In two days, the eleventh piece of bamboo silk craftsmen appeared in Jinzhu Village.

At the end of the first day, Chang Ming can continuously produce complete bamboo silk, with a success rate of 90%. Not only that, the quality of the bamboo silk he has also made great progress, and there are still some problems with the thickness, and the thickness has been able to achieve uniformity. After treatment, such bamboo silk has been able to meet the standard of receiving goods from home.

However, Chang Ming was not satisfied, he still continued to practice repeatedly, and after two days, his success rate reached 100%, and the thickness of the bamboo wire was only half of the original.

The villagers were amazed and said that they had never seen anyone as quick as him. Even Lao Ping has the notches of the full columns, representing hundreds of failed bamboo poles.

In the face of the praise of the villagers, Chang Ming just smiled, he knew very well that the reason why he was able to make such a good film so quickly was because he had consolidated his basic skills when he was a child. Although his grandfather has never been able to teach him since junior high school, he has developed the habit of practicing his hands. In the next ten years, I didn't relax for a single day of practice.

His hands are steady, he never gets drunk, and the strength of his hands is extremely subtle. It is precisely because of this ability that he can make excellent broken gold filaments so quickly.

He can now make about forty bamboo threads on a single bamboo pole, and he has never exceeded the number of Lao Ping. This means that the bamboo silk he produces is not as fine as Lao Ping, and the waste rate is higher than his.

Chang Ming secretly made up his mind, this is the direction of his next effort!

When Chang Ming arrived in Jinzhu Village, it was close to the end of the month, and on the last day of the month, even the family would come to collect the goods.

On the first night, all the finished gold filaments were handed over to the village chief's house, and the village chief wrote them down one by one.

The last batch of goods had Chang Ming's participation, and the number was two percent more than usual.

The village chief was a little surprised, there used to be ten silksmiths in the village, but now only one Chang Ming has been added, how can there be so many more?

Lao Ping's words have always been so short: "He's fast." ”

The village chief was even more surprised, raised his head and asked, "Faster than you?"

Lao Ping said, "Fifteen minutes." ”

The village chief was even more surprised. He knew very well that it would take half an hour for Lao Ping to finish a bamboo pole, and Chang Ming had shortened this time to half!

The village chief sighed: "It's a pity that this kid is not a teacher......

Of course, this is not to say that a good silkier will necessarily be a mechanic, but he has at least shown his talent in this area.

The village chief thought about it and made up his mind, he must have a good chat with the people from the Lian family, and find a way to contain the Qi family, so that Chang Ming can't be hurt too much.

Lao Ping came out of the village chief's house and saw Chang Ming under the eaves, working in the light of the wind lantern. His movements in his hands were light and quick, and long bamboo threads continued to appear in his hands, and soon piled up beside them.

Chang Ming's eyes were shining, and his eyes were extremely focused. Lao Ping stood not far from him, as if he didn't see it at all, and his whole mind was completely focused on his work.

Lao Ping found that every movement of his had a special rhythm, everything, one send, two shakes, and finally a small whirl, which seemed to be unfinished. The rhythm of each piece is exactly the same, and there is no difference at all.

Chang Ming finished filming a bamboo pole and was about to pick up another one, when he found Lao Ping and looked up and smiled at him.

Lao Ping couldn't help but admonish: "The light is not good, be careful of your eyes!"

He is usually taciturn, and a sentence of eight words is already very rare.

Chang Ming realized his kindness and smiled gratefully: "It's okay, in fact, I don't use my eyes much anymore." ”

If it weren't for Lao Ping, the first silksmith in the village, he might not have been able to understand what he meant.

Lao Ping realized that his whole set of movements had formed a fixed set of feels, even if he was blindfolded, nothing would go wrong.

Alas, he is an old bamboo craftsman for decades, and he is not as young as a young man who has only been studying for a few days! Moreover, since he began to study, he has not seen any time to stop. This kind of talent, this kind of hard work, if he doesn't succeed, who will succeed?

Lao Ping felt a rare trace of annoyance, shook his head, and turned to leave.

The next morning, Chang Ming got up and followed the men of the village up the mountain to cut bamboo.

The bamboo forest is said to be behind the mountain, but it actually takes half an hour to walk. Passing through the grove behind the village, climbing up the hillside, and looking down, you can see a large sea of blue-green bamboo, the wind blows the bamboo leaves, making a rustling sound, and the glittering golden rays are shining under the rising sun, which is particularly beautiful.

The people of Jinzhu Village come here every day and are very familiar with every corner of the bamboo forest.

The ecology of broken golden bamboo is relatively special, and old bamboo and new bamboo can grow better when mixed together. Therefore, people in the village will not stare at one place to cut bamboo, and wherever they have been cut, they will make a mark on the nearby bamboo.

After walking in the bamboo forest for a while, Changgen suddenly let out a "huh".

The people around him heard it, stopped and said, "What's the matter?"

Nagane pointed to a piece of bamboo and said, "Something seems wrong?"

He said, "I tied the rope on this bamboo before, I used to tie it to the top of the bamboo, why did it slip down now?"

Another villager said, "Didn't tie it up and slid down?"

