Li Erhuahui's bamboo weaving has nine weaving methods, with vertical and horizontal warp and weft, and can be woven into various utensils.
There are differences in the times. In the past, there were three years of sewing and mending, three years of new and three years of old, and three years of mending. A hot water tank and an iron pot were repaired and reused when they were broken. No one was willing to throw away these items until they could no longer carry them.
After half a day's work, Li Erhua quietly built a bamboo dustpan in the yard. This kind of dustpan can be used to winnow rice and sift chaff. This dustpan has a deep nest and is palm-level, so it does not scatter grain or dust. The flatness of the palm helps spread debris without leaving any residue, making it easier to replace.
In farmers' homes, a dustpan is a farm tool that every household needs. A dustpan can be used for several lifetimes, or at least more than ten years, if used with proper care. This is especially true for simple villagers. Even if it is a bamboo tool that can be used for three generations, people will never dare to throw it away after two generations. That will lead to retribution.
Liang Chuan and others waited for Li Erhua to make the dustpan, then took it and looked at it carefully. Yi Niang stood beside her, stretched out her hand to stroke the dustpan, and said, "Sister Li is really ingenious. With this skill, we sisters can have a good time doing this bamboo weaving every day in the future!"
Li Erhua only regarded it as a very ordinary and trivial matter. Everyone in their family relied on this craft to survive. This craft has been deeply integrated into their blood, and it is as common as eating.
Yi Niang is the housewife of this family, and she feels the deepest feeling in her heart. Nowadays, few people in the family know how to farm, and there is no land for them to farm. Once the land is farmed, she is extremely tired all year round, but after paying taxes and rent, , there is not much food left on hand. Now that he knows some craftsmanship, if Liang Chuan likes to make a living outside, let him go. A man should aim at the world, take care of the housework at home, make these bamboo weavings in his spare time, and then sell them in the market, so that he can live a good life. It has to be tasty.
Liang Chuan fiddled with the dustpan and broke it with his hands. The dustpan was only slightly deformed, but the toughness of the bamboo itself allowed it to return to its original shape immediately. This kind of agricultural tools taken from nature and then created using talent and craftsmanship is a testament to the great wisdom of the working people in ancient my country. An inconspicuous green bamboo fell into the hands of a peasant woman who had no power to tie a chicken. It can be turned into a durable farm tool for more than ten years. Bamboo weaving is the best proof of the splendid culture of ancient times.
Liang Chuan asked Li Erhua: "Sister Erhua, how much does a dustpan like yours usually cost?"
Li Erhua said: "A small dustpan like this costs a hundred cents."
"Where's the big one?"
"Some of the big ones are hundreds of yuan. It depends on how long it takes."
Ye Xiaochai couldn't help but exclaimed: "Can you make a hundred pennies in half a day's work? If you collect firewood for a whole day during the day and then sell it in the market, you will be so tired that your back and legs hurt, and you can't make a hundred pennies." . The bamboos on the mountain all grow in the wild. If they are cut down, they can be made into bamboo weavings. If the market is good, it will not only be enough for food and clothing, but it will also be possible to turn it into a small rich family."
Liang Chuan thought about it and said: "Bamboo weaving is a very good thing and can be used by every household, but a piece of bamboo weaving often takes many years. In our small place like Fengshan Xinghua, if we want to rely on this craft Food and clothing is not a problem, but it is difficult to get rich because the market is too small."
Everyone listened as Liang Chuan said some incomprehensible words again, which they couldn't understand, but what Liang Chuan said was serious and did not sound like he was talking nonsense.
Liang Chuan continued: "If this road is opened, the market is opened to the entire Song Dynasty, and we make this a production base, then there is really hope of making a fortune."
The family was talking happily and enthusiastically when He Baozheng's voice came in from outside the door, and the figure arrived before the sound.
Now is the busy time for farming. He Baozheng's family has no paddy fields, so he planted some wheat. In order to encourage farmers in the south to plant some northern crops and prevent farmers from becoming poor due to disasters in the south, the court domesticated the northern crops. Wheat is grown in the south. This domesticated wheat has strong drought resistance. It has short plants and large ears, and a short growing season. It is suitable for sowing in spring, but it is not as delicious as the wheat in the north. Somewhat similar to modern spring wheat. Growing this kind of wheat was tax-free in the southern court.
Liang Chuan wanted to give them some advice on growing wheat, but after thinking about it, he decided against it because he was afraid that no one would believe him. Who among the farmers who have been farming all their lives would listen to a farmer who has never plowed the land and mess around with their own land? Practice is the only criterion for testing truth. Before he produced actual agricultural results, Liang Chuan wore his little mouth open. I guess everyone just laughed and didn't take it seriously.
Liang Chuan greeted He Baozheng, and He Baozheng looked at Liang Chuan holding a dustpan in his hand, which seemed to be new.
"Have you stopped chopping firewood today? Is the dustpan in your hand a new one? How much does it cost? The one I had was almost broken after sifting wheat last year. I think I will have to buy a new one this year."
