"The ink oil is thick on the paste-edged bones, and the slender hands compete for the five-color velvet. It can be made with thousands of handles, and even the canopy is sold to take advantage of the river breeze. ”

A good handmade oil-paper umbrella, from the selection of bamboo, to the soaking of bamboo to the carving of bamboo, plus drilling...... Mounting umbrellas and then Hanhua and drying umbrellas, there are a total of 12 major processes and more than 80 small processes.

It takes about 15 days for an experienced veteran craftsman to complete the production of an oil-paper umbrella.

Lu Yangge thought of asking Chen Ping'an to make an oil-paper umbrella because she felt that this boy was ingenious, more careful than ordinary people, and more patient.

To make an oil-paper umbrella, whether it is to calculate the length, width, height and arc of the umbrella bone, or to make the diameter and spacing of the reed plate, the umbrella bone can be tightly embedded in the reed plate.

There is also boiling tung oil is also a work that requires extreme patience, the tung oil is tender, and the umbrella is not dry. Tung oil is old, if the pot is pasted, it is equivalent to the whole pot being scrapped. Only when the oil temperature rises, and then it needs to be slowly simmered over low heat until the white silk can be pulled out, the tung oil can be considered to be boiled well.

In his colleague's hometown, Lu Yangge met an old man sitting by the wall basking in the sun, half of his face was burned and looked very hideous. According to colleagues, it was because he was an apprentice when he was a teenager, and when he was boiling tung oil, the fire was too big, and when he got out of the pot, he caught fire and burned his face.

In fact, the old man had other injuries on his body, such as his hands and arms.

Just because he was wearing a loose shirt, it was not as obvious as his face.

Lu Yangge made up a story about what he saw and heard and told Chen Ping'an clearly, and made sure that he was determined to learn oil paper umbrellas, so he asked him to pick some green persimmons and come back.

Although every craft of making an oil-paper umbrella has been taught to her by a master, it may not be easy to let Lu Yangge make an oil-paper umbrella by herself.

She will only say a lot of things, really hands-on, maybe her hands-on ability is not as good as ordinary old farmers.

There are also many tools, because of these tools, each oil-paper umbrella is twice the result with half the effort.

But those tools, if you let Lu Yangge say all of them and make them, it is impossible, she can only come up with a rough idea, and the rest can only be filled in slowly when she is doing it.

The two spent an afternoon customizing some tools from town to return.

Chen Ping'an picked green persimmons, and Lu Xiaosi and Lu Xiaosi began to grope for learning to make oil-paper umbrellas.

As for what the two of them were doing, Lu Quan and his family didn't have time to ask, and the three sisters Lu Xiaoli wanted to ask, but Lu Yangge refused to say.

Probably afraid of failure, the two just closed the door and started the production, but they didn't dare to disclose the news at all.

Lu Yangge was afraid that he would not be embarrassed when the time came, and Chen Ping'an was even more reluctant to say anything about his grandmother and Chen Shao because this was Xiao Si's craft.

During this period, when Lu Quan went to the town to buy something, he brought back a box for Lu Yangge, saying that someone had put it on Ding Wu's stall, and that it was brought to Lu Xiaosi.

The four types of pastries in the box, pea yellow, mung bean cake, water chestnut cake, chestnut cake.

It's all Lu Yangge's favorite food.

got the pastry, Lu Yangge was dumbfounded.

How did Song Yunfei know that she liked to eat these four kinds of pastries and bought them exactly the same?

Could it be that the previous little song also liked it?

Thinking of this possibility, Lu Yangge's heart didn't know why an indescribable feeling rose.

It's as if something is obscured by the fog and can't be seen clearly.

What is it?

Lu Yangge sat under the eaves, with four boxes of pastries spread out in front of him, and a money bag in his hand.

The money bag is also in the box, but the big box is set in a small box, which is stuffed in a corner, as long as the box is not opened, no one can see that there is a money bag containing five hundred taels of silver tickets.

Song Yunfei sent her four boxes of pastries and five hundred taels of silver tickets.

The silver ticket must be the silver ticket she bought from the shop that day, even the overlapping marks are the same, this pastry was probably bought by Song Yunfei from Nanyang.

Anyway, in the small town of Jiangjiaba, Lu Yangge had never seen such exquisite pastries.

"Little Five, come here."

Lu Yangge waved at Lu Xiaowu, who was chasing chickens in the yard.

The chicks were sent by Aunt Ding, and the eggs laid by her own old hens hatched the chicks in her own nest, and Aunt Ding even gave the mother chicken and eleven chicks to the Lu family.

Lu Xiaowu's biggest hobby now is to run after the chickens and pick up the tail of the mother chicken.

"Toto."

Lu Xiaowu walks slowly, speaks slowly, and can shout people, but he can't shout clearly.

"It's my brother."

Lu Yangge took a piece of chestnut cake, crushed a small piece and stuffed it into Lu Xiaowu's mouth, "Is it delicious?" Call brother. ”

"Toto."

"Brother."

"Toto."

The two of them are like children, face to face. My brother taught a lot to the end, and even Lu Yangge was almost led astray by Lu Xiaosi, and almost blurted out a lot of words.

Lu Yangge could only give up and wipe Lu Xiaowu's hands clean. Break the chestnut cake in his hand, keep half of it for himself, and hand the other handful to Lu Xiaowu: "Eat slowly, don't swallow." ”

"Okay." This voice was answered very clearly.

made Lu Yangge a little suspicious for a while, whether Lu Xiaowu called her Duoduo on purpose.

On weekdays, it's not wrong for Xiao Wu to call her father and sister. Only when you call your brother, will you shout Duoduo.

Lu Xiaowu happily took the pastry, obediently sat on the small chair that his father gave him, and took a small bite of the snack given by his brother.

He was a very good-tempered child, and he was rarely heard crying since he was a child, and only when he peed and pulled when he was hungry, he would hum a few times.

Now that the Lu family is not short of food and drink, it is even less likely to see Lu Xiaowu crying.

The little "brothers" are the most laid-back in the whole family, everyone seems to have something to do, even the plum cans and the winter solstice children are taken by the adults to pile adobe.

And Chen Ping'an, who has been obsessed with making oil-paper umbrellas in the past two days, has never come out since he entered Lu Yangge's room.

Sometimes I forget to sleep and eat, and I have to shout Chen Shao or Grandma Chen when I eat and sleep.

"Toto."

Lu Xiaowu finished nibbling on the snack and stretched out his hand to show Lu Yangge.

The dim sum dregs on his little hands were all licked clean by him, and the originally clean little hands were stained with saliva.

Lu Yangge resignedly twisted the square towel to wipe his hands, and nagged while wiping: "Don't drag the tail of the mother chicken, the mother chicken protects the chicks and will bite you." ”

I don't know if Lu Xiaowu can understand, but whether he understands or not doesn't prevent him from nodding his head and looking like a good baby.

Lu Yangge wiped Lu Xiaowu's hands and fed him half a cup of warm water. When he was doing this, Lu Xiaowu stood aside obediently, tilting his head to look at the boxes in front of his brother.

"I can't eat any more."

Lu Yangge covered all the boxes, "I have to leave it for my parents and sisters to eat, you know?" ”

Lu Xiaowu nodded obediently and continued to play with his chicken and mother chicken.

Lu Yangge naturally went to her brother Ping'an to study the oil-paper umbrella.

(End of chapter)