Song Jingyun could only pull out the machete with great difficulty again.
After doing this for a few times, the son-in-law spent more time pulling out the machete than chopping bamboo. Not a single bamboo was chopped down, but he was panting from exhaustion.
"You can't just follow the mark of Tou Yi Dao and just cut a small slit. Of course, the machete will get stuck easily." Jiang Michia took his own machete and showed it to Song Jingyun.
"It's like this. If you see, you can cut it all here. Once you get a gap, you can cut it all the way or to the opposite side. It will be easy to cut it off."
"I'll give it a try." Song Jingyun got the trick and tried it himself.
Soon, a towering bamboo fell down and landed at Song Jingyun's feet.
Song Jingyun felt a sense of accomplishment and continued to chop bamboo hard.
Jiang Michia is strong and has nimble hands and feet, and can chop faster than Song Jingyun.
Soon, there were six bamboos under the two people's feet.
"That's almost it. Let's take these back first."
Since you want to try it first, don’t cut so much, and come back when you’re done.
Jiang Michia gathered the bamboos together, tied them with hemp rope, and prepared to put them on his shoulders.
"I'll do it." Song Jingyun was eager to give it a try.
After staying here for these days, Song Jingyun also observed it carefully.
The men here have to do hard work.
But these days, Jiang Michia is doing most of the hard work.
Song Jingyun felt something was wrong.
He wants to do it himself, like Jiang Youcheng.
Jiang Michia looked at the thick bamboo, then at the little son-in-law who was as big as ribs, and thought for a moment, "Okay, you try it."
It's a good idea to give up.
Jiang Michia helped lift the bamboo and placed it on Song Jingyun's shoulders.
Staggering, Song Jingyun almost fell to the ground. After finally stabilizing his body, his hunched back could not be straightened, his legs were shaking, and he could not even take a step forward.
His face was even redder from holding back.
Jiang Michia couldn't stand it anymore, so she just stretched out her hand and said, "I'll do it."
"No, I'll do it. I can do it." Song Jingyun insisted and took steps with all his strength. As a result, his legs gave out and he knelt on one knee.
Song Jingyun, "..."
He dropped the bamboo from his shoulders to the ground and gasped for air. The son-in-law looked frustrated and said, "You better do it."
Seeing this, Jiang Michia broke up the bundled bamboos and divided them into two piles. He carried the four piled bamboos on his shoulders and said, "You can do that one."
Song Jingyun carried the two bamboos on his shoulders.
It's a little heavy, but it's okay and I can still carry it.
Song Jingyun's mood suddenly rose. He held his head high and walked happily.
This is no longer the father-in-law, he is clearly a child, doing everything he does is like coaxing a child.
But this kid is more lovable than ordinary naughty kids.
Jiang Michia cursed for a while, but Song Jingyun slowed down slightly and looked at Jiang Michia seriously, "How can I become stronger?"
He wanted to be like Jiang Michia, who could easily carry six bamboos.
Get stronger?
Jiang Michia looked at his strong body, and then at Song Jingyun's tall, thin, rib-like body, and said earnestly, "I think I need to eat more food."
Song Jingyun's eyes suddenly lit up.
Have a meal?
He can do this!
The two of them arrived home all the way.
After the bamboo was chopped back, the family began to get busy.
Cut off all the leaves and branches of the bamboo, prepare it to be dried in the sun and used as firewood. The bamboo poles are cut into suitable sections with a saw, and then chopped into bamboo slices of suitable width with a machete. Finally, the bamboo poles are cut into pieces. Process the slices and cut them into bamboo strips of suitable thickness.
Bamboo is very thick, and one piece of bamboo can be cut into three or four pieces, suitable for making bamboo baskets.
Slicing bamboo strips is a process that requires practice. You can't grasp it well at the beginning, and it may be thin, thick, or uneven, and some may even break when it reaches the joints.
After pondering for a while and practicing for a while, Jiang Youcheng was able to slice out bamboo strips of uniform thickness and good quality.
Liu Shi and Jiang Michia also learned well. Although the bamboo strips they produced were not as good as Jiang Youcheng's, the bamboo strips they produced were basically usable.
Song Jingyun, on the other hand, after looking at Jiang Youcheng's pieces of bamboo strips, went to work alone with a bundle of bamboo strips.
Jiang Michia saw that her son-in-law was busy tinkering alone without saying a word, so he went over to take a look.
"How's it going? Have you learned how to film?"
"I guess I know how to do it."
Song Jingyun scratched his head, picked up a piece of bamboo next to him, held it between his legs, then struck it with a machete, and knocked it down hard.
The machete was very smooth, and a piece of bamboo strips fell to the ground all the way to the end.
Smooth and even, in excellent condition.
Looking next to it, there was already a small pile of good bamboo strips stacked up, and each piece was as good as this piece, and there was almost no situation where the pieces were damaged a lot like she and Liu did at the beginning.
"Not bad." Jiang Michia exclaimed, "much better than the bamboo strips my mother and I made."
Not to mention, although the little son-in-law is thin and not very strong, his learning ability and practical ability are still good.
For example, last time I learned the spearfish quickly, and this time Pianzhuzhizi learned it not too slowly.
Being praised like this, Song Jingyun smiled sheepishly, "It's okay."
While talking, he did not forget to cut the bamboo strips quickly with his hands and feet.
Jiang Michia also went on to work.
Jiang Youcheng saw that the number of bamboo strips was about the same, so he began to try to weave bamboo strips.
First use a few thick bamboo strips to lay the base, and then intersperse, wrap and fix them with thin bamboo strips, and weave them layer by layer.
Bamboo strips are much lighter and thinner than wattle, so you don't need to use as much strength when weaving them. Jiang Youcheng has developed great hand strength from weaving wattle baskets on weekdays, so it seems quite easy to weave them now.
Soon, a cylindrical bamboo basket took on the basic shape.
"It's okay. It's easy to get started and the knitting speed is not slow." Jiang Youcheng smiled, "If I knit it in one day, I should be able to knit more than the wattle basket."
Bamboo baskets and bamboo baskets are more expensive than wattle baskets, and wattle baskets are more expensive. If the daily output is about the same, then you will make a lot more money.
"Let me tell you, listen to my daughter and give it a try. That's right." Ms. Liu spoke.
As he was talking, Jiang Chunshi came over and said, "Third uncle, third aunt."
"Hey, Chun Shi is here." Mrs. Liu stood up and patted the bamboo shavings on her body, "When did you come back?"
The eldest son of the Dafang family, Jiang Chunshi, worked as an apprentice in a carpenter's house in the town for four or five years. He was quite busy on weekdays, and the carpenter master was very strict and rarely came back.
Even on the wedding day of Jiang Michia and Song Jingyun, they only stayed for half a day and hurried back before even having time to eat the banquet.
Jiang Youcheng and Liu were quite surprised to see Jiang Chunshi at home now.
