Mixed small peasants

The sun was shining at noon the next day, and the breath of spring became stronger.

Ma Xiaole was walking in the office, feeling a little hot, took off his coat and hung it on the back of the chair, shook his arms, and read aloud: "Miss Chun is here! The man is in a hurry to take off his clothes!" He walked to the back window , See if the last piece of snow on the roof behind the building has melted. Ma Xiaole once said that if that piece of snow melts, spring will come.

The snow has long since disappeared, not even a trace of cloudy stains.

"Why are you so busy, you didn't even notice!" Ma Xiaole was excited, hurried to the door and pulled it out, stood in the corridor and looked down, there were really flowers blooming in the flower beds in the courtyard.

After lunch, Ma Xiaole originally planned to ask Wu Yihong to arrange a car, but Liu Shuying refused, saying that riding a bicycle would be fine.Ma Xiaole listened to Liu Shuying's words, found a sturdy new bicycle, the "Flying Pigeon" brand, and set off with Liu Shuying on her back.

The road leading to Xiaonanzhuang Village is still the same, with twists and turns, but fortunately there are no potholes, or the buttocks would have been knocked apart when sitting on the back of the bicycle.

The warm sun was shining on the top of the head, and the gentle breeze was blowing on Ma Xiaole's ears, making her very comfortable, "Shuying!" Ma Xiaole was already used to this kind of address, "This scene is good, the breeze is blowing comfortably .”

Liu Shuying felt really comfortable when she heard this, she couldn't help leaning on Ma Xiaole's back lightly, wrapped her hands around his waist, and put her face on his back, "Xiaole, I want to call you, but now cannot."

"Why?" Ma Xiaole asked knowingly.

Liu Shuying just smiled and said nothing, hugged Ma Xiaole's waist tightly, and pressed it even tighter.

The afternoon sun was still shining brightly, shining on the brand-new steel rim of the spinning bicycle, emitting dazzling light.Ma Xiaole kicked a few times, rang the bell, and the bicycle drove forward quickly amidst a series of crisp bells.

"Xiao Le, let's take a small path. I'll go down to the village and go back alone. It's hard to tell if someone sees it." Liu Shuying was immersed in happiness, but she didn't get carried away, and she knew how to avoid reality.

"Okay, then let's take the path on Xiling." Ma Xiaole turned onto the path on Xiling. The terrain here is undulating. There are few crops, and most of them are planted with wicker. It's a piece of green.

"Shuying, look how good this wicker is!" Ma Xiaole exclaimed excitedly, pedaling the bicycle vigorously.

"Yes, this wicker is really beautiful!" Liu Shuying replied in a low voice.

Although the voice was low, Ma Xiaole could hear it clearly. He braked the front and rear brakes at once, supported the car with his feet, turned his head and said to Liu Shuying, "Shuying, I want to go to the wicker field with you!"

Liu Shuying blushed, but still whispered, "I don't care about you, anyway, it's up to you now."

Seeing this, Ma Xiaole couldn't bear it anymore. He tilted his bicycle to let Liu Shuying get off, then carried the bicycle over the collar ditch, and hid the bicycle in the reeds behind the small ditch, "Shuying, so that no one will know Let's go." After speaking, he jumped back and took Liu Shuying's hand and walked back, getting into the dense wicker forest.

The wicker forest rustled in the spring breeze.

Ma Xiaole stepped on two rows of willow sticks and pressed them against each other, it was as soft as a big cushion.

Liu Shuying was placed on a big mat...

When the two got up, the sun was almost setting on the western hill.

"Shuying, shall we go back to the village?" Ma Xiaole asked.

"I'm not going back, let's go back to my hometown." Liu Shuying said, "Take some wicker back home and weave some baskets."

The two broke some wicker, talked and laughed and went back.

I accidentally brought some willow sticks, which gave Ma Xiaole some vision.

Back in the village that day, Liu Shuying peeled the wicker that night, soaked it in salt water, took it out the next day, and dried it in two days.The wicker made in this way is as white as snow-white, and the weaving will not lose its shape.

On the morning of the fifth day, Liu Shuying brought five baskets, large and small, to Ma Xiaole when she went to the township government compound.At that time Ma Xiaole was still sleeping in the house, so it was natural for Liu Shuying to go in as his cousin.

Ma Xiaole looked at the big and small wicker baskets, and thought they were really beautiful, and praised Liu Shuying's ingenuity.Liu Shuying didn't say much to Ma Xiaole, because the sanitation team had work early in the morning, so she had to go and have a look and try to make the compound as clean and tidy as possible.

Liu Shuying left, and Ma Xiaole also got up.After washing up, she was about to eat in the cafeteria, but before she went out, Wu Yihong walked over with a stack of envelopes, "Little Ma, bring these envelopes with you when you go to the office, they are used for documents."

"Okay, let's put it on the table first." Ma Xiaole bent over to tie his shoelaces at the door without raising his head.

Wu Yihong entered the room, and as soon as she saw the small basket on the table, she praised, "Ah, such a delicate little basket, it's really good!" Wu Yihong walked out the door carrying two, "Little Ma, where did this basket come from?" Yes, can you give it to us?"

"Yes, you can take it, the wicker basket, as much as you want."

Wu Yihong looked down at the basket, "Isn't this little basket on the bedside or table, it's a good place to hold something, and it's so beautiful, if you dye it some color, it's still a good decoration!"

Ma Xiaole laughed when she heard this, and felt that Wu Yihong was out of her mind, "Director Wu, I see what's wrong with you, isn't it just two small baskets, if I give you a hundred and eighty ones, you won't be happy ah."

"Whatever one hundred and eighty, if I want one hundred and eighty, I'll sell it on the street."

"What are you selling? I only bought it for an idler like you." Ma Xiaole laughed and said, "What's the use of buying this thing, what can it hold?"

"You don't understand this. Didn't you just say that you can dye it to make it more beautiful? It's not just for storing things. You can look at it everywhere, as long as it looks good."

"What's the use of looking good? Who can you sell it to on the street? I'm afraid there are not many people like you, Director Wu."

"There are not many people like me, but people from abroad like it." Wu Yihong said, "If there are really many, I'll sell them abroad!"

"Selling abroad?" Ma Xiaole tilted his head and smiled, "Director Wu, you are so capable, you can sell this little basket abroad!"

"Oh, Xiao Ma, you don't understand." Wu Yihong said quite proudly, "I have a relative, an uncle from a distant house, who works in the city and works in the Economic and Trade Bureau, so he can help contact the seller. Go abroad!"

He does not mean that.

Ma Xiaole's head flashed. If this is the case, why not build a willow weaving factory and lead those people in Shadun Township who are more dexterous to weave baskets to earn money from foreigners? !If it is done well, it will definitely be a good thing again!