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On the rammed embankment around it, tall pear trees are staggered in two rows.

There are many fruit trees, more branches, and yes, the most leaves.

Autumn, wind chill.

The tree, shaking off its own leaves, covered the ground mother, and raised its hard arms: "Look, how good I am!"

Fallen leaves shake the embankment trees.

Falling leaves are destined to be in the form of autumn, and the slaps of many leaves are shaken one after another, and they can no longer beat the warm heart.

Branches, some with raised fingers pointing in the wind, others with teeth.

In fact, the leaves are originally the tongues of the trees, and when the tongue falls off, the trees show their teeth.

The wind is cold, the teeth are cold, and the fruit trees are cracked open.

The south embankment is not a problem, on the south embankment, under the pear tree, the little girl's fingers and claws are long.

Compared with the tall and stout pear tree, the little girl is so small.

The girl is eleven or twelve, and the tree is three or four feet high.

The small one meter is three or four high, and the tree circumference is more than one meter three or four.

A little pear leaf picking. The leaves are slightly larger than the palm of a small hand, and they are peach-shaped, a bit like human hearts.

The small fingers are slender and soft, and the action of picking up leaves is as fast as the wheel fingers of a pipa girl, so she does not need to grasp it with firewood.

The leaves of the trees have not yet dried, and the yellow is green, and there are still remnants of the summer scenery.

Even if there are ones that have long since withered and yellowed, she does not pick them up, which are easy to break. If a broken leaf falls on the cotton, it becomes a trouble.

The small left hand picks up the leaves, the right hand has a large bamboo needle, and the needle is strung with a long thin vine as a thread.

The thin rattan is the cotton and linen made by soaking fresh cotton stalks in the field mud for a week to ten days, taking off the peeled skin, scrubbing off the rough skin on the surface, and then drying it. Such cotton and linen, as long as you are diligent and do it by hand, you can have as much as you want, the raw materials are inexhaustible, and the process is not complicated.

This year's cotton has not yet been harvested, and cotton and linen cannot be made.

The leaves in the small left hand were quickly stacked in a stack, and the right hand was slightly straightened, and the large needle passed through the leaves, and the leaves were strung on the rattan thread. She wears leaves, a bit like chili peppers.

2★.

Of course, the plough leaves can't be chili peppers, and Xiaoxiao can even smell the sweet and sour smell from the leaves, which is pears and the taste of their home.

Xiaoxiao squatted forward, and the string of leaves in the blanket dragged behind him, flying and long, like a chicken feather bullet, and more like a little girl's thick braids, following Xiaoxiao.

There are already dozens of such leaf blankets, each of which is basically the same length, almost a zhang. The embankment to the south of the tofu weir is full.

The leaf strings squirmed slightly in the autumn wind, as if the embankment more than sixty zhang long was a giant dragon gently shaking. This skinny little woman inadvertently created a strange scene.

The tofu weir is boxy, each embankment is the same length, 24 acres wide, it is the same as the big mouth of the herringbone melancholy ditch.

The mouth is full of food.

The little girl of eleven or twelve picked up fallen leaves, it has been a few hours, she has not straightened her waist, she has not raised her head, and she has not stopped her hand, there are not many things in this world that can distract her, she can be so focused, and it is also a daily grind, so she is so diligent.

Fallen leaves are fragments of summer, shaken off by the autumn wind.

The debris in summer is very easy to ignite, and the heat of the fireworks is very high, and it is the firewood cherished by the village girls of Sorrowfulgou.

The bunches of leaves swung to the end of the embankment, and Xiao Xiao looked up from among the branches to the sky.

Looking up from between the branches, the sky was a very broken face.

The slanting sun is still there, the remnant sun is like blood, and the blood is flowing all over the sky.

The sky is broken, the cold wind is leaking, blowing small clothes, dancing and hunting, the clothes are single, and people are only shadows.

The small body is very thin, she is thin and tall, and there is no extra flesh.

Small big eyes, oval face, round small mouth, long eyebrows. Her little face was white and clean, not only did she not have a little extra meat, but she didn't even have a mole or a finch ban.

When night came, Xiaoxiao dragged the leaf strings and gathered them into two piles, like two hills, which were the fruits of her labor.

Picking it up one by one by hand, it is very slow to think about it, and people use bamboo to catch it is a piece wide.

3★.

If anyone dares to use a firewood chop to compare the speed with a small bare hand, it will be a shame to find it.

Xiaoxiao washed his hands, sat on the edge of the weir and combed his hair, the water of the weir pond in the eighties of the twentieth century was so clear that there was no distraction like Xiaoxiao.

Qiushui has copied her face, the two Xiaoxiao are very close, the toes are almost close to the toes, Xiaoxiao is two, she is not alone.

In the tofu weir, the autumn water is rippling, the sunset is all melting, the western sky is swollen, and the blood color is getting lighter and lighter.

The sky that had been pierced was getting darker and darker, and the night was coming, grinding and rubbing like the words of who untied the sinking boat, and it came very slowly.

The night was like a small thick black hair softly descending to the neck, and the little slender fingers held a short wooden comb, smoothing their hair quickly, and then twisting it up, twisting it into a knot that was not loose or tight, and tying it up with a light-colored head rope, the hair knot was like a destiny destined by God, firmly entrenched on the top of the small head.

She was waiting, waiting for the most important person in her life.

The wind was fierce, and small waves were set off in the tofu weir, and the waves in the center of the weir pond strangely swarmed into a pile.

