After trying to cut out a piece of bamboo strips, Jiang Michia looked at the thickness and shook his head, "It's still too thick."
"Tighter that blade?" Song Jingyun asked, "How much tighter?"
"Try to tighten it half way first." Jiang Michia didn't know how thin the bamboo strips she wanted to use at this moment, so she just tried it first.
After setting the thickness of the bamboo strip knife, Jiang Michia looked at the thickness and felt it was not enough, so he continued to adjust the blade...
After adjusting it three or four times in this way, Jiang Michia looked at the thickness of the bamboo strips that came out to be almost right.
"It should be almost done." Jiang Michia took a thin piece of bamboo strips.
"With such thin bamboo strips, will the things we make break too easily?" Song Jingyun had some doubts, "It won't be able to hold anything."
The same material, thin, basically means it is not strong.
"It's not for weaving baskets." Jiang Michia replied.
"If you're not a basket weaver, what are you weaving?"
"Weaving a fan."
"Weaving a fan?"
"Yes, just like this, braid it into a thin and light fan." Jiang Michia made a rough gesture, "You try it and see if you can braid it?"
"Yes." Song Jingyun took the bamboo strips and knitted an oval fan according to the simplest weaving pattern.
After editing it, he showed it to Jiang Michia and said, "Is this like this?"
"Yes." Jiang Michia took it into his hand and fanned it, then nodded, "It's much lighter than the cattail fan, and it's comfortable to hold."
But then he frowned, "But it's still not light enough. The bamboo strips need to be thinner."
If it is weaving baskets, no matter how thin it is, it will definitely not work, but if it is weaving fans, it can still be done if it is thinner.
Song Jingyun understood Jiang Michia's intention and helped adjust the bamboo strip blade.
After another lot of tossing, the piece finally came out, a bamboo strip that can almost be described as as thin as cicada wings.
Using such bamboo strips, Song Jingyun weaved a fan that feels extremely light, but is strong enough and has enough wind power.
"Yes, that's it." Jiang Michia put the fan in his hand and shook it again and again, becoming more and more satisfied. "It's light and easy to hold, and it looks much more delicate than the cattail leaf fan."
Seeing Jiang Michia holding the newly made bamboo fan in her hand, all the apprentices in the workshop came over to look at it and try it out.
"Not bad, it's very light."
"It looks good too. It looks more delicate than the heavy bamboo fan. It looks like a good thing."
"It's getting hotter and hotter today. If we sell this fan, I think it will be easy to sell."
"And the technique for weaving it is also simple. It's just that the bamboo strips are a little more difficult because they have to be thin enough."
"It's not a big problem. Our bamboo strip knife has a fixed thickness, so the slices will always be the same thickness..."
The guys were discussing here, and even those who finished today's work tried to knit it.
Simple and easy to use, and easy to trim.
Overall it feels good.
Jiang Michia asked the workers to rush out some and prepared to send some samples to Zheng Ji when he went to the county town in the next two days. He also prepared some to give to Zhao Ji and the tea garden as a token of appreciation.
The workshop was busy again.
Song Jingyun took advantage of his free time after dinner in the evening to make Jiang Michia's bamboo slave.
Although his wife slept well while holding him last night, he could also see that Jiang Michia was indeed very hot.
For the sake of my wife, sleep more peacefully...
Just bear with it!
Song Jingyun sniffed and turned his back when he lay down on the bed.
When Jiang Michia got the new bamboo slave in the evening, she didn't think much about it. She just hugged the bamboo slave happily and fanned the new bamboo fan. In her mind, she was planning how many bamboo fans she should make. This time she went to Zheng Ji, the county seat. If so, how much goods should I bring with me?
By the time she thought about it, it was already late at night.
Yawning, Jiang Michia closed her eyes and prepared to sleep.
But the little husband-in-law beside her seemed to be squeezing towards her in a daze.
Jiang Michia, "..."
Turning over, he was ready to push his son-in-law to the side.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I turned around, I happened to meet the head of the little husband-in-law who was squeezing here.
"Bata..."
Jiang Michia's lips touched Song Jingyun's cheek.
My son-in-law’s skin has always been good, white, tender and delicate, and his face is smooth.
Not to mention, it tastes pretty good.
Moreover, the cheeks are so tender, and these lips...
My son-in-law’s lips are red and his teeth are white. It’s hot in the summer evening, and people’s blood circulation is already faster, so the lips look more pink and tender, like plump cherries.
It's just... very tempting.
Jiang Michia wanted to lower her head and reach for it.
But he still hesitated.
I will be over forty years old in my two lifetimes. Would it be too much for such a frivolous young man to eat young grass?
Just thinking about it makes me feel like I'm being a hooligan!
But then again, Song Jingyun seems to have said that he is already an adult in the interstellar world, almost a hundred years old, and combined with his age here, he is completely a centenarian!
The little son-in-law is the old cow!
What's more, her husband's tofu should only be eaten by a woman like her, right?
Jiang Michia made up her mind and moved forward.
I got my wish and ate the cherry.
Tender, soft, and slightly sweet...
Well, it tastes great.
Jiang Michia tasted it for a while, then pushed Song Jingyun aside, hugged Zhu Nu and went to sleep.
When Jiang Michia opened her eyes the next morning, she saw that Song Jingyun was already awake next to her.
He was sitting on the bed, touching his lips with one hand, thinking deeply.
"Ahem..." Jiang Michia felt guilty, "What's wrong?"
"I had a strange dream last night." Song Jingyun's face wrinkled into a bun, "I dreamed that a pig kept chasing me, so I ran away quickly, but I couldn't outrun the pig, and the pig eventually caught up with me."
"I was so scared that I was trembling all over, fearing that the pig would step on me. But the pig caught up with me and didn't step on me. It just gnawed at my face and my mouth. I tried desperately to scream, but I couldn't scream. Finally, I waited until The pig couldn't chew me, and I woke up after running away..."
"Madam, could this dream be true? Could it be that I was really eaten by a pig last night?"
After Song Jingyun woke up, he felt that his lips were a little swollen, which made him feel as if what happened in the dream had really happened, and he was full of worry.
Jiang Michia, "..."
You are the pig, and your whole family is a pig!
No, Song Jingyun's current family is her and her parents.
You, Song Jingyun, are the pig!
Jiang Michia's face was almost distorted, but she still tried to comfort Song Jingyun with a smile on her face, "It's just a dream. Look at you sleeping well in bed, it can't be real."
"Besides, these dreams are all reversed..."
When Song Jingyun heard this, his face turned even darker.
Does the lady mean that he might chase the pig and then eat it?
It's scarier, okay?
…
Because of this dream, Song Jingyun refused to feed the pigs in the small courtyard behind the house today, and even walked around the small courtyard.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Today may be a day of decline. I got up in the morning and was halfway through washing. The power and water were cut off. I simply packed up and went out. The elevator was not working. I ran down from the 31st floor. Then I accidentally hit the index finger of my left hand. Now it is swollen like a carrot. …
Life is hard…
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