Jiang Che put the bamboo into the hole again, fiddled with it for a few times, and then felt his hand sink. Jiang Che smiled with satisfaction. Sure enough, there was still one.
After carefully pulling back the bamboo, a fat bamboo rat was dragged out of the hole, hanging on the bamboo with its claws and teeth bared, squeaking and making noises.
Jiang Che brushed off the dirt and broken leaves on his knees, stood up, and picked the bamboo rat off the bamboo by its tail.
"Look, isn't it fat? Bamboo rat meat is really delicious. I haven't eaten it in a long time."
The bamboo rat held in the air by Jiang Che wanted to bend down and bite Jiang Che's hand, but it was too fat and couldn't reach it at all.
"Xiao Che, you've been away from home studying for so many years, but you still remember your grandfather's unique skills. Well done."
The old village chief came over and patted Jiang Che on the shoulder, speaking approvingly.
Apart from Dacheng, I'm afraid Jiang Che is the only one who can master these unique skills. They are all skills passed down by the older generation of mountain herders.
Nowadays, all the young people go out to work, and no one learns these skills. I am afraid that the inheritance will be broken over time!
"This is the precious wealth that my grandfather passed on to me. I will never forget it even if I am beaten to death."
Jiang Che said seriously.
When talking about his grandfather, Jiang Che couldn't help but think of the days when he was a child learning from his grandfather. At that time, he was really innocent and happy, following behind his grandfather and fiddling with his treasures.
Through words and deeds, Jiang Che learned many unique skills over time. These are precious treasures that will benefit him throughout his life!
The old village chief smiled and nodded. He felt very gratified that the elders’ teachings were valued.
"Okay, let's finish cutting the bamboo and go. Once we finish building the fence, we can go back."
The old village chief called everyone to start getting busy. Tang Tian was frightened by the bamboo rat just now and didn't dare to run around.
The three old men looked around, squatting down from time to time to grab a piece of soil and break it open to take a look. They also did not miss the spring water left from the mountain. They took out a small bottle, filled it with water and put it in their pockets.
Jiang Che shook his head. The three old men were really serious. He wondered how they would feel if they found out in the end that the water was just richer in minerals.
After cutting down ten bamboos, Jiang Che used a hatchet to cut off all the bamboo branches. Instead of throwing them away, he gathered them together and tied them up with straw ropes.
"Three old men, could you please take these bamboo strips to the farmland?"
Jiang Che said to the three old men.
"No trouble, leave it to us."
The three of them each took a bundle and picked it up easily.
After cleaning up the bamboo, Jiang Che grabbed the thin ends of two bamboos with one hand and dragged them along the ground.
The remaining six were divided between the old village chief and my parents. The surface of the bamboo was smooth and it was effortless to drag it on the ground.
Jiang Che walked in front, and the group quickly went down the mountain and returned to the farmland.
"Grandpa Village Chief, let me divide the bamboos and you can just build the fence."
Jiang Che said.
"Okay, be careful and don't get your hands pricked by the bamboo thorns." The old village chief nodded in agreement.
"Don't worry, I'm familiar with this job. Tang Tian and Lili, don't get too close."
Pulling the two curious girls aside, Jiang Che placed the bamboos side by side on the ground.
He placed one foot on a bamboo, picked up a hatchet and chopped it hard at the bottom. He held the hatchet and swung it left and right twice, and Jiang Che made a big crack at the bottom of the bamboo, which was as thick as his thigh.
Putting down the hatchet, Jiang Che turned around, grabbed the bottom of the bamboo with both hands and suddenly opened his arms. With a click, the whole bamboo was broken apart by Jiang Che.
This violent scene startled Tang Tian and Hu Lili. How could such a thick bamboo be split so easily?!
"Jiang Che, did you eat spinach? Why are you so strong?!"
Tang Tian asked me in surprise, is this something a normal person can do?
"What's with eating spinach? It's strange because it's not common knowledge. Bamboo can be easily separated as long as there are cracks. This is a skill that all bamboo craftsmen know. Even the village chief can do it."
Jiang Che stood up and said with a smile.
Is that so? Tang Tian petted the little civet, her heart full of doubts. She turned to look at the old village chief and found him shaking his head at her.
Tang Tian gritted her teeth. Jiang Che was talking nonsense again. He was obviously very strong but he refused to admit it.
It was the same when I was hoeing the ground just now. I was like an ox that never gets tired.
The bamboo that was split into two halves by Jiang Che was further divided into thin bamboo strips as thick as a thumb. Ten bamboos were divided into more than two hundred bamboo strips.
Every time Jiang Che sent out a batch of bamboo, the village chief and his parents would come over and pick them up to build a fence. The bamboo branches that Jiang Che had just cut down now served as ropes.
There is a shortage of supplies in the village, so using local materials is the most basic operation.
Bamboo fibers are thick and will not rot even if soaked in water for several years. They are perfect for making ropes to fix fences. It is enough to get through this summer anyway.
Five minutes later, the fence was finally built, and it was perfect.
"Okay, it's done. You can pack up and go home."
Jiang Che stretched his waist and stretched his muscles.
Jiang Che began to pack up his things. The old village chief stood contentedly on the edge of the field, looking at the farmland full of seedlings, and looking forward to what these seedlings would look like when they bore fruit.
I hope nothing goes wrong, this is the key to whether Huaxi Village can be revitalized!
"Grandpa Village Chief, please stop looking. The results are still a few days away. Please be patient and wait!"
Jiang Che walked over, took the hoe from the village chief's hand, put it on his shoulder, and said with a smile.
"You kid, you only know how to talk nonsense," the old village chief said to Jiang Che with a smile, then frowned and said worriedly: "It's so hard for the village to have such an idea, but I, your grandfather, have been very cautious in my heart, worried that the results will be too ordinary!"
"Grandpa Village Chief, don't overthink it. I'm here for you. If fruits and vegetables don't work, we can still grow other things. Our Huaxi Village is picturesque, with beautiful scenery. As long as we repair the road, who's to worry about no one coming?"
"Don't worry, Grandpa Village Chief. We're going to fry bamboo rats at home tonight. Don't go back home. I'll call Grandma and Hao to come over to eat together. It'll be more lively with more people!"
Jiang Che comforted the old man, and the old village chief's frown finally relaxed a little.
He smiled and pointed at Jiang Che: "You are really good at talking..."
After saying this, he strode forward with his hands behind his back, humming an unknown folk song.
Jiang Che followed with the cage containing the bamboo rat. Before he knew it, the sky was filled with fiery clouds, and the colorful sunset dyed the paddy fields on both sides of the ridge red.
The laughter of Tang Tian and Hu Lili echoed in the wilderness. The group walked on the ridge of the field, just like walking in an oil painting.
A few minutes later, everyone returned to Jiang Che's house and happened to see Yuanbao coming in from the intersection with a basket in his mouth.
There was also a half-dead pheasant in the basket, its head hanging limply on the edge of the basket, and its long, beautiful tail feathers were dragging dirty on the ground.
Seeing Jiang Che, Yuanbao immediately ran over with the basket in his mouth and placed the basket in front of Jiang Che.
Jiang Che's face twitched as he looked at the pheasant. He thought, this guy is probably not far from death, right?
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