Yu Jiao thought that it must be Yu Fuling who told him so she said, "I can go back with my aunt and the others. The Autumn Examination will be held next month, so you should stay at home and review your studies."
Yu Jiao was originally bought to bring good luck, so it's inevitable that she will be looked down upon. If she returns to the village and her husband doesn't follow her, who knows what gossip will be said in Mengjia Village.
"You don't have to worry about your studies. It won't delay anything if I accompany you back." Yu Qizhe said gently.
It's good to have someone accompany you. Yu Qizhe said so himself, so Yu Jiao didn't refuse. She just joked, "If you fail the exam in the future, don't blame me."
Yu Qizhe looked at the smile on her face and couldn't help but reach out and gently rub her head, "In your mind, am I just a complainer?"
Yu Jiao was a little stunned as a big hand gently stroked her head. She remembered that her senior brother also liked to rub her head like this in the past.
She would always complain that when her senior touched her head, it was like he was petting a puppy, and she would chase after him and try to touch him back.
But those happy and laughing times of the past no longer exist.
The silky and soft touch of his palm was excellent, and the little girl stood there obediently letting him touch her. Yu Qizhe rubbed her twice greedily, only to find that Yu Jiao was in a trance, and she was lost in thought as to what she was thinking about. Her clear almond eyes revealed a look of nostalgia.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and his slender, delicate fingers with distinct joints and a hint of paleness slid down from the top of Yu Jiao's head and gently pinched Yu Jiao's cute little face with a hint of baby pink.
Yu Jiao was pinched on the face, and she came to her senses immediately. She couldn't help blushing. Except for being pinched on the face by her grandfather when she was young, she had never been teased like this since she grew up. She raised her hand and slapped Yu Qizhe's hand away, pretending to be angry and said, "What's wrong? I'm not a child. Don't touch my head or pinch my face anymore."
Yu Qizhe smiled softly, with a hint of sparkling light in his narrow eyes. He felt that Yu Jiao's little girlish coquettishness particularly aroused his heart, and he wanted to see it again.
"Although you are not a child, I am your brother now. In my eyes, no matter how old you are, you are still a little girl." Yu Qizhe said in a doting tone.
Yu Jiao shook her shoulders. She was not used to Yu Qizhe's gentle tone, and even less used to him calling himself brother. She couldn't help but wonder if Master Huijue had passed away and Yu Qizhe was upset.
Seeing her making such an indecent gesture and with such a strange expression on her face, Yu Qizhe couldn't help but freeze and sighed helplessly.
Yu Jiao recalled what Mr. Yu said at the dinner table yesterday and asked, "Do you still need to find someone to write a letter of recommendation for the provincial examination like Yu Zhizhou and the others did?"
Yu Qizhe smiled, with a bit of youthful pride on his face, "Of course not, I'm already a student."
"When are you going to tell the old man and the others about the next autumn imperial examination?" Yu Jiao was worried that Yu Qizhe's health was bad because of poisoning, and maybe the person who poisoned him was a member of the Yu family.
Yu Qizhe was just an ordinary young man from this remote mountain village. He only showed off his talent once when he passed the imperial examination. He had never had any enemies. Who would give him such a vicious poison to destroy his body?
Yu Jiao originally didn't want to be involved in such matters, but her ties with the Yu family became deeper and deeper, and she couldn't help but think about it.
"Wait a few days." Yu Qizhe said indifferently.
Yu Jiao nodded, "Okay." To avoid any more trouble.
Zhang and Song both planned to sew new clothes at home, and left the task of buying cotton paper, paint and tung oil to Yu Qiaoshan and Yu Mengshan. After breakfast, the two went to the town to buy things for making umbrellas.
Yu Huangqi wanted to see if Yu Qiaoshan and the others could make an oil-paper umbrella, so he planned to return to Mengjia Village later.
Yu Jiao secretly gave Yu Mengshan a tael of silver and asked him to help buy some food at the grain store in town to take to Liu Sanniang and her son. She couldn't touch the Yu family's food, and she was too lazy to ask for it from Old Man Yu. Dealing with the old men and women of the Yu family was really too annoying.
Now Yu Mengshan was used to using his prosthesis and his pace was not slow. He and Yu Qiaoshan did not stay long in the town after buying all the things. Both of them were eager to do something big, and they returned from the town with the things before noon.
Yu Mengshan carried a bag and a bag of flour, and returned the unused silver to Yu Jiao. Yu Jiao asked him to keep it, but Yu Mengshan refused to take it, and said that it was not right to use the child's money for small expenses. After a while of pushing and shoving, Yu Jiao had to accept it.
Seeing that the meal at home was not ready yet, Yu Qiaoshan and his son went to the bamboo forest at the foot of the mountain to cut bamboo. Yu Huangqi was very optimistic about this business. Opening a pork shop was too troublesome, so she wanted Meng Dafu to learn something and sent Meng Dafu to help.
Since they were just trying it out, they didn't pick too many bamboos.
Yu Qiaoshan found the oil-paper umbrella at home and studied it carefully, intending to make one in the same way.
Several people worked together to saw the bamboo, scrape off the green and yellow parts, carve out the ribs and handle, and then took them to the iron pot in the kitchen to boil them in water.
According to Yu Qiaoshan, bamboo will be stronger if it is soaked in water and then dried in the sun.
After cooking the umbrella ribs, handles and bamboo strips, Song prepared lunch and called several people who were busy in the yard to come and eat.
They were all eager to see what the oil-paper umbrellas looked like after they were made. During the meal, Yu Qiaoshan and his companions ate very quickly. After finishing their meal, they put down their bowls and chopsticks and went to the yard to chop thin bamboo strips.
At noon, the sun was strong and the bamboo strips and umbrella frames were quickly dried. Several people were busy carving the bamboo, drilling holes, installing handles, buckles, and assembling the frame.
Most of the time, it was the experienced Yu Qiaoshan who did it, with Yu Mengshan, Yu Zhixing and Meng Dafu helping out.
Yu Jiao squatted aside and watched with great interest. She had thought that making oil-paper umbrellas was very convenient, but she had not expected the process to be so complicated. Just making the bamboo umbrella frame was so troublesome.
Fortunately, she was still proud of herself for coming up with such an idea. If Yu Qiaoshan was not good at carpentry and knew a lot, how could this oil-paper umbrella be made?
Her perspective of transcending this world is simply irresponsible. She is really ignorant and shallow.
For a moment, I couldn't help but admire these handed down crafts more and more. In another world, with the development of the times, the decline of traditional handicrafts has become an inevitable trend.
But these traditional crafts that have inspired the progress of social civilization have contributed immeasurable value.
After the assembly was completed, Yu Qiaoshan and his colleagues threaded the threads around the umbrella ring and connected the umbrella handles and umbrella heads together to form a skeleton.
At this point, the umbrella frame is considered completed, and the next step is to put on the umbrella cover, mount the umbrella, and paste the umbrella edges.
When Song was cooking, she specially boiled a small pot of paste. She used yellow rice flour, which the family only used to make fried sugar cakes during festivals. The paste was very sticky, and after it dried, it was transparent and did not affect the appearance.
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