Chapter 13 He knows the answer to this question (You are my favorite, 10,000 coins for extra chapter)

Song Jingyun could only pull out the machete with great effort again.

After a few times like this, the time it took the young son-in-law to pull out the machete was longer than the time it took him to chop the bamboo. He didn't even chop down a single bamboo, but was so tired that he was panting.

"You can't just chop along the mark left by throwing the knife. If you just chop a thin gap, the machete will of course get stuck easily." Jiang Mixia took out her machete and demonstrated to Song Jingyun.

"It should be done this way. See? You can cut a piece here. Once a gap is made, you can continue cutting or cut to the opposite side. It will be easy to cut through."

"Let me try." Song Jingyun got the trick and tried it himself.

Soon, a tall bamboo fell down and landed at Song Jingyun's feet.

Song Jingyun felt quite accomplished and continued to chop bamboo diligently.

Jiang Mixia was strong and nimble, so he chopped faster than Song Jingyun.

Soon, there were six bamboos under the feet of the two people.

"Almost done, let's carry these back first."

If you want to try it first, don't cut so much. Come back after you have used it up.

Jiang Mixia gathered the bamboos together, tied them up with a hemp rope, and prepared to carry them on her shoulders.

"Let me do it." Song Jingyun was eager to try.

After staying here for these days, Song Jingyun also observed carefully.

The men here have to do heavy work.

But these days, most of the heavy work is done by Jiang Mixia.

Song Jingyun felt something was not right.

He wanted to do it himself, like Jiang Youcheng.

Jiang Mixia looked at the thick bamboo, then at the rib-like son-in-law, and thought for a moment, "Okay, you try it."

It’s better to give up.

Jiang Mixia helped lift the bamboo and placed it on Song Jingyun's shoulders.

After a stumble, Song Jingyun nearly fell to the ground. After he finally managed to steady himself, he couldn't straighten his hunched back. His legs were trembling and he couldn't even take a step.

His face turned red.

Jiang Mixia couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so she just stretched out her hand and said, "Let me do it."

"No, I'll do it. I can do it." Song Jingyun insisted and took a step forward with all his strength. As a result, his legs went weak and he knelt on one knee on the ground.

Song Jingyun, "..."

He threw the bamboo from his shoulder to the ground, panting heavily, and the young son-in-law looked frustrated, "You should do it."

Seeing this, Jiang Mixia untied the bundled bamboos and divided them into two piles. She carried the pile of four bamboos on her shoulders and said, "You do that."

Song Jingyun carried two bamboos on his shoulders.

It's a bit heavy, but it's okay, I can still carry it.

Song Jingyun's mood suddenly became high. He held his head high and walked briskly.

This is not a husband at all, he is clearly a child. Everything he does is like coaxing a child.

But this kid is more likable than ordinary naughty kids.

Jiang Mixia complained inwardly, but Song Jingyun slowed down his pace and looked at her seriously, "How can I become stronger?"

He wanted to be able to carry six bamboos easily like Jiang Mixia.

Become stronger?

Jiang Mixia looked at her own sturdy body, then looked at Song Jingyun's tall and thin body, like a rib, and said earnestly, "You probably need to eat more."

Song Jingyun's eyes suddenly lit up.

Have a meal?

He can do this! The two of them walked all the way home.

After the bamboo was cut, the family started to work.

All the leaves and branches on the bamboo shoots are cut off and prepared to be dried and burned as firewood. The bamboo poles are sawed into suitable sections and then split into bamboo strips of appropriate width and length using a machete. Finally, the bamboo strips are processed and sliced ​​into bamboo strips of appropriate thickness.

Bamboo is very thick, and a piece of bamboo can be split into three or four pieces suitable for weaving bamboo baskets.

Making bamboo strips requires practice. If you don't get it right at the beginning, the strips may be too thin, too thick, or uneven. Some strips may even break at the joints.

After thinking about it and practicing for a while, Jiang Youcheng was able to slice bamboo strips of uniform thickness and good quality.

Liu and Jiang Mixia also learned well. Although their slices were not as good as Jiang Youcheng's, the bamboo strips they sliced ​​were basically usable.

However, Song Jingyun, after watching Jiang Youcheng make a piece of bamboo strips, went to work alone with a bundle of bamboo strips.

Jiang Mixia saw that the young son-in-law was tinkering with something by himself without saying a word, so she went over to take a look.

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"How is it, have you learned to film?"

"I think so."

Song Jingyun scratched his head, picked up a piece of bamboo beside him, clamped it with his legs, then took the machete and hit it hard.

The machete was very smooth and went all the way to the bottom, and a piece of bamboo strips fell to the ground.

Smooth and uniform, excellent appearance.

Looking to the side, there was already a small pile of good bamboo strips, and each one was as good as this one. Almost none of them were like her and Liu, who had many of the strips damaged at the beginning.

"Not bad." Jiang Mixia exclaimed, "It's much better than the bamboo strips my mother and I made."

Not to mention, although the young son-in-law is thin and not very strong, he has good learning and hands-on abilities.

For example, he learned how to fork fish quickly last time, and he was not slow in learning how to cut bamboo strips this time.

Being praised like this, Song Jingyun smiled a little embarrassedly, "It's OK."

While speaking, he did not forget to skillfully split the bamboo strips with his hands and feet.

Jiang Mixia also continued to work.

Seeing that the number of bamboo strips was about the same, Jiang Youcheng began to try to weave bamboo baskets.

First, use a few thick bamboo strips to lay the base, and then use thin bamboo strips to intersperse, wrap, and fix, weaving it layer by layer.

Bamboo strips are much lighter and thinner than rattan, so not much strength is needed when weaving them. Jiang Youcheng has developed great hand strength from weaving rattan baskets on a daily basis, so it seems quite easy for him to weave this one.

Soon, a cylindrical bamboo basket took shape.

"Not bad, I got the hang of it quickly and the weaving speed is not slow." Jiang Youcheng said with a smile, "If I weave this for a day, I should be able to weave more than the thorn baskets."

Bamboo baskets and bamboo crates are more expensive than wicker baskets. If the daily output is similar, you can make a lot more money.

"Let me tell you, listen to my daughter and give it a try, it's right." Liu said.

As they were talking, Jiang Chunshi came over and said, "Uncle San, Aunt San."

"Oh, Chunshi is here." Liu stood up and patted the bamboo shavings off her body. "When did you come back?"

Jiang Chunshi, the eldest son of the Dafang family, worked as an apprentice in a carpenter's house in the town. He had been apprenticed for four or five years. He was quite busy on weekdays, and his master carpenter was very strict, so he seldom came back.

Even on the day of Jiang Mixia and Song Jingyun's wedding, they only stayed for half a day and went back without even having time to eat the banquet.

Jiang Youcheng and Liu were quite surprised to see Jiang Chunshi at home at this moment.

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