Chapter 58 Craftsmanship Value
The original owner was very literate and could write very well.
She was not completely idle at home before. After the busy farming season, she would help Li Boxun copy some books to earn some pocket money.
Although this kind of work is hard, it is also fun and allows her to constantly improve herself in the process of reading and writing.
But now, Zhao Chunhua can only say that if she wants to make real progress, she still needs to practice more and practice more diligently.
"Mother Yun, are you bringing your baby out to play?"
A familiar village woman asked as she was peeling bean pods under the shade of a tree, her gentle voice revealing a strong sense of rural nostalgia.
These beans and rice can be dried and stored in the winter, and cooked into porridge to warm you up.
Such home-cooked snacks not only make the family eat comfortably, but also save a lot of expenses.
Zhao Chunhua nodded, and looking at the little guy beside her stretching his neck curiously looking around, she couldn't help but smile.
Feeling the warmth of the sun on my body and the harmonious atmosphere around me, I sat down naturally.
"Children like to be in a lively environment. Take him around to see the world."
Zhao Chunhua spoke softly to the child, her eyes full of infinite longing for the future.
"That's true. My grandson is the same. He doesn't want to stay at home for a whole day. Even on a rainy day, he has to be taken out for a walk before he's satisfied."
The woman was about the same age as Zhao Chunhua, but she was already a grandmother of several children.
Her words made everyone present laugh.
Although they are the same age, they can still be clearly distinguished.
Since the original owner did not have to work in the fields herself, her skin, although not very fair, appeared quite delicate and smooth, and she looked much younger than her actual age.
"Mother Yun, are you really planning to let Sister Ying from Dakuan's family help you take care of the child?"
The person who asked the questions was Aunt Wang. Her surname was Wang and she was a relative of the famous Shu Daniu family in the village.
In fact, only those who are of the same age as Zhao Chunhua or older call her Yunniang, which sounds particularly intimate.
Zhao Chunhua continued to nod: "The last time I took care of a child this old was more than ten years ago. Really, I was not too old at that time, and my physical strength and energy were much better than now. Besides, I am the only adult in the family, and sometimes it is really too busy to take care of the child. Sometimes I have to cook, and then I have to wash clothes, plus all the trivial things of taking care of the child. There is really no moment to rest."
Aunt Li next to her couldn't help but ask her: "Then why did you move out? You could have stayed in your hometown and let your children help you more."
Aunt Wang thought it would be a good idea for Zhao Chunhua to move out.
"Her eldest and second grandsons are about the same age as this child. If she doesn't move out, Yun Niang will have to take care of three children by herself."
As a result, Yunniang's life would become even more difficult. She would be busy from morning to night every day and would have no time to rest properly.
This is really too busy to breathe.
Yunniang not only has to take care of the daily lives of these three children, but also has to pay attention to their education. Such pressure is really too great for her.
"That's her grandchild too. Seeing one is the same as seeing two."
Aunt Li spoke her mind directly. She did not support Zhao Chunhua moving. In her opinion, a woman's life should revolve around her husband and children. She had to endure no matter how difficult it was. After all, that was her responsibility. How could she just move away?
"I don't have your ability, but I'm already very good at taking care of this one."
Aunt Li has always been straightforward, and Zhao Chunhua didn't be polite to her. After all, everyone has their own way of life.
To her, taking care of children and teaching children are two different things after all.
The former only needs to ensure that they grow up healthy and happy, while the latter needs to invest a lot of time and energy to cultivate children's abilities and character. The difficulty of the two is very different.
At least the children were very hardworking and did well in their studies. Although her daughter-in-law sometimes disagreed with her decisions, her son was generally very filial and often helped her, which made her feel very gratified.
As for Aunt Li's sons, they simply listen to their wives. After giving birth to the children, they just throw them into their mother's room and never care about their children's daily lives.
So those little guys always staggered when they walked, were all dirty, and were not well taken care of at all.
"We have already raised our own son, so there is no reason for us to worry about our son's son. I am not born to suffer."
Zhao Chunhua thought to herself and looked at the people in front of her with some displeasure.
She will not shirk her responsibilities, but she will not take on tasks that are not hers.
The burden of life was already overwhelming her, and there was no need to have more worries.
Life is always filled with hardships and difficulties. Everyone has his or her own difficulties. Who has it easier than anyone else?
"Come on, you two can continue shelling beans. I'll take the kids out for a walk."
Zhao Chunhua said lightly, then turned and walked away.
She didn't want to continue chatting with these people, as that would only make her more bored and distressed.
Following the route she remembered, Zhao Chunhua held her child tightly and finally found the residence of the bamboo craftsman.
It wasn't far from home, but it was also a little adventure for her.
Finally, she found the small store in an inconspicuous alley.
She spent the only ten cents she had on buying a big bamboo hat and a small bamboo hat.
The big hat was made with simple workmanship, and the brim was particularly wide, which could even completely cover her entire head including part of her shoulders; while the small hat was completely different - it was made of the most delicate bamboo strips hand-woven, and although it was only big enough to cover a child's head, it was much more delicate and lovely in both touch and appearance than the one used by adults.
Although the two products should be similar in price, the smaller children's version is actually more valuable because of its exquisite craftsmanship.
After putting the big bamboo hat on the cloth bag on her back and putting the newly bought small hat on the cub in her arms, Zhao Chunhua felt at ease and slowly led him back home.
Before the mother and son had returned home for long, Zhang Mingfeng came back.
Seeing his wife outside with the little one alone, he immediately understood something, so he silently picked up the two empty buckets prepared at the door and walked towards the old well not far away that was shared by all the villagers.
Due to the lack of water at home, he had to make this trip twice to fill all the large containers in the house with clean water to meet the family's basic needs for the next few days.
"Don't rush back to work, second brother."
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