The one-inch-long bamboo basket is very thin, but very hard, with the unique texture of bamboo, but it is more delicate than the polished smooth wood grain, and has a yellowish color in the sun.

More than a dozen were spot-checked in a row, the roots were like this, the thickness was uniform, and it was rare that the hardness was enough, Ye Lao nodded with satisfaction.

Lu Zi'an always had a faint smile on the corner of his lips, this bamboo basket seems simple, but it is not easy to do.

Not only can it not have bamboo skin for each piece, but after it is cut, it also needs to be stir-fried and hardened with tea oil, and the time and heat are quite harsh.

It can't be a tender bamboo, it's too soft to be fixed.

You can't be too old, you have to pick three or four-year-old bamboos, peel the skin, and only a few dozen pieces of each bamboo can be peeled.

And the dustpan that Lu Zi'an was holding was slightly estimated, to say the least, there were about 600 roots.

"I'll nail one, and you'll do the rest. Ye Lao took a few bamboo baskets and reached out to take the hammer next to him.

"Done. Lu Zi'an put down the dustpan and took a hammer in his hand.

If you want to completely fix the cowhide, you need three neat bamboo baskets.

Ye Lao made a rough gesture, his eyes were quick, and he hammered down the first one.

"Over to you. "He was too old to be outside, and he couldn't stand it, so he couldn't help but take tea and sit on a wicker chair, shaking a fan while watching him do it.

With such a big drum, he only does it once a year.

Last year, I hired three workers to help do it for half a month, but I didn't expect it to be done so quickly this year.

Thinking of this, Ye Lao couldn't help but squint his eyes and stare at Lu Zi'an.

Hey, I don't know whose descendants are so powerful, his master is really blessed!

Lu Zi'an nailed the bamboo baskets, which were also very clean and neat.

He doesn't even need to use any auxiliary tools, one hammer at a time, what is rare is that the strength is just right, and each bamboo basket is nailed to just expose a head.

He grabbed a handful of bamboo baskets in his left hand and a hammer in his right hand.

The thumb and index finger come out together, and the right hand is a hammer.

When this one was finished, he shifted the same distance slightly sideways, and then evened out another one.

The distance from which each bamboo basket is nailed is the same, and the nail is very neat and beautiful.

The most terrifying thing is that even if you look at Ye Lao's position, these bamboo baskets are completely parallel.

Ye Lao even forgot to smoke his cigarette and stared at him.

But Lu Zi'an did it well, it seemed to be a little jerky at the beginning, and then it became more and more comfortable, he didn't even need to look at it, and when he nailed the second round, he didn't even need to pause in the middle.

All the way down, the movements are chic and leisurely, as if they are painting.

Ye Lao thought so, and said so: "It feels like you're painting." ”

"Painting?" Lu Zi'an raised his eyebrows, glanced at the bamboo basket in his hand, and even thought about it seriously: "It's not impossible, this nail can be used as a light and shade allocation according to its depth and distance, and it can indeed be painted." ”

"You're talking nonsense, how can bamboo baskets be used to paint. Ye Lao took a puff of his cigarette: "You can't draw." ”

Lu Zi'an smiled, but he didn't argue: "I'll try it later." ”

Even while chatting, the movements in his hands did not pause at all.

More than 300 bamboo baskets were nailed down, and his face did not change, as if it was as easy as effortless.

Ye Lao originally wanted to knock him and make him humble, but he didn't expect that he didn't stump him at all, and went over to help him turn over the drum barrel with a calm face.

As a result, before he could speak, Lu Zi'an had already said: "Ye Lao, I'll come to the Double Dragon Rollerball here." ”

"Okay. "Ye Lao is happy to be idle.

Watching Lu Zi'an stretch his skin alone, and then rolling the stones in a decent manner, he felt that he would not be surprised if there was any movement in this later life.

Especially Lu Zi was stable and good, he went over and patted it gently.

Yes, it's on par with the other half of the drum skin he tuned before.

God eats food, no wonder.

Lu Zi'an took the hammer and hammered it all the way down, not to mention smashing it into his hand, and he didn't even sweat a few drops.

Another 300 bamboo baskets were hammered in, and he even had some regrets: "Ah, it's finished." ”

Not only do I not feel tired, but I even feel like I can come for another 600!

