Sister Han is good at farming

Just when Ruan Qingqing and her friends were busy making bamboo hairpins at home, Mr. Ruan and Mrs. Ruan came running over in a hurry.

"Old Four, Old Four, what's wrong with you? You reclaimed five acres of land, but you only planted two acres? And you left the rest empty to grow grass?"

Before Mr. Ruan arrived, the powerful voice came first.

"Dad, Mom, you're here? Come in and sit down!"

Ruan Wantie greeted them calmly and went out of the yard to invite the two elders to come in and sit down.

Mr. Ruan was so angry that he almost took out his pipe to beat up his good-for-nothing son. What a lousy guy who fishes for three days and dries the net for two days!

"Some time ago, you spent so much effort to open up wasteland. But you didn't maintain the land or plant crops on it. What's the logic behind this? Fourth Brother, I'm telling you, you can't give up halfway! You have a big family to support, so you can't keep doing this!"

The old man was so angry that his voice was loud enough for half of Zaozilin to hear.

"Dad, my dear dad! Calm down first and let me explain slowly." Ruan Wantie hurried forward to calm his father down, fearing that he would get hurt because of his own anger.

"Then explain it now. I want to see what else you can explain." Old Master Ruan pointed at Ruan Wantie, his chest heaving violently.

However, when he entered the yard and saw a yard full of bamboo and some split bamboo strips, Mr. Ruan was stunned for a moment, and turned to look at Ruan Wantie in disbelief, "Are you going to weave baskets and vegetable baskets to sell?"

"No, Dad. Didn't Daya come up with the idea of ​​making bamboo hairpins to sell some time ago? We are making bamboo hairpins. Dad, you and mom shouldn't tell anyone for now." Ruan Wantie said in a low voice.

"Can bamboo hairpins be sold for money?" Old Mrs. Ruan asked in a low voice.

"We sold them in the county last time and made a small profit. But Daya said that the style of bamboo hairpins is simple and easy for people to learn, so we can make a small fortune. We want to take the opportunity to make more and earn this small fortune." Ruan Wantie explained.

Old Master Ruan curled his lips and snorted heavily, "That can't delay the work in the field! If you don't weed the grass regularly, the previous wasteland will be in vain."

"Dad, I'll go weed the fields every two days. Don't worry! I've got all the work to do in the fields in mind, so I won't delay it! As for the remaining three acres of land, we're waiting for the sweet potato vines to grow, and then we'll transplant them directly. For any more open space, we're going to plant some corn. We can't just plant sweet potatoes and potatoes."

Seeing that Ruan Wantie had a plan in mind, Mr. Ruan's anger dissipated.

"The land you just reclaimed is too barren. If you plant corn on it, I'm afraid you won't get any corn kernels." Old Master Ruan frowned.

"Dad, we have more than ten piles of compost in the field. When we plant the seeds, we will rake the compost into the field to increase the fertilizer!" Ruan Wantie is very confident about this.

"Is your compost reliable?" Old Master Ruan glanced at him with deep suspicion.

Ruan Wantie smiled at Old Man Ruan, "Dad, how is the fertility of fire manure? I heard from Daya that the fertility of compost is only better than fire manure, not worse."

Hearing this, Mr. Ruan and Mrs. Ruan felt relieved.

Ruan Qingqing and others came forward to greet them.

Looking at the whole family wearing clothes without patches, Old Mrs. Ruan nodded secretly in her heart.

"Is your mother in the room? Grandma, go and see your younger brothers and sisters. I was busy recently and didn't have time to come and see you." Old Mrs. Ruan said to Ruan Lanlan with a smile.

"Mom has gone out to grow vegetables. Grandma, I'll take you to see my younger brother and sister." Ruan Lanlan led Old Lady Ruan to Ruan Wantie and the others' house.

Old Master Ruan walked around the yard with his hands behind his back. Seeing Ruan Qingqing chopping bamboo strips with a hatchet, he rolled up his sleeves, chopped down the bamboo strips with great force, and shouted to Ruan Wantie, "Old Four, get your father a knife too. I'll help you chop the bamboo strips."

"Dad, just take a rest! We can do it ourselves." Ruan Wantie didn't dare to trouble his father.

"Just take it when I tell you to. Why are you dilly-dallying?" Old Master Ruan frowned and scolded impatiently.

Having said that, Ruan Wantie had no choice but to hand the hatchet in his hand to Old Man Ruan.

When the hatchet and bamboo fell into Mr. Ruan's hands, it was like a juggler getting his performance props.

