Song Yangyang sat on a stool in the yard, pursed his lips and remained silent.
After she calmed down, she realized that she had been out of control and her words had been a little harsh.
She turned her head to look in the direction of the room, but she couldn't move her legs to admit her mistake, because the little girl was really stupid and she didn't say anything wrong!
She was so conflicted that she wanted to talk to her companion, but her companion was in the kitchen helping the old lady light the fire and cook.
She sighed and was about to go out to look for her classmates when she saw a bamboo stick poked into the yard.
Then I saw the old man carrying bamboo.
The bamboo was quite heavy, and even with the back half dragged on the ground to reduce some of the weight, it still bent the old man's back.
"College student, thank you for educating Yuewa!"
Looking at Song Yangyang sitting alone, the old man, who thought he had finished tutoring him with his homework, put down the bamboo and said with a smile.
Song Yangyang's face flushed, he glanced at the room guiltily, and quickly changed the subject: "Grandpa, what are you doing with this bamboo?"
The old man walked to the wall and took out an iron box. He smiled and said, "You have come all the way here to help us with our work and educate our children. We are poor and don't have anything to give as a gift. So I picked a three-year-old fresh bamboo and made two bamboo coffee tables for you to take back."
Song Yangyang was surprised and asked, "Can you do this?"
The old man bent down and took out a splitting knife from the box, shaking it with a smile, "When I was young, I was also a famous bamboo craftsman!"
As he spoke, he held the knife in one hand and the bamboo with the other. With one cut, the bamboo, which was as thick as a bowl, was split open.
"Snap."
With a crisp sound, the bamboo roots suddenly cracked.
The splitting knife stuck in the bamboo joint is pushed down, and the bamboo joints open with a sound. This is called "as powerful as a bamboo breaking attack".
For a moment, the fragrance of bamboo filled the air.
After being cut into pieces several times, a long bamboo quickly turned into bamboo pieces of uniform thickness on the ground.
The old man smiled and explained to Song Yangyang who was watching intently: "This is only the first step. The next step is to peel the bamboo strips. The bamboo skin is green bamboo strips, and the bamboo core is yellow bamboo strips. The green bamboo strips are tough enough and can be woven into silk to weave delicate things. The yellow bamboo strips are not strong enough and can only be used to make large items."
As he spoke, he took out a smaller and more curved bamboo knife from the iron box. As the knife moved forward and backward freely, the bamboo strips turned into layers of bamboo strips, each of which was as thin as a piece of paper.
"This bamboo strip cannot be used yet. It needs to be scraped clean."
The old man took the initiative to explain and began to scrape the bamboo strips, scraping off the burrs and edges on each strip and trimming them to the same width at the top and bottom.
Song Yangyang watched quietly as the smooth, slender bamboo strips swayed back and forth between the old man's fingers, trembling slightly, with a bit of the gracefulness of a dancer.
Watching an ordinary piece of bamboo being transformed into lightly dancing strips so quickly in the old man's hands, and then further turned into tables, chairs and utensils, Song Yangyang admired the craftsmanship of turning decay into magic.
Her expression suddenly froze. Yes, a truly powerful person should have this ability.
If every student is gifted and self-taught, what is the role of teachers like her?
Isn't the purpose of a teacher's existence to help those not-so-excellent students become excellent?
The old man didn't see Song Yangyang's expression, and smiled and said, "When my granddaughter was six months old, her mother and husband went out to work. We don't have much education, and we can't teach her anything. She just plays all day and is very naughty in her studies."
"Before, only her mother and husband could help Haer with her homework when they came back for the New Year. When she heard that you were coming, she was so happy that she couldn't sleep for several days. These days, her dream has come true!"
Song Yangyang suddenly felt a lump in his throat and turned around and rushed into the room.
The old man, who happened to be fiddling with bamboo strips with his back to her, was still talking to himself, "Thank you for taking care of my granddaughter. You should beat her or scold her, but we must not say anything."
Song Yangyang ran into the room and looked at the sad little girl who was still sitting on the bed, clutching the corner of her clothes. Her tears immediately flowed out. How could she say such words!
She walked over and looked at the little girl who turned away stubbornly and didn't look at her, and said softly, "I'm sorry, it's my fault. I won't get angry with you again. Can you forgive me?"
The little girl's body was no longer tense, but she still kept her head down and said nothing.
"Big sister has never been a teacher, so you should allow big sister to make mistakes, right? Let's learn together and make progress together, okay?"
The little girl turned her head and looked at her, "Really?"
"Really!" Song Yangyang nodded and stretched out his hand, "Let's make a pinky promise!"
The little girl said crisply: "Let's make a promise and never change it for a hundred years!"
"So are we good friends again now?"
"Um!"
"Can we finish our homework later?"
The little girl hesitated for a moment, then nodded heavily, "Okay!"
Song Yangyang laughed happily, and the little girl also laughed. When she laughed, a big snot bubble appeared!
“It’s time to eat!”
Song Yangyang's companion walked out of the kitchen carrying the dishes and shouted loudly.
At the dinner table, the little girl looked at the vegetable leaves her grandmother put into her bowl and frowned, "I don't want to eat it!"
Song Yangyang smiled and said, "We should eat more vegetables. Only by eating vegetables can we have a balanced diet and become more and more beautiful!"
The little girl hesitated for a moment, then picked up the vegetable leaves and stuffed them into her mouth.
The companion beside him looked at Song Yangyang inquiringly, and Song Yangyang smiled and said, "It's a secret."
The old man laughed and took a sip from his wine glass.
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