It was Mr. Wang burning small animal carcasses piled together. The first time I saw the fire, I reached out and covered my nose. The stench of burning hair automatically appeared in my mind.
But the strange thing is that the green fire shot up into the sky, but there was no thick smoke as expected above the flame - not to mention thick smoke, not even a trace of black smoke!
Not only that, the flame burned extremely fast, and in almost a few blinks, it burned the mountain of corpses clean.
What was even more shocking was that when the flames dissipated, not a single bit of ashes was left in the yard, as if the corpses had disappeared out of thin air.
There's something weird about this green flame!
I remembered that on the way back, Wu Tinghan also burned the paper man with this kind of flame, but there was no ashes left!
The methods of their craftsmen are too amazing, right? I feel like they are full of treasures. If you fish them out casually, you will definitely make a lot of money if you put them on the market!
For example, if this green flame can be produced with energy, wouldn't it be possible to use it to burn garbage, completely pollution-free, residue-free and pollution-free?
When the time comes to apply for a patent, every country in the world will come to me to buy this technology, not to mention the richest man in the country, even the richest man in the world!
After the things in the village are settled, I have to ask Mr. Wang to teach me this skill. I don't believe that he can have the nerve not to teach me when I serve him delicious food and drinks!
Just when I was dreaming about a better future, I felt a sudden pain in my forehead. I looked down and saw a head of garlic. Then I heard Wu Tinghan’s cold voice. She said, it’s dark, stop daydreaming. !
I smiled and said that the hemp rope was almost ready.
Wu Tinghan didn't care too much about me and asked me to take out the hemp rope and put it aside to dry. Then he picked up the garlic, turned around and called Mr. Wang in, and found the middle of the threshold of the main room.
She herself moved a chair and sat in the corner where I had just squatted. First she peeled the garlic into pieces and put them in an empty bowl. Then, like magic, she took out an embroidery needle and pulled it from her wrist. Pull out a piece of red thread, thread it through the end of the embroidery needle and tie it.
Then she flexibly moved her fingers back and forth to string the peeled garlic together with needle and thread. There was about a punch's distance between every two pieces of garlic. Every four pieces of garlic were separated by three shoulder lengths, and then she tore them off and put them aside.
I counted carefully and there were nine sections before and after. I didn’t know what she was going to do.
While she was doing this, Mr. Wang had already found the midpoint of the threshold and stood next to me and watched carefully.
I asked Mr. Wang what she was doing, and Mr. Wang still shook his head, not knowing why.
At this time, Wu Tinghan put away her needle and thread, took a section and knitted it with both hands deftly. Her movements were so fast that it was impossible to tell what she was knitting.
But when Mr. Wang saw it, he took the initiative to tell me that she was making lanterns.
lantern?
As soon as Mr. Wang finished speaking, I saw Wu Tinghan stop what she was doing and lift it up with what she had just knitted. It happened to be in the shape of a simple lantern - so simple that it only had four skeletons. A little bit, and there is exactly one grain of garlic in the middle and lower section of each skeleton.
And the convex part of each garlic is facing outward, and the straight part is facing inward. The angle and arc perfectly match the arc of the red line.
As soon as I had a clear look at the structure of the first 'lantern', Wu Tinghan had already finished the second one at an astonishing speed. After a while, all nine 'lanterns' were formed.
At this time, she stood up, pointed to one end of the hemp rope, and told me to throw this end over the beam above, making sure that this point was exactly on the beam.
I took a look and found that she was referring to the end that was four shoulder lengths away, and the point she was talking about happened to be the penultimate duck feather, which was exactly four shoulder lengths from the end of the hemp rope and the first duck feather. Just the point where the three shoulders are lifted.
I looked at Wu Tinghan with a resentful look and said, I think you may have overestimated my strength.
The beam is so high and so close to the roof. I may not be able to swing the hemp rope over just by swinging it with my arms. You actually ask me to swing it to the beam at a designated point?
No matter what Mr. Wang thinks now, I am very suspicious that you, Wu Tinghan, just don’t want to save the people in our village, and you may even want to die with us!
I said, how about I find a ladder?
She shook her head and said, "You can't use a ladder. If you use a ladder, it won't work."
I asked, what is the point of this?
She said that if you light a sky lantern and light a sky lantern, since it is a sky lantern, the beam is now equivalent to the sky. If you can reach it with a ladder, is it still the sky?
Well, although I didn’t understand it very well, just remember that the sky is unattainable.
However, in order to increase the chance of success, I asked Wu Tinghan about the time of termination of the contract, should I let Mr. Wang throw it away? He is stronger than me, and his accuracy is definitely better than mine.
Wu Tinghan shook his head again and said, among the three of us, you are the only one who can throw it.
