Turning around, I saw Aunt Fengxian standing at the door.
She smiled at the person and waved, "Aunt Fengxian, long time no see!"
Aunt Fengxian's smile froze for a moment. "Long time no see!" she said, then added, "You guys are busy, I'll go home now!"
Wan Qiqi looked somewhat annoyed. "Why do I feel like there's something wrong with the way she's looking at me?"
"Isn't this normal?" Yang Mu walked up to Wan Qiqi at some point, glanced at her "masterpiece," and couldn't help but laugh. "At your pace, you won't be able to saw this bamboo tube off by tomorrow. How are you going to make a cup then?"
Wan Qiqi gave an awkward smile and said ingratiatingly, "This is something Uncle Yang is good at, so naturally I can't take over Uncle Yang's job!"
Yang Mu sighed, took the saw from Wan Qiqi's hand, and said, "Move away a bit, you've been hurt!" As he spoke, he began to saw.
In a short while, the two bamboo stalks were sawed into a small section.
He looked up at Wan Qiqi and asked, "How long do you want it to grow?"
Wan Qiqi picked up one and compared its length, "This length is just right."
Yang Mu nodded and, following her instructions, modified all the bamboo tubes and neatly arranged them in a row. "What are you going to do with all this?"
"Buy some sweet soup." Wan Qiqi had already sat down in Yang Mu's seat and started studying the bucket that had just been made. "Uncle Yang, can you make me a bucket too, and a lid as well?"
Yang Mu glanced at her and said, "If you like it, you can take it."
Wan Qiqi looked up in surprise, "This wasn't custom-made?"
Yang Mu sighed softly: "There's a famine now, where are all these people coming from to order them? I'm the one who's set them up to sell in town for money."
Wan Qiqi then realized that every industry was facing difficulties during this extraordinary time.
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