It's late at night.
All the chickens in Gumula Village have been put into the cupboard.
There were one or two dog barks, and the echoes spread throughout the village.
Su Youfu took the wet bamboo strips out of the water and hung them on a rack nearby to dry.
He was wearing a pair of thick white gloves, which were now worn black and torn in some places.
This is what he wears when he is weaving bamboo, because sometimes the bamboo strips are a bit sharp, especially when twisting, and they can easily prick your hands if you are not careful. However, when making delicate small things, gloves cannot be worn, and his hands are also covered with calluses.
The bamboo strips hanging on the rack are old bamboos with spots. It was originally because Su Youfu was reluctant to cut down the new bamboos. When he went up the mountain to cut bamboos, he would give priority to cutting down the old, crooked, poorly grown, and worm-eaten ones.
It is difficult to split this kind of bamboo into strips. They are crooked, old and hard, and need to be soaked in water before splitting.
Unexpectedly, the bamboo woven items made with this kind of bamboo have a unique flavor. I heard from Boss Huang that customers like this kind of bamboo.
Su Youfu doesn't understand aesthetic appreciation, but this kind of bamboo strips is more difficult to make, but it is true that the quality is better than new bamboo, it can be used for a long time, is not so brittle, and is very tough.
Today, seeing that my daughter likes that bamboo bag, Su Youfu plans to make one for Xiaoqi as well. She will be going to school soon. Girls in the city seem to like that kind of small bag, which is carried cross-body and can’t hold many things, at most a mobile phone, keys, etc.
Su Youfu was picking bamboo strips here, and Sheng Juanhua was not idle either.
She sewed a small cloth bag with white cloth and made a closure on it so that it could be placed in the bamboo bag.
Not only that, they also use the old homespun cloth at home. Gumula Village has a tradition of weaving, but the woven cloth is very heavy and rustic, and has no use. Basically, only the older generation can weave it. In the past, it was a custom to give homespun cloth to newly married young people, but in recent years, giving bedding has become more popular than homespun cloth.
The homespun cloth in the house was almost a stack of gifts that Sheng Juanhua received when she got married.
All kinds of patterns and colors are used, red, blue, Sheng Juanhua is very skillful and plans to use these cloths to make a sling.
I've seen it on TV. It's a small bag with a wide strap and bright colors.
It also looks good and lively when carried on a little girl.
She was sewing this belt. She first used three pieces of coarse cloth to piece together the middle to make it look thicker, and then put a circle of homespun cloth on the outside. The homespun cloth was made very carefully, one strip of each color, sewn diagonally, and when put together, it formed a bright, irregular pattern.
Sheng Juanhua made the straps and Su Youfu weaved the bamboo bag.
Xiaoqi had already gone to bed. The villagers loved to watch the fun so much that even though she had a paralyzed face, she couldn't stand it. She still went upstairs early, practiced calligraphy, did a set of English Level 4 papers, and then reviewed her Japanese, and almost fell asleep.
She went to bed early at home because she went to the vegetable garden in the afternoon to complete the number of steps.
The environment in Gumula Village is very good, with no smog or anything like that. The only problem is that the altitude is too high, so the water can hardly be boiled. Only 90 degrees is considered boiling water.
Running here is more tiring than usual, so Xiaoqi fell asleep easily. He slept very soundly and even snored a little.
Su Youfu and Sheng Juanhua worked on making bags until midnight.
I replaced the lamp in the living room with a new one. It has a higher wattage and is much brighter.
Su Youfu wove the small bamboo bag and soaked it in water so that the bamboo strips would be softer and more resilient.
Sheng Juanhua had almost finished sewing the belt, and the couple put the belt under a thick brick to press it down so that it could be flattened.
Sheng Juanhua stood up and stretched.
"Get up and sew it tomorrow morning. It's too late. Go to bed."
Su Youfu also stood up, went into the kitchen and scooped hot water from the pot. The two washed their faces together, soaked their feet together, and then went upstairs quietly.
When Su Youfu lay down, he felt the bones in his waist clicking, a little sore, but also a little satisfied.
Sheng Juanhua changed into her pajamas, lay down, and poked her husband's arm.
"How much did you sell today? You didn't tell me when I asked you, and you even hid it in your private pocket. Did you save it?"
