He said so much in one breath, and then he stopped rambling and got straight to the point.
The bamboo strips were all prepared. Although they were a bit rough and hadn't been properly trimmed, they were enough for use. He also had quite a few banana leaves left, so he could use them as a base to avoid getting cuts.
"Next, we will weave a large winnowing basket. Because it needs to bear a lot of weight, we cannot use the same method as weaving rattan mats. The flexibility of bamboo strips and rattan strips is also different. In order to have enough load-bearing capacity, it must have a frame."
Li Sheng displayed the prepared, uniformly thicker bamboo strips in front of everyone. These bamboo strips had many branches at both ends, each less than a centimeter wide, and were very flexible.
These rice-shaped strands intertwined in circles, about a meter in diameter. When Li Sheng felt it was about right, he added even smaller, softer bamboo strips, which began to wrap around the circle. After about five or six circles, they slowly stopped spreading horizontally and began to spread deeper.
Although it's a winnowing basket, it's better to make it a bit deeper for safety reasons, to prevent the milk clumps from falling out. Only start rinsing the edges after the winnowing basket has some depth.
At this point, the bamboo strips that are spread out at both ends come into play. They are inserted into the gaps in one direction to prevent the woven bamboo strips from falling apart. It is not necessary to insert them all.
This is the bone, but it's only half done; we still need the skin.
The method of making leather is similar to that of rattan mats, using a cross-weaving method, with the strips crossing each other one above the other. After each strip is crossed, a long, thick bamboo strip is used to push it inward and press it down firmly until the area is about ten centimeters larger than the bottom of the winnowing basket.
However, figuring out how to combine skin and bone is also a science in itself.
Two tight headbands were obtained from the head of the winnowing basket.
He rekindled the fire, picked out a few thick bamboo strips, and prepared to make two round frames. One had to fit the outer rim of the winnowing basket, and the other was smaller to fit the inner rim. The size was very precise.
Thicker bamboo strips are not very flexible, so fire is needed. Placing the bamboo strips on a fire to heat them allows the thicker bamboo strips to better develop their curved shape.
Holding the skeleton and gesturing, he finally connected it with thin bamboo strips at the joints, and soon two suitable headbands were made.
First, fix the large piece to the frame, then attach the "skin" to the bone. Once attached, put the inner ring in and it will fit perfectly. Use the remaining thin bamboo strips to wrap around and fix it clockwise. Then use an axe to remove the excess. A large winnowing basket is now complete.
This one is exquisitely made, like a work of art.
The viewers watching the live stream were full of praise.
"This is just too strong."
"I'll pay for it, you make one for me too."
"It's so beautiful. It was expected that it could be made, but it's a surprise that it turned out to be a high-quality product. It looks very sturdy."
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The reactions of the viewers in the live stream were exactly what he expected, but this wasn't the end of it; his ultimate goal was the swing bed.
Then they took out the thin vines they had collected earlier and arranged them in a snowflake pattern, weaving them through the bottom of the entire winnowing basket, leaving only an opening for one person to enter. Finally, after determining the height, they gathered all the thin vines into a large strip as thick as a wrist.
Finally, dismantle the original version of the swing that was woven earlier.
The way we wove it now is like heaven and earth compared to when we first started. Before, it was like a primitive man's sudden inspiration, but now it's like a craftsman's exquisite work.
After they are connected, they can still be raised and lowered manually. When he is there, he can lower them a little so that the baby can play on them. When he is not there, he can put the baby on them and hang them two or three meters high. Even if wild boars come, they are not afraid, unless the wild boars can knock down the tree with a diameter of nearly one meter.
That's practically impossible.
The results of this afternoon were very worthwhile.
The little girl was dozing on a banana leaf when a bright blue butterfly landed on her back. The setting sun cast long shadows of her and the butterfly, creating a dreamlike scene.
He was so engrossed in the scene that he was reluctant to wake Naituan, but he was also worried that Naituan would have trouble sleeping at night if she slept too much during the day, so he gently called her name twice.
"Milk ball~".
The sleeping child slowly sat up, his eyes still blurry, clearly not having slept enough, and murmured unconsciously.
"dad".
The baby slowly sat up. The butterfly was not startled and circled the baby twice before landing on the slightly reddened tip of her ear.
This adorable image has melted the hearts of countless parents online.
Live broadcast room.
"My virtual adopted daughter, my lovely baby."
"The milk belongs to everyone in the group, and no one can monopolize it."
"Ahhh! My heart is melting."
"I really want to arrange a marriage for my son when we were little, but unfortunately he's not good enough."
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Only after Li Sheng walked over and Naituan stood up did the butterfly reluctantly leave.
Her voice was as soft as water, as if afraid of startling the little one in her arms: "Are you awake?"
The daughter naturally put her hand on her father's neck, her tone slightly coquettish.
"Hmm, Dad, is the swing ready? That lady must have been waiting for a long time."
The overflowing love from the online moms in the live stream caused the chat to explode.
"What a fairy daughter, so cute and kind-hearted."
"Mommy also wants to hug the little milk ball. It must smell so good. I feel like I want to suckle it."
"Mom Number Two also needs to inhale."
"Mom No. 3 followed closely behind."
"Mom Number Four is not inferior."
"Mom wants to cut in line."
"Mom, I'll be waiting for you, rain or shine."
"Dad #1 said that #5 was very rude, kicked him out of the team and gave up his spot for me."
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Is this an addiction?
Li Sheng felt a bit terrified looking at the pack of hungry wolves. If they could really suck his daughter's life force, they would drain her of all her essence. He was not going to give it to her.
Looking at the screen, he even seemed a little smug. Only he could get his hands on it; no one else could even dream of it. As he inhaled it, he couldn't help but let out a maternal smile, just like a cat encountering catnip, becoming addicted and unable to control himself.
Until the baby couldn't stand being rubbed against by her dad anymore.
"You stinky man! I hate you!"
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"That's right, you stinky men, get out of here, the milk ball is ours."
"This is the mothers' team, you stinky men, please stop trying."
"It's unfair. There's no rule that only women can 'virtually raise' daughters, but men can't?"
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Only then did Li Sheng remember the important matter at hand.
"The swing is ready, let's go swing on it."
He placed the milk ball in the winnowing basket and gently pushed it from the side, causing the basket to sway as Li Sheng pushed it.
Li Sheng looked at the drone's camera and smiled.
"I am still your friend, the God of Wealth. I am now fulfilling my promise."
In the ward, the girl was still alone. Watching the live stream, she couldn't help but cry. This time, it wasn't because of sadness or pain, but because of a deep sense of satisfaction and happiness.
With one hand covering half of her face, she held her phone in the other hand and typed a line of text with some difficulty using her thumb.
Live broadcast room.
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I am your God of Wealth: "Thank you. If I can live forever, I will always support you."
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Li Sheng found this comment a bit strange. He always felt that "I am your God of Wealth Mom" carried a hint of sadness, but he immediately overshadowed it with joy.
I am your Goddess of Wealth, and I have given you a dragon beard tree.
How could he not be happy to gain a wealthy and devoted fan? Besides, what can someone like him, who is heavily in debt, do to help with the troubles and sorrows of the rich?
He can't understand the happiness of the rich, nor can he solve their troubles.
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