The little eyes stared deeply, straight into the depths of the waves.

Isn't that the pile of waves that buries the faint one!

Little Heart called out "Sister!"

The cry, which was stained with the blood of the early cold and sunset of the autumn night, came from a small pale mouth, crossed the weir face, and fell to the throat that protruded in the middle of the weir pond.

The throat-like wave swallowed the silent cry, seemed satisfied, and soon calmed down, and reburied itself in the water, as if returning to its own bottomless abyss, never to be seen again.

This phenomenon is so strange that it looks like a fairy tale, but only for her own sister, she has seen it, and no one will believe it.

She only screamed again in her heart: Weiwei!

She's gone, she's gone, how many years ago was that? No!

Xiaoxiao waved off the single clothes, and the close-fitting was a set of white-washed old swimsuits, and Xiaoxiao had a slight curve.

4★.

As soon as Xiao Xiao jumped into the water, the clear water of the pond opened a hole that was tailor-made for her, and the hole slightly stirred up ripples, swallowing her perfectly, and the ripples were quickly covered by the waves that came from the struggle.

The pile of waves that buried my sister has only disappeared for a short time, can you catch up?

My sister has already gone, and Xiaoxiao can't go anymore, that's for sure.

Drowned slightly, the little elementary school learned to swim, which was a must, although she was the only girl in the melancholy ditch who learned to swim.

She emerged from the far deep water, stepping on the water to scrub her innocent body. Bathing every day only makes you cleaner, and those women who despise her dare to compare?

The water is a little cold, what are you afraid of? The days of poverty are already over. Is the cold water so cold that she is so cold that she is not afraid of it? Although she is young, she is not afraid of it for a long time.

While washing, she was waiting, waiting for someone who would definitely come.

Even though she had washed herself cleanly, she was still washing, waiting for the most important person in her life.

The man was not Weiwei, Weiwei couldn't wait.

The man wasn't very old, but he was definitely a big man, and he taught her to swim.

At the other end of the south embankment, under the rows of pear trees, came the young man, and came to the side of the two piles of leaves.

He didn't come empty-handed.

He's not so empty.

He walked briskly, and the white dog Tiancai trotted after him. The oversized wooden flat pole of the famous melancholy groove was played rhythmically on his broad left shoulder, and the low-key glissandos creaked with a beautiful music, which was what Chen Ergongzi taught him to listen to.

Danmu is a special product of Yulegou, originally also called sandalwood, not the kind of luxury that is not easy to find in the outside world, but even if the outside world uses a thousand gold, it can't buy a penny of Danmu in Yulegou, just because the Chen family has been banning it for thousands of years.

In order to distinguish it from the sandalwood in the outside world, it was the Chen family who changed its name to Danmu. Bullet trees are scarce, and it is difficult to wait for them to grow into towering trees before they are cut down.

From small hair to three people hugging, the elastic wood has an extremely moderate elasticity. Once it cools and dries, it will not hurt the knife and fold it in half.

5★.

Stonemasons often use marblewood to make sledgehammers and hand hammers and anvil handles, and it is also the best material for hoes and flat poles, but ordinary farmers cannot afford to use them.

The elasticity of each section of the marble, and the degeneration after the instrument, are not very the same, to make a flat shoulder, you need to speculate the elastic change of the marblewood, especially the data of the marblewood's 'distortion', you have to have an accurate prediction, each ink line can not have a little bit of error, and every time the direction of the planing is light, heavy, thick and thin angle arc, there is a very subtle exquisiteness, each prediction must be turned into the next achievement, otherwise it will be made of four dislikes, only a waste of precious wood.

In the entire Dragon King Town, there is only one craftsman who dares to make flat poles out of marblewood.

The oversized bullet wood flat pole, there are only two in the whole town, which were hand-planed by Chief Engineer Chen, the contemporary head of the Chen family, and were originally tailor-made for the second son of Chen.

The wooden flat pole was completed, and because the materials were sufficient, a pair was made, a face, and a lining.

Under the trial, Chen Ergongzi couldn't put it down. But no matter how capable he is, he can't use two flat poles to pick up goods at the same time. He considered that as long as he had one, he would not be able to use it up for several lifetimes, so in order to make the best use of it, he gave one to another young strong man in the valley.

People are worthy of being righteous family style, generations of poems and books have been handed down, nothing is detailed, and everything is done to a certain extent.

Chen Ergongzi wanted to give it away, or he came to the door in person, and brought the two flat poles with him, and the young man chose it himself.

The young man put down his burden, and his hands reluctantly stroked the wooden flat pole, and only when the residual heat dissipated did he let go of his hands and straightened up.

Danmu Flat Dan may already be the most valuable treasure in his family, so he can't help but cherish it. Even the father and son of the Wang family, who are invincible fish cats, only have a rosewood flat pole, which is already good to heaven, but it is far from being compared with the bullet wooden flat pole.

Rosewood is the wood of the Guhua pear tree, the Guhua pear is crisp and refreshing, its wood is fine porcelain, it is the best wood for carving the official seal and private seal of Longwang Town, and it is priced by inches. All the pear trees in Youlegou are planted by the Chen family, and they are all tree species that the Chen family ordered to prohibit cutting, and only the naturally generated dead branches can be used by people, and they can meet a dead branch that can be made into a flat shoulder, which is the blessing of the smoke of the ancestral tomb of the Wang family.