Several children happily went to find Grandpa Xia.
At this moment, Grandpa Xia was enthusiastically taking his grandsons to split bamboo strips, cut them into thin strips, and use them to make lantern ribs in an orderly manner.
Old Master Xia has a pair of big, broad and strong hands, with many wrinkles on the knuckles. His palms and fingers are covered with calluses, cracks and scars. No matter how you look at it, they are a pair of rough hands that have been worked for many years.
However, these hands possess a dexterity that is extremely disproportionate to their appearance.
In just the time it took to stick up an incense stick, Grandpa Xia had woven the frame of a hexagonal lantern, made paste with flour, and pasted the red paper he had bought a few days ago on the outside of the lantern.
By the time the paper on the lanterns dried, it was already dark.
Old Master Xia lit the candle with an incense stick, dripped two drops of wax into the "nest" in the middle of the lantern, placed the candle firmly on it, pressed it twice, and fixed it firmly.
The flickering light of the candle gently shines through the red paper.
The faces and hands of the people around were all hazy and covered with a layer of warm red.
Old Master Xia enthusiastically moved the ladder to the wall, picked up the lantern he had just made, and hung it on the lantern pole in the yard.
A gust of wind blew, and the lantern swayed twice, and the candle inside also swayed twice, but it remained stable, without falling over or going out.
Old Master Xia smiled happily and said, "It's done!"
The children clapped their hands excitedly and jumped up and down, cheering loudly.
Xia Daohua discovered that Wulang had sneaked into the team at some point.
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