"Well, it's a waste of time."
There are weed stems everywhere in the village, and it is common for the wheels to get entangled in them, but we usually pay attention to cleaning them up and just pull them off.
This time it was rolled up tightly several times, entangled to death, and pressed into the gap of the shaft. This kind of grass vine, which can be used to weave thick hemp ropes after drying, is hard and tough, so it is really difficult to pull it apart.
He turned back and shouted to the field: "The wheel is dead! Does anyone have a sickle?"
Today we came to the cornfield to collect the corn stalks that were drying on the ground. When everyone asked each other, no one had a sickle or a hatchet, so they came over to help.
"Lift it up and try to reverse the wheel."
"No, I don't know what happened, both ends are stuck!"
Jiang Henian thought of the deer-head dagger in the space and reached into his pocket.
"What's the matter? Is the wheel stuck?"
A bold voice came.
Cui Zhenglong came over from the nearby cornfield, rolled up his sleeves and squatted down. "I'm good at this. I used to deal with this all the time in our area."
He reached out and tore off a few dry and brittle corn leaves, stacked them together and placed them on the axle screw. With a few strong twists, he miraculously loosened the screw, and the wheel was loose. The several circles of vines that were originally wrapped around it were moved and pulled, and after a few more fiddles, they were all pulled out.
The uncle pulling the cart laughed: "Hey! Sure!"
Although Cui Zhenglong was also an educated youth who went to the countryside, he had a heroic character. Like Pang Ji, he was a retired soldier who came directly to the countryside to work. As soon as he arrived, he completely integrated himself into the work and rolled up his sleeves to get to work. The villagers did not regard them as the same as those weak educated youth from the city.
This time, the rickshaw driver wanted to be on good terms with Cui Zhenglong, who was only 27 years old.
Seeing this, Jiang Henian took his hands out of his pockets, rubbed his cold palms, and walked towards where the sun was.
It's getting cold so fast, it feels like late autumn. It looks like it's going to be very cold in winter...
Song Wenqing stood by, his eyes fixed on Jiang Henian's back.
He saw that she was clearly trying to reach into her pocket to take something out, and she was indeed carrying the palm-sized dagger with her.
That's easy.
He was secretly thinking about several ways to get the deer-head dagger, and did not notice that Si Yuzhen was looking at him with some confusion not far away, and then followed his gaze to see Jiang Henian.
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After getting off work at noon, Jiang Henian grabbed a handful of freshly picked herbs from the wild and put them into a cloth bag. He walked all the way to the Lin family and knocked on the door tentatively.
After a while, footsteps were heard inside.
"Sister, you're here."
Lin Shi was a little happy and quickly opened the door to let Jiang Henian in.
The Lin family's yard is very small, and you can't move around after walking a few steps. There is only an old adobe house inside with a small stove squeezed in the corner.
You can see the inside and outside clearly at a glance. There are very few things and poverty is evident everywhere, but it is very clean.
Lin Shi called into the house: "Shuangxi, sister is here."
Jiang Henian followed him in with a smile, and saw Lin Shuangxi running out dragging a light and beautiful bamboo backpack.
The child raised his head and held up his hands to show Jiang Henian as if presenting a treasure.
Jiang Henian was very surprised, "Wow! Shuangxi, you did a great job!"
That day they went to the foot of the mountain to deliver eggs. Jiang Henian asked and found out that the bamboo basket that Shuangxi carried every day was woven by herself, so he asked if he could help her weave one too.
The Lin brothers and sisters agreed very happily, and Lin Shi also asked carefully what kind they wanted.
"Lightweight, the lighter the better. It can have hollows, but it doesn't need to be that big. I won't put heavy objects in it..."
Jiang Henian wanted a bag to carry herbs on her back. After all, she couldn't take things out of the space anytime and anywhere when she was outside. It was too dangerous.
She picked up the small bamboo backpack that was tailor-made for her. It was made of thinly shaved bamboo strips. It felt very smooth and had a beautiful shape. There were coin-sized diamond-shaped hollows all over it.
After shaking it, I found it is really light and sturdy.
Lin Shuangxi pinched the corner of his clothes, tilted his neck, and looked at Jiang Henian nervously and expectantly.
Lin Shi glanced at his sister and asked Jiang Henian, "Sister, is this okay?"
"Yes! Absolutely!"
Jiang Henian nodded repeatedly and touched Lin Shuangxi's head, "Shuangxi! You are so amazing!"
The more Jiang Henian looked at it, the more he liked it. He even carried it on his back to try it out. When he turned around, he found that the height of the basket was just right.
"How did you make this? Shuangxi, you're a genius! So thin, so light, and yet so strong. Beautiful and practical!"
Lin Shuangxi was so happy to be praised by Jiang Henian that the ahoge on his head was shaking and his arms were shaking with excitement.
At this time, she did not forget her brother. She grabbed Lin Shi's clothes and said, "My brother cut it."
Jiang Henian's eyes fell on the bamboo chips piled in front of the stove, and he exclaimed sincerely: "Xiao Shi, you two are really amazing!"
Lin Shi scratched the back of his head shyly. Mai Hei's face showed a row of white teeth, full of youthfulness. He was finally not like a reserved little adult anymore.
"Shuangxi likes to weave and play with it, so I just carve bamboo strips for her."
As he was speaking, Lin Shuangxi suddenly ran back into the house, quickly returning with a small bamboo basket that was not yet finished.
He squatted down, put it on the ground and started weaving it for Jiang Henian to see.
The thin, long bamboo strips that were spread out in all directions were very obedient in her hands.
Jiang Henian squatted in front of her and exclaimed in amazement.
When Lin Shuangxi heard her exclamation, he was like a wound-up spring, and his little hands started weaving very quickly. At such a young age, it seemed as if he had 20 years of experience in bamboo weaving.
"Shuangxi, you are even better than the old master!"
Lin Shuangxi patted the bottom of the woven bamboo basket and smiled, "For my sister."
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