Chapter 104 Bamboo Products (1)

The proverb 'the wax moon is warm, and the June is dry' has been fulfilled. In the middle of summer in August, there is not a single cloud in the blue sky, and the fiery sun scorches the earth, and the soil in the field smokes from time to time. From time to time, a small breeze blows, but it is also a heat wave with layers of rolls, and it looks like there are really waves surging in the air! It makes people feel that the whole air is thick, and it makes people breathless.

The scorching sun is in the sky, on both sides of the brown mud road, the rice in the rice field has turned yellow, this yellow is not the golden "color" of the rice when it is ripe, but the kind of withered yellow "color", there are some not full ears on the rice ears, and the grasshoppers in the field are still scurrying around, as if showing off its tenacious vitality. There is no water in the paddy fields, and there are irregular cracks in the fields, so you can imagine how high the temperature is in the middle of summer. In the village, scattered trees also hung low, "Zhizhi! The sound kept coming out, making people panic!

The Changshangou Reservoir was completed in mid-July, but now it is just an empty shell, and now the village stream has dried up, and the village's agricultural production has stopped. In the face of natural disasters, human beings always seem so small. At first, the villagers didn't take Liu Peng's drought very seriously, because they didn't have much impression in their hearts, but now that the drought really came, they saw the power of nature. The water in the creek has dried up, and the water for agricultural production has long been insecure, and seeing the crops in the field slowly withering, they have no better way to solve this problem, and there seems to be no other way than to wait for God's mercy! Suddenly, they thought, should they go to the village committee to ask Director Liu, maybe he has something to do?

Liu Peng sat in the office of the village committee, the electric fan in the house has been turned on to the maximum gear, the electric fan made a noisy sound overhead, it sounded as if it would fall down at any time, Liu Peng frowned, looked at the report in his hand, as expected, there was a drought this year, some drought preparations made in advance could not resist the ferocious disaster, now the rice in the field is dying in a large area, the fruit on the fruit trees has also fallen off a large number of people, and even the pigs raised by the villagers have been seriously affected, it can be said that this year's agriculture has suffered damage Hit. Liu Peng looked out the window and sighed! I don't know how long it will last to stay hot.

"Bang bang!" A knock on the door interrupted Liu Peng, who was pondering, and turned his head to look out of the door, it turned out to be an old man, about fifty! Holding a straw hat in his hand and fanning his face from time to time, there is a slightly whitish stubble around his lips, a simple smile on his face, and a vest on his upper body, which has been soaked with sweat, *** is a pair of gray "colored" crumpled shorts, which gives people a simple feeling as a whole. Liu Peng thought secretly: "In the past two days, several villagers have come to ask him how to solve the disaster this time, after all, there is also a year's harvest in the field, and the harvest is also a lot." ”

"Please come in!" Seeing that the old man came to the desk, Liu Peng asked, "Uncle, sit down and talk!" ”

"Alas! Director Liu, when will you see the Tiangan this time? All the crops in the field are dead! The old man looked at Liu Peng with a worried expression

"Uncle, we can't help this natural disaster! But this disaster is coming, and we can only find ways to minimize the loss! Liu Peng replied helplessly

"Alas! How is this good, hasn't this year been in vain? ”

"Uncle, although the harvest in this field this year is not good, we still have two factories in the town, and this year's income is almost where it goes! Don't worry when you're old. ”

The old man shook his head and sighed: "I'm not worried about income, but I feel that the crops in this field have died in vain, it's a pity!" You know, we've been dealing with this crop for the rest of our lives! ”

After listening to the old man's words, Liu Peng was also silent for a while, and after a while, the old man said in a deep voice: "Since I can't think of any way now, I'll leave first, I just hope that this god can rain soon!" ”

Liu Peng watched the old man leave, and was silent all the time, and he also had useless thoughts about himself in his heart.

In the evening, Liu Peng had dinner early, went to the field to check, looked at the low-hanging crops in front of him, passed by the side of the road, startled a burst of grasshoppers jumping, casually ripped off a rice ear, rubbed it with his hands, and found that most of the ears were empty shells, there were no particles at all, looking at the debris falling down from the cracks in his hands, Liu Peng was distracted, it seems that there is no income in this field, fortunately, there are enterprises in the town that can provide guarantees for everyone, otherwise how to live on this day this year?

Passing by a bamboo forest, I found that it was the same situation inside, there were many bamboos that had begun to yellow off, Liu Peng also shook his head helplessly, and continued to walk forward, just in the bamboo forest not far from a small courtyard, passing by a family dam, Liu Peng's eyes caught a glimpse of the owner here is fiddling with bamboo in the yard, so he stopped to watch, only to see this person holding a scimitar, the action quickly cut to one end of the bamboo, after the bamboo and the scimitar contacted, quickly separated from both sides, issued a 'chip! 'The soft sound. It turned out that this person was about to weave bamboo products, only to see this person continue to break the bamboo divided into two halves, until each part is divided into index finger width, and then use the blade of the knife to gently pull horizontally on the head of a small part, the top is naturally separated from a small mouth, with a scimitar handle connection stuck at the part, the right thumb stuck on the surface of the bamboo block, the hand gently stroked in front of the body, the hand bowl still twists left and right from time to time, and the left hand holds the lower edge of the bamboo block, the bamboo block is handed forward, the whole bamboo block is quickly divided into two layers, The upper layer is the surface part of the bamboo, which is very tough, and the surface layer is as thin as a cicada's wings, transparent and smooth, which is what people call the strips! The man began to weave out of these strips. Seeing this, Liu Peng's eyes couldn't help but light up, thinking of the bamboos that he had just seen that were beginning to wither, why not use them all to weave by hand? This year, a lot of bamboo was planted in the spring, and now there is no harvest in the crops, and the villagers are idle anyway, so why not organize some hand-woven villagers to initially develop these bamboos? The income of these bamboo products will never be low, so won't it be able to make up for the losses caused by this year's drought for the villagers?

At this time, the owner of the yard found Liu Peng standing on the side, and the villager greeted him warmly: "Director Liu, don't come in and sit down when you get here!" ”

The call of the owner of the house woke Liu Peng from his trance, "Thank you!" Liu Peng thanked him and hurried home.

The owner on the dam looked at Liu Peng who was far away, and muttered, "Why does Director Liu thank me?" Don't understand! He shook his head as he spoke, and continued to weave