The bamboo baskets were sharpened and polished smooth, and the drum was made.

Lu Zi'an clapped the drum with a smile, his voice was very beautiful, and he looked back at Ye Lao with satisfaction: "Ye ...... Huh?"

Ye Lao walked out of the inner room, leaned against the door frame and looked up: "I said hello to the people in the village." ”

In the distance, several figures approached this direction.

This is?

Looking at the doubts in Lu Zi'an's eyes, Ye Lao smiled: "Aren't you going down the mountain tomorrow? This drum is made by you, and you have to see it." ”

What do you see? Lu Zi'an was even more strange.

"Huh!" Ye Lao called him.

Lu Zi'an raised his head and threw two mallets head-on, and he subconsciously took it: "Ye Lao......"

"Drumsticks. Ye Lao was still slow, and the young men approached and shouted at him loudly, and he nodded: "It's done, move down." ”

"Okay!" The four young men who came smiled honestly, and greeted Lu Zi'an, their eyes were simple and kind, and there was naturally no lack of curiosity.

Lu Zi'an nodded with them, picked up the cigarette on the side and handed it over, but they didn't smoke it, only smiled and waved their hands: "We have to move the drum down quickly, we have already changed our clothes!"

Lu Zi'an realized that they seemed to be dressed up today.

The four young men, all dressed in coarse cloth shorts, each hung a red sweat scarf, and smiled happily.

He was already confused by Ye Lao, and couldn't help but ask at this time, "Is there any happy event in the village?"

"That's right!" the young men laughed happily: "You have a good eye, we are holding the beginning of the autumn festival today!"

Lu Zi'an suddenly realized, yes, the beginning of autumn!

He hurriedly put the drumsticks aside and helped them move the drums out along with the drum racks.

After going down the stairs, they no longer needed his help, and the four of them shouted the trumpet and went down the mountain in high spirits.

The sound of the trumpet, full of masculine atmosphere, echoed in the mountains and forests, startling several birds and magpies.

"Hey!"

In the mountains in the distance, the sound of cheering could be heard in the distance.

"Let's go!" Ye Lao still looked like an old god, and glanced at him with a smile: "It's a pity that you didn't come at the right time, the Qingfeng Festival is more lively than this!"

Lu Zi'an took the drumstick and some odd things, and hurriedly followed.

It was about the sound of the sound, and a few leaves fell from the trees, and there seemed to be a hint of coolness in the air.

Like, autumn has arrived!

Ye Lao lives relatively high, but he usually has to transport some materials or something, and the road is quite smooth.

A few people carried such a big drum down, but nothing went wrong.

After turning three or two corners, I could hear the murmuring of water in front of me.

Lu Zi'an heard the prestige, but saw a black head.

In the lawn where the millet is usually dried, I don't know when a high platform has been erected, and the red ribbon looks like it has been some years, but it is still very joyful when it hangs on the top.

"Hey, wait!" a little girl quickly ran up, wrapped a long red silk around the drum, and tied a beautiful knot with her hand.

After piercing her eyes, her eyes were fixed on the drumstick in Lu Zi'an's hand.

It could be seen that she was a little shy, but she still walked over generously: "Mr. Lu, can you give me this?"

"Yes. Lu Zi'an looked at the red silk in her hand, and also understood what she was going to do, so he hurriedly handed it over.

Sure enough, there were two beautiful knots tied on the drumsticks, and a long strip hung down from the end.

The villagers came very well, and they looked at it in a trance, and their clothes were divided into several colors.

Ye Lao beside him saw his doubts, and lit his pipe: "It's all from several nearby villages, and they're all here together." ”

As he spoke, the little girl had already run back with the drumstick and handed it to the man in the prime of life.

There was silence in all directions, but the drums carried by the four people had not yet been put down.

The middle-aged man held a drumstick in one hand and suddenly held it high: "The wind and rain are smooth!"

Everyone happily raised their hands and shouted with him: "Hey!

With their shouts, the drums walked to the front of the stage step by step.

The man in the prime of life raised the gavel again: "Harvest of grains!"

"Whey, hey, good harvest!"

The drum crashed to the ground.