Su Youfu was a little sleepy, but he listened to his wife and jumped up again, and went to the corner of the suitcase to take out the passbook.
"I saved the money from selling the pigs, and I also saved the money from selling the baskets."
Sheng Juanhua raises good pigs, which are fat and strong, and each weighs nearly 300 kilograms. With the increase in pork prices this year, the two pigs were sold for more than 10,000 yuan.
There is already 35,000 yuan in the passbook. It can be said that this family has never been so wealthy before. Usually, when they need a few hundred yuan, they have to ask someone to help them.
Sheng Juanhua stared at the passbook with shining eyes. She had been so busy during the day that she hadn't paid attention to it. But now, the more she looked at the numbers on the passbook, the more excited she became. She wanted to roll over in bed.
"Go to sleep, it's too late and you won't be able to get up tomorrow." Su Youfu yawned, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.
Sheng Juanhua put the passbook under her pillow and slept for a while. Feeling unsafe, she got up and put the passbook back in the corner of the box, covered with layers of old clothes and sheets.
The next morning, Su Youfu got up at around four o'clock.
He got up and sewed the bamboo bag and bag from last night together, while Sheng Juanhua packed her luggage and made breakfast.
Today the couple are preparing to go into the city to send their daughter to take the train.
Originally, Su Youfu planned to send his daughter to Meng City, but Xiaoqi thought about it and decided not to. There was a lot of work to do at home, and her father's health was not very convenient. Xiaoqi was worried about sending her there alone and coming back alone.
I told my dad that we would be with classmates at that time. There were many students from their school who were admitted to the league city, and they were all on the same bus, so they could take care of each other.
Su Youfu was thinking of going alone. The expenses of having one more person, including transportation and accommodation, were quite high. Meng City was not far away. His daughter said she had classmates with her, so he felt relieved. So he decided to go to the city with the child's mother to see her off.
Sheng Juanhua didn't sleep well that night. After marrying into Gumula Village, she rarely went to the city, especially with her husband.
After dinner, the couple changed into their best clothes, the same set that Sheng Juanhua wore when she returned to her parents' home last time, and the red leather shoes. Su Youfu also put on his leather shoes, but when he was packing his things, he also took out a pair of Liberation shoes and a pair of cloth shoes.
There might not be a car when we come back today, so we have to walk back. Sheng Juanhua insisted on not changing her shoes last time, and when she came back she found a small cut on the tip of her leather shoes, and she was heartbroken.
Xiaoqi woke up at 5:30 and saw that his parents were fully prepared. The chickens and ducks were fed, and the pig food for the two newly caught piglets was prepared...
"What time did you get up?"
Xiao Qi couldn't help but yawn as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Just act normal. You sleep less as you get older. Come and have dinner." Su Youfu tugged at his shirt. He looked a little unsure in his new clothes, but his smile was much warmer than usual.
Sheng Juanhua was combing her hair at the back door. She had long, thick black hair, and it was quite difficult to comb it.
She braided her hair into a big braid and let it drop directly onto her shoulders, looking elegant and neat.
Maybe because she has been having a good time recently, Sheng Juanhua has fewer wrinkles on her forehead and looks many years younger.
Xiaoqi ate a little bit casually. She had short hair, which was easy to manage. She just needed to comb it twice.
When Xiaoqi finished eating, his parents were waiting at the door.
Su Youfu was carrying a big bag, Sheng Juanhua was also carrying a big bag, and Xiaoqi was carrying a schoolbag.
The family of three walked towards the village auditorium. It was just dawn at this time, and some people who wanted to go to the city were rushing to the village auditorium.
I walked quickly because I was early and could still sit in the front. It was very cold in the car and the cool morning breeze froze my bones.
The driver Dayong was squatting on a big rock next to the car and smoking.
His job is to deliver people every day, day after day.
When he saw Su Youfu and his family of three appear, he was stunned.
Su Youfu was limping and walking with a stagger. Next to him was his wife Sheng Juanhua, who was tall, nimble, and had a very pretty face. His daughter Su Xiaoqi looked as if she had not woken up yet and was a little dazed. She walked over like an unopened flower bud.
Although Su Youfu was lame, he walked very fast. He walked up to the driver and asked, "Dayong, is there any room left? My wife and daughter can sit in the front."
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