With a few "swish" strokes, the knots were removed, and with a "snap" sound, the bamboo was split. He divided the bamboo into equal parts, continued to split it, removed the springs, scraped the green, and separated the bamboo into silk. Mr. Ruan did it quickly and well.

"Master, you are awesome!"

Ruan Shian, who was squatting on the side and watching, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Hearing the sound, Ruan Qingqing couldn't help but stop what she was doing and watch Old Man Ruan split bamboo strips.

"Great craftsmanship!"

Ruan Qingqing praised sincerely that his craftsmanship was much more exquisite than that of the bamboo craftsman she remembered from China.

When Mr. Ruan was splitting the bamboo in half and in equal parts, he didn't even pause for a moment, just splitting it by feel. He split it quickly and accurately, not to mention that watching him split the bamboo was like observing an art, giving her a visual feast.

Mr. Ruan looked up and chuckled, "I've had this skill for thirty or forty years."

Mr. Ruan worked all day, and Mrs. Ruan also helped take care of the two little ones. When Ruan Qingqing was dyeing the bamboo strips, Mrs. Ruan was also there to give instructions.

Ruan Qingqing had only come across it when she was reading ancient agricultural books in China. She only remembered the general steps in her mind and had never really practiced it. Old Mrs. Ruan had her own experience in dyeing. She pointed out the mistakes that Ruan Qingqing made one by one. In the end, the color of the bamboo strips dyed was more uniform and the red was more correct.

When weaving, Mr. Ruan also pointed out some places where Ruan Qingqing had not handled well. Ruan Qingqing followed Mr. Ruan's instructions and made the changes. The hairpin buckle was indeed denser and tighter.

The next day after breakfast, Mr. Ruan came over with his hands behind his back to help. This time, the grandfather and grandson got together to have a heated discussion on how to match the dyed bamboo strips to weave a beautiful hairpin buckle.

At noon, Ruan Wanjinxun came to call Mr. Ruan to come home for dinner, and this call ended up with him staying here to help weave bamboo hairpins. Suddenly, the yard and the main room were busy.

On the third day, early in the morning, Mr. Ruan and Ruan Wanjin came to help, weaving bamboo hairpins one by one. Their efficiency was much higher than when Ruan Qingqing's family was weaving.

Ruan Wangang came over at noon.

"Old Four, I don't see what's so attractive about this thing of yours. It's making dad and big brother forget to go home for dinner."

"Third brother, don't just stand there and watch. Come over and give me a hand." Old Master Ruan spoke without even raising his head, continuing with his work.

So in the end, Mr. Ruan took the three brothers Ruan Wanjin and the siblings Ruan Qingqing and Ruan Shiping to weave bamboo hairpins together.

The bamboo was being consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Seeing that he couldn't cut all the bamboo by himself, Chi Jingxiao asked Chi the hunter to come over to help.

"I was wondering why you haven't been home these days. Turns out you came here to help." Hunter Chi was dragged here by his son.

When Ruan Wantie saw Hunter Chi, he put down his work and stepped forward. "Brother Chi, I really need your help these days. We are making small toys and we don't have enough manpower. Can you help us cut bamboo for a few days? Don't worry, I will pay you for it!"

"Ruan Laosi, why are you arguing with me? Just give us meals. We are just fellow villagers. It's just cutting bamboo for a few days. Why should we charge you for it?" Chi the hunter smiled brightly.

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Everyone worked together for six days and weaved a total of thousands of bamboo hairpins and two hundred bamboo boxes.

Regarding the question of how to sell, everyone has different opinions.

"Dad, I think we should go directly to the provincial capital to sell them! There are so many that we may not be able to sell them all in the county town in a short time. We don't have so much time to waste on this." Ruan Wantie suggested.

Mr. Ruan kept puffing at the cigarette in his mouth. "In the capital city, we can sell it for a good price, but we are unfamiliar with the place and we are afraid of being at a disadvantage."

"Master, why don't we try the county town, and if that doesn't work then we can go to the provincial capital. A place that is too far away will take a long time on the road and the risks are too great." Ruan Qingqing also wanted to be safe.

"I think this is a good idea. By the way, let's ask the second brother if he has any familiar bosses or businessmen to recommend any. It will be much easier for us to sell directly to them than to set up a stall ourselves. Who knows, we can even make a long-term living." Ruan Wanjin thought more long-term.

"This is good!" Mr. Ruan paused suddenly while smoking.