Let's say that although Luoyu Town has been on track and developed steadily, the Chunhui Welfare Institute is unable to make ends meet. Spring rain thought about it, but it couldn't be imagined

A better way, but it was a little troublesome for a while.

On this day, Chunyu went to the welfare home and saw Uncle Cheng sitting on a big tree in the yard, weaving baskets with bamboo strips. His rough hands were also strangled

There are a lot of red marks, but there is no unhappiness on his vicissitudes of life. Chunyu knows that although the money is paid to provide them with a better accommodation environment,

They are very grateful, but they understand that they can no longer rely on the spring rain family to eat and drink for nothing, so although the environment has changed, their previous life has not changedreads();.

Chunyu looked around and didn't see Aunt Hongyun and Aunt Yingzi, presumably the two of them went to those big families to be rough envoys again. And Mr. Wu is

When I was teaching the children to read, I could hear the sound of the book being memorized in the school, and it was the Analects that I was reciting. For some reason, Chunyu felt a little uncomfortable. It seems that she has tossed this big circle, and the children's lives are still a little unsatisfactory, Uncle Cheng

They still don't have a job to make a living, and she has to worry about it every day, and from time to time let her father come over to deliver rice and noodles to eat.

She stood silently at the door, and she didn't move for a long time. Until Uncle Cheng saw her and beckoned her to go in with a smile.

"Girl, what are you doing standing there on this hot day?" Uncle Cheng hurriedly said that it was still quite hot at this time, and she was a delicate girl's house

I don't even bring a hat with me, and I'm not afraid of tanning.

"Nothing." Chunyu also smiled and said, only to find out that it was really in the big sun for a while, as the saying goes, the tiger in October and autumn, the sun is

It's still very spicy, but the air quality in this ancient world is better, and there are many flowers and trees, but it is not as hot and stuffy as in later generations.

"Thirsty or not, I'll pour you a bowl of sour plum soup, or the bucket you sent the day before yesterday, and it's still frozen in the well." Uncle Guo hurriedly said, they are

What you don't want to drink is kept for the children to drink.

"No need uncle, will my aunt bring them back to wash this time or work in someone's house?" Chunyu hurriedly waved his hand to indicate that he would not drink, and then turned it on again

Mouth asked.

"In the house, I'll come back before dark." Uncle Cheng said and beckoned Chunyu to sit down, and started the work in his hand again.

"I'm tired, if only I could come up with a good idea......," Chunyu muttered, and sat down on the stone pier beside Uncle Cheng.

"Girl, you've done enough for us, we don't have any ability and can only do this, just take care of life." Uncle Cheng thought about it,

It's easy to satisfy. At least they live in such a good house now, and they no longer have to worry about rain and snow. And the spring rain this child is also

Regularly let the family send rice, flour, oil and grain, and they are all coarse and white noodles, they are actually very unhappy, so they want to be a little tired

also earn more money, although they can't repay the spring rain, but at least they can make their own lives and reduce the burden on their families.

"No, uncle, you believe me, you must be able to think of a good way to let you have no worries about food and clothing, so that the children can have a better life. Also,

I built a welfare home and thought that I could make a lot of money for me, so how could it be like this? Chunyu said, and deliberately laughed.

"Okay, okay, uncle believes in you." Uncle Cheng also said with a smile, but it was completely inappropriate to joke about the back of Chunyu. This girl said,

If she wants to make a lot of money, why bother letting them live here, she can get a lot of money even if she sells such a big place.

The two were chatting here, but the class over there was a class. The children hugged each other and ran out, and they were all very happy to see Chunyu and said around Chunyu

This is said to be that, the sour plum soup the day before yesterday is really delicious, and the mung bean soup before is also very good, and I asked what will be reads() after the spring rain; Chunyu was busy smiling

It is said that it is more delicious for a few days, and the name is crystal jelly. Just listening to the name, the children are drooling.

After waiting for them to talk around the spring rain for a long time, they were taken by Wen Zheng to the well to pick up the wooden barrel with sour plum soup.

And Mr. Wu walked out of the school slowly, his body was a little weak due to illness, so this normal person could barely bear it

He was a little afraid of the heat. Chunyu looked at him holding a folding fan that was not too finely made, and the folding fan was painted with mountains and flowing water.

A poem was also inscribed.

"Sir, where did you buy this fan?" Chunyu asked curiously, seeing that the fan seemed to be made of peach wood, it was not valuable.

"Where did I buy it, it was given to me by Wen Zheng." Mr. Wu was pleased to say that Wenzheng, a child who works hard in his studies, also knows how to respect teachers.

"Is it ......" Chunyu couldn't help but be a little surprised, she didn't expect Wen Zheng, who didn't like to talk, to have this skill, and suddenly she had an idea and asked Uncle Cheng: "Uncle."

Wen Zheng made fan skills, but he learned from you? ”

"Haha, yes, this kid is quite talented, and it didn't take long to learn." Uncle Cheng said with a smile that he was still quite good for Wen Zheng's child

It is good to appreciate it, to be able to endure hardships and to be sensible and to take care of your younger siblings.

"Uncle, since you know how to make a fan, why do you still make this basket, look at what your hands have been strangled." Only then did Chunyu open his mouth and speak

Her doubts came. It's not easier to make a fan.

"The fan is a delicate job, but I can only make the fan bone and the fan surface, but the painting fan is not good." Uncle Cheng said.

"Uncle, you can't draw, someone can draw......" Chunyu suddenly felt like he had found a direction, and suddenly felt that there was a light ahead.

The main materials of the fan are: bamboo, wood, paper fan, ivory, tortoiseshell, jade, bird, feather, other palm leaves, betel nut leaves

Straw and grass can also be woven or made into a variety of daily craft fans with beautiful shapes, refined structures, and carefully carved by skilled craftsmen

Carving hot diamonds or celebrities painting poems can make the art of the fan worth a hundred times.

She knew that there were many ancient literati and inkmen, and they generally loved this fan. As early as the Western Han Dynasty and the Western Han Dynasty, fans were already popular.

And that popular "Hehuan fan" is also called the palace fan, the fan and the fan. Its shape is still round, and it is characterized by plain white with the fan handle as the central axis.

The left and right sides are symmetrical like a full moon, and the fan is framed with bamboo and wood, and the surface is round or oval, and it is pasted with thin silk. At that time, the most popular fans made in the Central Plains area were the most

Exquisite, there is a "Qi Chu bamboo" said, that is, refers to the use of Shandong silk and Hunan bamboo zuò fan fan. This kind of fan was very popular in the Han Dynasty, and it was given poems

It, such as Ban Jie's fan poem, "The new crack Qi Su, fresh and clean like frost and snow, cut into a Hehuan fan, like a bright moon, in and out of the sleeves of the king, shaking the breeze."