Su Xiaoqi felt a little pain from the fall.
But he had a silly smile on his face.
She never expected that when she was unselfish for once and did a good deed, she would receive such an unexpected surprise.
Her parents usually taught her not to cause trouble, just do her own thing and not meddle in other people's affairs.
A little girl from the countryside who meddles in other people's affairs will eventually cause trouble for her parents, so Su Xiaoqi is very cautious.
But I never thought that doing a good deed would bring me such a generous reward.
She couldn't wait to go for a run right now.
If you walk 20,000 steps a day, you can earn 4,000 yuan.
That’s 120,000 yuan a month.
What does 120,000 mean to Su Xiaoqi?
She had no idea what was going on and felt a little dizzy when she stood up and walked.
Her entire outfit included a pair of new glasses costing 188 yuan, a white T-shirt costing 59 yuan, sweatpants costing 39 yuan, and white sneakers costing 48 yuan. She also had an unknown brand of electronic watch that was a gift from a classmate on her birthday, bought at a boutique in front of the school for about 30 yuan. She also had a small cloth bag that was given as a gift when she bought something.
All in all, the total cost for the whole body was 364 yuan, less than 400 yuan.
Just this equipment worth 400 yuan made Su Xiaoqi feel guilty and nervous, because it was not easy for her parents to earn money.
But she just didn't want to be looked at strangely by her classmates. There was a girl in the dormitory opposite her who was from the village next to her. She often wore inappropriate clothes that others didn't want to wear to school and was always ridiculed.
Su Xiaoqi didn't laugh at her, but she was very worried that she would be laughed at, isolated, and talked about. That feeling was terrible.
Such is her vanity and contradiction.
But right now, hundreds of thousands?
She really didn't know how to spend it.
She walked into the bookstore, her steps floating.
I finally walked to the bookshelf and took out a book. Only when I saw the book in my hands did I come to my senses.
For some unknown reason, he was holding a book called "Inheritance of Bamboo Weaving Art" in his hand.
I don't know why I took out this book. I was about to put it back, but then I thought of the winnowing baskets my parents made of bamboo at home. It should also be considered bamboo weaving, but it has nothing to do with art.
Her parents never let her touch it because bamboo is very hard and sharp, and it is easy to scratch her hands when weaving the winnowing basket.
At first, it was only her father who weaved the winnowing baskets. Later, when she was in high school and the financial pressure became greater, her mother also started to help.
My mother weaves very slowly and her work is average, but at least she can help.
Sometimes when she held her parents' hands, she felt they were rough and prickly.
But they were both made of bamboo, and the winnowing baskets woven by her father were very large, but a pair could only be sold for 30 yuan, which was still a high price as her father said. But she remembered that a girl at the table behind her once brought a small bamboo bag, saying that it was her mother's tea set, and she took it to play with. At that time, she was very curious and asked how much the bamboo bag cost, and the other party actually said it was more than 2,000 yuan.
She was very excited when she heard this. When she returned home on the weekend, she excitedly asked her father if she could weave a bag with bamboo.
Her father thought it was what she wanted, so he spent two days carefully knitting one for her, but it didn't feel right. It was too big and too thick. It was the kind that was okay for storing vegetables, but too rough for storing tea sets or something. It was completely different from her classmate's bag and was completely different.
She didn't take it away, but just left it at home. Sometimes she would carry it with her when she went to pick vegetables.
She looked at the price on the back of the book and found it was surprisingly expensive, priced at 227.
Just for the price, you have to take a look and don’t lose money.
I opened the book and the first chapter introduced the history of bamboo weaving. It was more than ten pages long and quite interesting compared to English books.
It even mentioned their village, Gumula, because Gumula is located in the mountains and hills, with many virgin forests and bamboo forests. Those old bamboos are the favorites of bamboo weaving artists.
The second chapter directly introduces a famous bamboo weaving craftsman. He describes his career, his works, and the techniques and craftsmanship of bamboo weaving. The writing is simple, making it seem as if she could learn it.
The illustrations and texts are very vivid. However, Xiao Qi knew that even if she saw these, she would not be able to make them. Her father was considered one of the better bamboo weavers in the village, but he could only make winnowing baskets and bamboo sieve baskets, which were large and crude agricultural tools.
She watches it every day, but she still can't get the hang of it.
Young people are unwilling to learn and cannot make money.
The elderly people with good skills are too old, and middle-aged people like her father only do this because they are lame and disabled, but they have not learned or passed on the craft properly.
However, Su Xiaoqi still watched it very seriously. Even if she didn't understand, she could talk to her father about it. Moreover, her memory is really good now, and she can remember everything she has watched.
Chapter 3 focuses on a variety of famous bamboo weaving works, each of which is incredibly lifelike. They have a wide range of uses, from furniture and tables to flower arrangements and tea art. Bamboo works possess a natural, rustic feel. One small cage even sold at an international auction for 200,000 yuan.
Su Xiaoqi gestured and found that the small cage was as wide as her palm.
Chapter 4, the last chapter, introduces the inheritance of bamboo weaving skills. The book also ends with a sigh. Too much has been lost until now, and very few of the various bamboo weaving techniques are left.
She read the thick book almost word for word. When she looked up again, it was dark outside the window and the street lights were on.
I have to go back at this time, otherwise my aunt will worry about me. I haven’t told her yet that I have a cell phone.
She stood up and put the book back on the shelf.
My legs felt numb, so I stamped my feet lightly.
"The host has finished immersively reading a book in two hours and 19 minutes. He is rewarded with a platinum card for the bamboo weaving skill. This card has an attached card, which the host can use himself and designate one person to use."
The machine sounded.
Su Xiaoqi was stunned for a moment, followed by a burst of ecstasy.
She really needs this skill. No, it’s her father who really needs this skill.
After she owned this system and proved that it really existed, she kept thinking about how to improve her parents' lives.
She had no reason or excuse to rashly take out a large sum of money, and her parents didn't dare to spend it, so they didn't feel at ease spending it.
My parents are ordinary farmers. My father has some education, only a junior high school diploma, and my mother didn't even graduate from elementary school. It's not realistic to give them money to start a business.
We can only explore from what is currently available.
The bamboo weaving skills are very suitable. When my father is in the village, he often helps people weave some useful things. Everyone praises his good craftsmanship. But it is always a hole, which can be shown off.
She thought that she would go home tomorrow after she found the tutoring job.
After leaving the bookstore, she walked back to the hospital dormitory, one step, two steps, three steps, four steps.
The girl Xiaoqi was walking on the street, humming loudly. She needed a pair of skateboard shoes.
Neon wait...
"... one step, two steps, one step, two steps
It's the devil's pace, it's the devil's pace.
Friction, friction,
I beat the beat for myself.
This is a beautiful moment in my life,
I'm going to do my favorite dance.
In this beautiful moonlight,
On this beautiful street,
I told myself this was real, it wasn’t a dream.”
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