Another said, "It's not you who have long roots." Changgen is the most meticulous in doing things, how can this kind of mistake happen, he said that it has changed, then it must have changed. ”

"Snakes?"

"If it's a snake, it has to be a big snake. ”

"If it was a big snake, we would have found it a long time ago. ”

Everyone discussed it babblingly, and Lao Ping made a final decision: "Be too detailed, go." ”

Whether it is a human or a snake, the golden bamboo forest is not theirs, and it cannot block others from entering. I can only be careful and pay attention to safety.

Chang Ming instantly thought of the two Qi family people who had left the village not long ago. Could it be that someone was sent over there to inquire about his news, leaving traces?

There has been no movement for the past few days, and I thought they had just given up......

After choosing bamboo and cutting it, the men tied each bamboo pole and carried it on their shoulders and walked towards the outside of the forest. They were careful all the way and did not encounter any danger.

At this moment, Chang Ming couldn't take care of any trace of the enemy. Now his silk skills can rank among the top three in the village, but he can't carry this bamboo. Yes, you can't carry a single one...... Each bamboo is at least 10 meters long and will not be cut until it reaches the village. The people in the village know how to exert their strength and how to avoid obstacles, but Chang Ming, an otaku in a big city, can do it.

A few days ago, he had already encountered such embarrassment, and not to be outdone, he wanted to exercise his skills in carrying bamboo. But the difference in physical strength can't be made up in such a few days, and in the end, he can only help others to support Zhuwei and follow him down the mountain with a red face.

"Hahaha, Brother Ming, you can't do everything!"

The people of the village joked kindly, Chang Ming's ability had gained their respect, and their attitude towards him was much closer than before.

Chang Ming refused to admit defeat and said, "I will always do it!"

It's good now, everyone who passes by him has to pat him on the back. These men are used to doing manual work, and they are all vigorous. Chang Ming deeply felt that it was wiser to work first and then eat. That's it, the overnight dinner is about to be filmed!

The men carried the bamboo down the mountain, the wind carried the fragrance of bamboo leaves, and the morning sun cast a golden-red light from the top of the mountain, it was a beautiful morning with the vitality of the countryside.

Chang Ming raised his head, looked towards the rising sun, and instantly rubbed his eyes, thinking that he was dazzled!

A huge "bird" glided with its back to the morning sun, casting a wide shadow on the ground, enveloping Chang Ming and the men in the village below.

Nagane said, "The person who received the goods from the family is here. ”

Chang Ming narrowed his eyes, and then he saw that it was not a bird, but a flying wing more than ten meters wide. It looked a bit like a glider I'd seen before, but it was more elaborate and intricate, and it looked a bit like a real bird, white and flawless, with a blue gem on its "head" and an occasional flash of dazzling light.

It spread its wings and flew in this direction, hovering steadily over the village.

The cabin of the flying air wing was in the head and was not sealed. As soon as it stopped, two people jumped off. The village chief was already waiting in the center of the village with broken gold wire, and when he saw the two of them, he greeted them and saluted: "Hello to the two of you." ”

The visitors were a man and a woman, both about 30 years old.

Chang Ming noticed that the woman's waist was tied with an intricate belt, which seemed to be made of leather, and there were many hidden compartments inside, full of things, bulging.

Compared with the Qi family, the attitude of these two people is much gentler. But even so, when the elders saluted, they didn't mean to return the salute, they just raised their chin with a smile and responded, "Hello village chief, is the broken gold wire ready?"

The village chief nodded: "Fifteen thousand broken gold threads are ready...... Do you need points?"

The woman hesitated for a moment and said, "Village chief, find a place to sit, there are some things I want to talk to you about." ”

The village chief was worried about the affairs of the Qi family and was about to make this request, but he didn't expect the other party to say it first. He was a little surprised, but immediately agreed: "Okay, there are stone tables and chairs under the trees over there, which have been cleaned, why don't you go over and sit down and drink some tea picked by the village?"

The woman immediately nodded: "That's it." ”

The two of them obviously dominated her, and the two followed the village chief to the big tree in the east of the village, where the villagers rested and cooled, knowing that they were coming, the stone tables and chairs had already been cleaned with clean water.

The man and woman showed satisfied expressions, and after sitting down, they did not touch the tea prepared on the table. The woman said straight to the point: "Village chief, we agreed with you in the past to collect 15,000 broken gold threads every month. ”

The village chief's heart tightened and asked, "Yes, what, has anything changed?"

The woman simply nodded: "Yes, we want to increase it to 20,000 in the future, I don't know if you can provide it?"

The village chief was taken aback. Although the number of goods received by Lianjia every month is close to the maximum output value of the village, there is still some surplus. The extra number is exactly 20,000. If even the family collects according to this amount, the village will have no inventory at all, and it will be difficult to respond.

He didn't agree immediately, but instead asked, "A few days ago, the Qi family came to Jinzhu Village once, do you know?"

The man and woman looked at each other, their faces slightly shocked, obviously unaware.

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I'm sorry to be a little late, but the schedule is a little unstable in the past two days...... But I still keep asking for tickets!!