Crossing the farm gate, the whole family reunites in the disaster year

"There are several bamboo forests at the foot of the mountain on the east side. The third brother and I will cut some bamboos and bring them back." After hearing this, Old Man Cui immediately handed the shovel in his hand to Silang and was about to leave with a torch.

Old Lady Cui urged, "Bring back some more bamboo leaves."

Erlang followed him: "I'm going too."

Silang handed the things in his hand to Xiaowu and followed the others.

Knowing that his mother wanted to use the bamboo tube, Cui Jingwen threw down the scoop net and said, "Take one with me."

Just as he took a step, he was pulled back by Old Lady Cui: "It's enough for the men to go, let's go back and rest."

Cui Jingwen pointed at himself. He seemed to be one year older than Silang. Why could Silang go but he couldn't?

Old Mrs. Cui naturally believed that scholars should not do such rough work.

"Mom, let Sanlang go with us. There's strength in numbers, and even if things get tough, they can help carry the things back."

Cui Jingwen straightened his thin body, smiled at his mother, turned around and ran away.

“This child…” Old Mrs. Cui stamped her feet anxiously. Seeing that Mrs. Lin was not worried at all, she could only swallow her words and said, “Let’s go, let’s go. Xiaowu, take your things and don’t leave anything behind.”

Cui Jingwen and his companions came back half an hour later, and Lin left some hot water for him to take a bath.

Old man Cui chose Hsinchu, which is easy to cut and has no burrs.

In no time, more than ten bamboo tubes were cut out.

The bamboo tube is not big, like a water cup, with a diameter about the size of a fist.

Lin boiled the fresh bamboo tubes in water before climbing onto the kang to sleep.

Early the next morning.

Listening to the energetic chirping of the chickens in the backyard, Lin lay on the kang for a long time before getting up.

As the days go by, there are more and more things to do.

But unlike my previous life when I was exhausted from thinking about plans, I now feel more fulfilled while being busy.

Just like now, she was thinking more about what to eat in the morning, lunch and dinner.

I haven't bought meat for a long time, so I can buy a few pounds of meat. The bone soup is also good. The fresh green onions in the small vegetable garden are just right for making soup.

Lin pushed open the door.

Old Mrs. Cui sat in the middle of the yard, tearing bamboo leaves into long strips and letting them fly up and down between her fingers.

"Third daughter-in-law, go get the bamboo tube." Old Mrs. Cui was in a good mood.

Lin went around to the back window and took out a few dried bamboo tubes.

Old Mrs. Cui measured the diameter of the bamboo tube and quickly wove a lid with a rim around it.

"I haven't woven for years, but I haven't lost my skills."

The lid was buckled onto the mouth of the bamboo tube, and the size was just right. Old Mrs. Cui pulled out a long leaf stalk, crossed it through the edge of the lid, and pulled hard, and the lid was firmly fixed to the bamboo tube.

"This lid, paired with the bamboo tube and filled with seaweed, is quite artistic." Lin praised sincerely.

In her previous life, Mrs. Cui’s craftsmanship could not be considered as intangible cultural heritage, but she could at least be considered a craftsman.

Old Mrs. Cui said proudly: "My neighbor from my mother's side weaves straw mats. I have been watching them weave since I was a child. I learned it by watching them."

This kind of craft is usually passed down from sons to daughters, and no one taught her specifically. She learned it completely by herself.

While she was talking, Old Mrs. Cui had made up another one.

"You have this skill. You can weave some things and sell them at the market. Whether you make a lot or a little, you can at least earn enough to buy a few pounds of meat a month."

"How can I earn that much?" Old Mrs. Cui shook her head. "It takes two people to weave a straw mat. I can only weave bamboo baskets. I can just go up the mountain and cut two bamboos, twist them and weave them myself. No one would pay for it."

"Besides, I'm busy with farm work and I have to feed the whole family, so I don't have time to weave these things."

However, Mrs. Lin did not agree with what Old Lady Cui said. If no one bought the bamboo baskets, she could just weave something else to sell. As long as she had the skills, she would not have to worry about not making money.

After weaving more than a dozen covers quickly, Old Mrs. Cui stood up and patted her clothes.

"I won't talk to you anymore. I have to go back and cook for them."

After saying that, he carried the stool back to the house, leaving behind a string of humming tunes.

Lin smiled, put the bamboo tube into the basket and carried it back home.

The seaweed tasted a bit salty yesterday, but after leaving it overnight, it now tastes much less salty and has a fuller texture.

A pot of seaweed was divided into eight bamboo tubes, covered with lids, and Cui Jingwen was called along, and they set off for the village head's house.

The gate of the village head's house was closed. Lin waited for a long time before someone came out to open the door.

There were dark circles under Youxi's eyes, and he stuck his head out while yawning.

Cui Jingwen was startled: "Are you being haunted by a female ghost?"

Lin glared at him, then turned around and asked with concern, "Did you not sleep all night?"

Youxi weakly opened the gate and said, "Aunt San, Brother San, you're finally here."