"You have to chop firewood, and of course you have to do other things! How much does this dustpan cost at the market?"
"Maybe one hundred and fifty cents. If you kill it, you can buy it for one hundred and twenty cents."
"Tsk, tsk." The price Li Erhua mentioned may be the local price in Yong'an. There is no one in Xinghua who knows this craft. People are cheap when they leave their hometown, and things are expensive when they leave their hometown. Selling them in Xinghua is naturally much more expensive. If they are sold in the north, it will probably be even more expensive.
Liang Chuan handed the dustpan to He Baozheng's hand and said, "Take it, I'll give this to you."
He Baozheng was stunned for a moment and did not pick up the dustpan. He asked, "I'm afraid this is a new dustpan. What are you doing? Bought it specifically for me?"
"You didn't buy this, it was made by our eldest sister Li Erhua?"
"Did you make it yourself?" He Baozheng couldn't believe it. He looked back and forth with the dustpan, and like Liang Chuan, he broke it off with his hands. He was amazed. He didn't expect these two eldest girls who usually don't talk and are inconspicuous to have such a thing. My ability, well, no wonder this guy Liang Chuan is so kind and even took in these two sick girls. "This housework is really well made. Just by relying on this craftsmanship, my life will get better and better. I no longer have to look at the land and rely on the sky to make a living."
"Yes, I plan to let all the women in the family do this handicraft when they have nothing to do. Each of them can do at least one a day, which costs more than a hundred cents each. If they are sold, it is much better than farming. "As for the one in your family, I'm thinking that if you have nothing to do, you can come over and make this bamboo weaving together. When you're done, you can sell it in my shop and the profit will be yours." Liang Chuan gave He Baozheng An idea came up.
When He Baozhengfu heard Liang Chuan's suggestion, he felt excited. Yes, it would be enough to clean up the land at home. His mother-in-law would also take care of it at home on weekdays. If she could learn this craft and make some bamboo weaving, , probably more than he made in the fields. But his heart suddenly became cold again. This kind of craft is generally not taught to outsiders. If one more person learns it, there will be less food to eat. There is an old saying that if the apprentice starves to death, the master will starve to death. Even the relationship between master and apprentice Everyone has to save their craftsmanship, not to mention they are neighbors.
Liang Chuan saw He Bao's expression of embarrassment and asked, "Baozheng, why aren't you happy if I give you a way? Is your wife unhappy? She doesn't want to do manual work? Or does she think this job doesn't make much money?"
"If there is really something to be done, then I will definitely tell my mother-in-law that this is a dream come true, but do you know that this kind of craft is generally not taught to others casually. You have asked Li Erhua if she has this skill, so you are so sure that she has this skill Are you willing to teach everyone?"
"She will teach everyone. You don't have to worry about this. You are responsible for helping me organize people to come over. It is best to call over if you want to do this craft. I will collect all the bamboo weavings made. You are responsible for doing it. I Just be responsible for selling. I guess you won’t have any problem if I ask you to do it, but if I ask you to sell it, one or two retail investors may not be able to sell it. It would be a waste of time to sell it several by one. If everyone does it together, it will be unified. Sell it to me and I will sell it, so that everyone can have a stable income!"
"This is true!" He Baozheng was really happy at this moment and said: "Liang Chuan..." He Baozheng thought for a while, and it seemed a bit awkward to call Liang Chuan by his first name every day, so he changed his words: "Sanlang! You want to I will help you call as many people as you want. We are too poor in Helu. It’s not that people are too lazy, but that the fields really can’t grow much food. If you are really willing to let Li Erhua teach everyone this craft, I, the village guarantor, I promise you that from now on you will be the only one making bamboo weaving in every household. If you learn the craft and want to start your own business, regardless of your affiliation, you must pass me first!"
This sounded quite agreeable, and Liang hummed, then said in a blink of an eye, "He Baozheng, you should call me Liang Chuan. It's best for us to talk about things separately, and we're not that close to each other!"
He Baozheng was also quite thick-skinned. He chuckled and said, "You'll get used to it if you scream too much. Liangchuan Liangchuan screams like this every day. It doesn't sound good. I'm angry!"
Liang Chuan said: "That's up to you. Don't force the big guy. Once you learn the craft, if you can carry it forward and make a breakthrough, that's everyone's ability. If the bamboo weaving industry is done well, He Lu will be able to do more in the future. It’s the same bowl for eating, just don’t be reluctant to teach others, just let everyone learn it together, and there will be one more path to follow.”
He Baozheng's mood at the moment was exciting, but also a bit complicated. What was exciting was that it was a new path. What was complicated was that God opened his eyes, and the right way was karma. He saved this young man, but it left a way for the small village to survive. Repay kindness not only to oneself, but also to others. I told him that if I could, I would change the situation of poverty. No one would be afraid of poverty, but I didn't expect that he would actually put it into practice.
That evening, Zhao Jinyu came to Liang Chuan. When Liang Chuan saw Zhao Jinyu coming happily, he knew that the carpentry work at the new store must have been completed.
