"It's not difficult, it's simple. I've been making it up for 68 years, and I've been learning it since I was nine years old, and I can make up several a day. Compared to our house, which uses bamboo to make furniture, it's too easy to weave these things. Li Guangzheng shook his head and said.

"Ladies and gentlemen, when I heard my grandfather say this, I remembered that my grandfather's house had a bamboo house, which was completely made of bamboo, from the walls to the roof, from the floor to the beams and columns, as well as the furniture inside, such as stools, tables, beds, cabinets, and boxes, all of which were made by my grandfather himself when he was young.

When I was a child, when I went to my grandfather's house, I liked to stay in the bamboo house, because it was warm in winter and cool in summer, and there was always a fresh breath, just like being in a bamboo forest, which made people feel refreshed.

However, this bamboo house has a history of more than 50 years, although it is still well preserved, but we are also worried that it is not stable, and we will not let my grandfather live in it. ”

Hearing his grandfather say this, Ye Ziqi remembered one thing, that is, next to his grandfather's new house, the old bamboo house that has been kept, he came home a few years ago and saw that it was still there, but it was used to pile up some sundries, but it was built by his grandfather himself for half a year when he was young, and it was the new house when he married his grandmother.

"Third child, did you say that old house? Originally, I thought it was quite comfortable to live in it, but your uncle and your mother didn't let me live there, saying it was not safe. Where is it not safe? It's safe to live in for hundreds of years, and of course we raised your uncle, your mother, and their babies in that room. ”

When his grandfather Li Guangzheng heard Ye Ziqi talk about the bamboo house in his hometown, a smile appeared on his dark and wrinkled face, as if he was reminiscing about the past and thinking of some good times.

"Grandpa, they are also good for you. Although the bamboo house is comfortable to live in, but it is a little damp, you are old, what if you have rheumatism? Uncle built you a new house, with all kinds of household appliances and air conditioning, living in it is better for your body. Ye Ziqi did not avoid it, but persuaded his grandfather in the live broadcast.

"Boss, how do you sell this bamboo basket?" At this time, a middle-aged woman came over and asked, while looking curiously at the live broadcast of Ye Ziqi.

"This aunt, my grandfather has been doing bamboo stripping for more than 60 years, you see how this craft is? And I'm running a live broadcast now, I don't sell you at a high price, fifteen yuan a piece, it's easy and labor-saving to go grocery shopping, and it's beautiful, what do you say?"

"Fifteen dollars a piece? Okay, then I'll buy one." The middle-aged woman hesitated for a moment, but when she saw the live camera facing her, she smiled and bought a bamboo basket.

"The third child, I sell it for ten yuan each, and you sell it for five more yuan, will it not be good?" After the grandfather collected the money, he waited until the middle-aged woman left before whispering.

"Grandpa, your craftsmanship is definitely worth this price, if you buy it in the county seat, you can sell it for at least twenty yuan a piece. Ye Ziqi hurriedly said to him.

Soon, someone came over to ask the price of the basket, and it was a rural lady who came, Ye Ziqi did not brag, but directly asked his grandfather to bargain with the other party.

"Big sister, this basket costs thirty yuan a piece. Grandpa said.

"Brother, can you sell it for less?" asked the eldest lady.

"Big sister, a basket has to be made for a day, and I will sell it to you for twenty-five yuan. Grandpa said.

"Twenty yuan at most, it's already a lot, do you want to sell it?" said the eldest lady.

"Twenty can't be done, twenty-four, I'll give you another dollar. Grandpa said.

"Brother, I only sell it for twenty yuan for a red mous, you can let me let it go." The eldest lady said.

"Let you have two more yuan, twenty-two yuan, if you want to sell it, you will get the money, if you don't sell it, forget it. Grandpa waved his hand and said.

"Twenty-two is twenty-two, your back basket is quite sturdy, otherwise I wouldn't have bought it. The eldest lady took out the money as she spoke, it was all crumpled, only ten or five yuan a piece, and she didn't see a larger denomination, so she counted it a few times before handing it to her grandfather.

Grandfather Li Guangzheng also counted a few times before he nodded reassuringly and put it in his pocket: "Big sister, it's definitely worth it for you to buy the back basket made by me, it won't be rotten in the first ten years." ”

It wasn't until it was close to noon that my grandfather sold a few more pieces of bamboo utensils, but there were still one or twenty pieces left, which he slowly put away, then loaded them into a tricycle, and went home with Ye Ziqi and Junjie.

During this period, Ye Ziqi took Junjie to buy some pork, and also bought some rice cakes, a kind of cake made of rice flour called Paoba, which is very popular among children and the elderly.

The place where my grandfather's house is located is called Lion Rock, which is only more than nine miles away from Baishi Town, and it takes only more than 20 minutes to return home by a tricycle, which is located in a yard on the side of the road under a small hill.

The house was built by my uncle in recent years, and there was a yard in front of it, but at this time there were some bamboos piled up in the yard, some cut bamboo strips, and some unfinished bamboo tools.

On the right side of the new house, there is the old bamboo house, about thirty or forty square meters, a total of two floors, the top floor used to be a house, the ground floor is an activity place, now the bottom floor has piled up some sundries, the top floor seems to have been empty, put some old furniture and old objects from the grandparents.

Behind it is Lion Rock, a hill four or five hundred meters above sea level, there are no trees on the mountain, all are bamboo forests, but there are many different kinds of bamboo, the big ones are like trees, the small ones are like fingers, but there are more cups and fine ordinary bamboos.

This Lion Rock, according to my grandfather, looks like a lion lying on the ground from a distance, and the long hair on its body is those bamboos, so it was named Lion Rock a long time ago.

There are also older generations who say that Lion Rock was originally a real lion, it was originally a heavenly guard, and then made a mistake, so he fled to the mortal world, and has been hiding here and falling asleep.

When I was a child, Ye Ziqi and his older brothers and sisters, as well as his cousins and cousins, often ran to the mountains to dig bamboo shoots, pick bamboo shoot shells, pick bamboo leaves, and sometimes find fungi in the bamboo forest, or see fleeing hares, pheasants or something.

Of course, it was also very interesting for everyone to play hide and seek in the bamboo forest, and Ye Ziji also learned to climb bamboo with his cousin, and he could twist his legs and climb to a height of several meters.

In short, this time I returned to my grandfather's house under the Lion Rock, and the feeling of the leaf period was particularly deep, which I had never had before, maybe it had something to do with a person's experience.