work when I was just learning bamboo strips.

Just thinking about not posting it next time, it’s too testy, Jiang Youming sent another one, saying: "I just went up to read it, it’s very good, and the comments below are also full of positive energy, so, Keep up the good work, post a few posts from time to time, stabilize the fans' hearts, don't let this account become cold so easily..."

Before replying, I circled this Weibo.

Director Jiang has been circled. Those actors and staff who follow him, especially the group of people who know He Wei, can they not be circled? For a while, He Wei's "virgin|virgin work" was circled again N times.

Looking at the changes in the strings of numbers on Weibo, He Wei calmed down and thought about it, a well-run Weibo account is also a fortune.

Besides, director Jiang also said that it is irregular, and he didn't say that it has to be her selfie. She has so many gadgets on hand, and takes turns to take pictures of them according to the previous frequency, one or two years Can survive.So he readily replied with an "ok" expression to Jiang Youming.

(End of this chapter)