Chapter 99: Old Cow Eating Young Grass

After trying to slice out a piece of bamboo strips, Jiang Mixia looked at the thickness and shook her head, "It's still too thick."

"Tighten the blade a little more?" Song Jingyun asked. "How much tighter?"

"Try tightening it halfway first." Jiang Mixia didn't know how thin the bamboo strips should be at this moment, so she just tried it first.

After adjusting the thickness of the bamboo strip knife, Jiang Mixia cut a piece and felt that it was not thick enough, so she adjusted the blade again...

After adjusting it three or four times, Jiang Mixia finally found that the thickness of the bamboo strips was just right.

"It should be about right." Jiang Mixia continued to slice the thin bamboo strips.

"Will things made from such thin bamboo strips break too easily?" Song Jingyun asked doubtfully, "It won't be able to hold anything."

The same material, thin, basically means not strong.

"It's not used for weaving baskets." Jiang Mixia replied.

"If it's not basket weaving, then what is it weaving?"

"Weaving a fan."

"Weaving a fan?"

"Yes, just like that, weave it into a thin and light fan." Jiang Mixia roughly gestured, "Try and see if you can weave it?"

"Yes." Song Jingyun took the bamboo strips and weaved an oval fan according to the simplest weaving pattern.

After finishing the editing, he showed it to Jiang Mixia, "Like this?"

"Yes." Jiang Mixia took it in her hand and fanned her head, nodding first, "It's much lighter than a cattail leaf fan, and it's more comfortable to hold."

But then he frowned again, "But it's still not light enough, the bamboo strips need to be thinner."

If it is used to weave a basket, it will not work if it is too thin, but if it is used to weave a fan, it can be made thinner.

Song Jingyun understood Jiang Mixia's intention and helped adjust the blade of the bamboo strips.

After some more trouble, the slices were finally ready. The bamboo strips were so thin that they could almost be described as as thin as a cicada's wing.

Using such bamboo strips, Song Jingyun weaved a fan that is extremely light to the touch but strong enough and has enough wind power.

"Yes, that's it." Jiang Mixia put the fan in her hand and shook it again and again, becoming more and more satisfied. "It's light and easy to hold, and it looks much more delicate than a cattail leaf fan."

Seeing Jiang Mixia holding the newly woven bamboo fan in her hand, the apprentices in the workshop came over to take a look and tried it out.

"Yes, it is very light."

"It looks nice, and more delicate than that heavy bamboo fan. It looks like a good thing."

"The weather is getting hotter and hotter. If we take this fan out to sell, it will probably sell well."

"And the weaving technique is simple, but it's a little harder to weave bamboo strips, because they have to be thin enough."

"It's not a big problem. Our bamboo strip knives have a fixed thickness, so the slices are all the same thickness..."

The guys were discussing here, and even those who had finished their work for today tried to edit it.

It is simple to use and easy to trim.

Overall, it feels good.

Jiang Mixia asked the workers to make some quickly, preparing to send some samples to Zhengji when she goes to the county town in the next two days, and also prepare some to send to Zhaoji and the tea garden, as a token of her gratitude.

The workshop became busy again.

Song Jingyun took advantage of the free time after dinner in the evening to weave Jiang Mixia's bamboo slave.

Although his wife slept well with him in her arms last night, he could see that Jiang Mixia was indeed very hot.

For my wife to sleep more peacefully...

Be patient!

Song Jingyun sniffed, and when he lay down on the bed, he turned his back.

When Jiang Mixia got the new bamboo slave in the evening, she didn't think much about it. She just held the bamboo slave happily and fanned herself with the new bamboo fan. In her mind, she was planning how many bamboo fans she should weave and how much goods she should bring to Zheng's store in the county this time.

By the time she had figured it out, it was already late at night.

Jiang Mixia yawned, closed her eyes and prepared to sleep.

But the young son-in-law next to her seemed to be trying to squeeze towards her in a daze.

Jiang Mixia, "..."

He turned over and prepared to push the young son-in-law to the side.

Unexpectedly, when I turned around, I happened to see the young son-in-law's head pressing towards me.

“Bah…”

Jiang Mixia's lips touched Song Jingyun's cheek.

The young son-in-law has always had good skin, fair, tender and delicate, and his face is smooth and shiny.

You know what, it tastes pretty good.

Moreover, the cheeks are so tender, and the lips...

The young son-in-law has red lips and white teeth. It is hot in the summer nights, so people's blood circulation is faster, making their lips look even more pink and tender, like plump cherries.

It's just... strangely tempting.

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Jiang Mixia wanted to lower her head and reach it.

But I still hesitated.

My age combined is over 40 years old. Wouldn't it be too much for me to flirt with such a young man now?

Just thinking about it makes me feel like I'm being a hooligan! But then again, Song Jingyun seemed to have said that he was already an adult in the interstellar space, almost a hundred years old, and considering his age here, he is completely a centenarian!

The young son-in-law is the old cow!

What's more, the tofu of her husband should only be eaten by her, right?

Jiang Mixia made up her mind and moved forward.

I got to eat the cherries as I wished.

Tender, soft, and slightly sweet...

Mm, it tastes great.

Jiang Mixia savored it for a while, then pushed Song Jingyun aside and continued to sleep while hugging Zhu Nu.

When Jiang Mixia opened her eyes the next morning, she saw that Song Jingyun next to her was already awake.

He was sitting on the bed, touching his lips with one hand, as if thinking about something.

"Ahem..." Jiang Mixia felt a little guilty, "What's wrong?"

"I had a strange dream last night." Song Jingyun's face wrinkled into a bun, "I dreamed that a pig kept chasing me, and I ran quickly, but I couldn't outrun the pig, and finally the pig caught up with me."

"I was so scared that I was shaking all over, afraid that the pig would step on me. But the pig caught up with me, but didn't step on me. It just nibbled my face and mouth. I tried desperately to scream, but no sound came out. I finally woke up after the pig couldn't bite me anymore and ran away..."

"My dear, this dream couldn't be true. Could it be that I was really eaten by a pig last night?"

When Song Jingyun woke up, he felt his lips were a little swollen. This made him feel as if what happened in his dream had really happened, and he was full of worry.

Jiang Mixia, "..."

You are the pig, your whole family is pigs! No, Song Jingyun's current family is her and her parents.

You, Song Jingyun, are a pig! Jiang Mixia's face was almost distorted, but she still had to smile and comfort Song Jingyun, "It's just a dream. Look, you are sleeping soundly in the bed. It can't be real."

"Besides, dreams are always the opposite..."

When Song Jingyun heard this, his face became even uglier.

Madam, what you mean is that he might chase after the pig and then eat it?

Even scarier, okay?

…

Because of this dream, Song Jingyun refused to go to the small yard behind the house to feed the pigs today, and even walked around the yard.

Today might be a day of bad luck. I got up in the morning and was halfway through washing up when the power and water went out. I simply packed up and went out. The elevator didn't work, so I ran down from the 31st floor and accidentally hit my left index finger. Now it's swollen like a carrot...

Life is hard...

(End of this chapter)