I'm confused, what's the point of this? Do you think I'm easy to bully when I'm young? When the time comes, won’t you feel burdened if you don’t throw it away so that you can scold me?
Although I had doubts in my heart, I still did what she wanted.
But before throwing it, I said, if I didn't throw it, don't blame me.
She shook her head and said, as long as you throw it with the penultimate marking point, you will be able to throw it accurately.
Come on, if you put a high hat on me now, I will definitely curse you to death in a while.
It doesn’t matter, I’m used to being scolded anyway, so regardless of whether it works or not, I’ll just throw it away first.
So without even looking, I closed my eyes and threw the hemp rope in my hand up, and then waited for the two of them to yell.
But after I waited for a while, there was only the sound of footsteps in the main room, and no one cursed me.
When I opened my eyes, I realized that the hemp rope was hanging firmly on the beam, and the length of the other side hanging down seemed to be exactly four feet.
In other words, the mark point I am holding is really on the beam?
Damn it, I'm so lucky, right?
Recall that Wu Tinghan said before that among the three of us, I am the only one who can throw, so this is also related to my luck?
Mr. Wang said, "I'm going to bullshit you. I've said it many times. Luck is luck, luck is luck. Why can't you remember it?" Besides, whether you can throw it over has nothing to do with your luck. Damn it, Senior Wu has some good craftsmanship.
I widened my eyes and looked at the back of Wu Tinghan who was busy at the threshold, and asked Mr. Wang in a low voice, when did she use the craftsmanship and why didn't I notice?
Mr. Wang pointed to the hemp rope above his head and asked me, how many ends of the hemp rope are there when it falls?
I said, carry it on all fours.
He asked again, what about the other end you just threw it at?
I said, Sanshou, what’s wrong?
Mr. Wang slapped his thigh and said, isn't it necessary? Senior Wu once used the art of dripping to shout "Throw three drops and drop four". If you get three drops and throw them out, the drops will definitely be four, so as long as If you throw it, you will definitely succeed.
After listening to Mr. Wang's explanation, I was stunned. How can a good idiom be used like this in the hands of your craftsmen? When I write essays in the future, can I still face this trivial idiom?
Moreover, since it is blessed by craftsmanship, why do I have to throw it away? If you ask Mr. Wang to throw it, it may not be 100% successful?
Mr. Wang shook his head and said, I am also a craftsman, and ordinary craftsmanship is of no use to me.
Well, it really has nothing to do with my luck. It's just because I'm a novice craftsman that I can throw it so accurately.
While I was asking Mr. Wang to clarify his doubts, Wu Tinghan had already fixed the other end of the hemp rope with a nail at the midpoint of the threshold, and also hung the previous 'lanterns' on the hemp rope.
The remaining ones were too high to hang, so she asked Mr. Wang and I to move the Eight Immortals table under the beam, while she jumped on it and continued to tie the remaining 'lanterns'.
Let me tell you, isn’t it possible to reach heaven? Does this count as climbing to the sky?
Wu Tinghan said angrily while hanging the lantern, "Which of your eyes saw me touching the beam?" You can breathe under the sky, but what's wrong with me hanging a lantern under the sky?
This woman is really good at everything, but this mouth is so poisonous!
After she hung all the nine lanterns on this end of the beam, she asked me to bring over the large porcelain bowl for pounding the vegetable juice. Then with a flick of her wrist, she took the red-headed judge pen, dipped it in the vegetable juice, and applied it on the Four wells' on the walls.
I don’t know if I was dazzled, but I saw that the tip of the judge pen was actually soft, just like a real paintbrush. There was no trace of the hardness and clang of the metal pen tip?
I widened my eyes and looked at Mr. Wang with a puzzled expression. He said directly, "What do you think I am doing?" If the judge's pen is only hard but not soft, can Han call him "judge pen mai"?
I know the truth is this, but the key is that it’s hard for me to accept it. Of all the things in this world that can be soft or hard at will, I only know one, which is said to be the origin of life - water!
Apart from this thing, is there any metal that can be soft and hard at the same time?
Not only that, I saw that with just a few simple strokes by Wu Tinghan, the four wells turned completely blue.
She put away the judge's pen, pulled out a large piece of red thread from her wrist, and tied it in a circle around the four corners of Chen Guzi's portrait in front of me. Then she lifted it up to form a point and pointed at the hemp rope hanging from her head. Tell Mr. Wang, hang it up so that the tip of the duck feather is pointed at the yellow paper roll.
Mr. Wang was not tall enough and had to put the chair in the corner up.
Seeing that Mr. Wang was already very old and still climbing so high, I was really worried that he would accidentally fall down, so I asked Wu Tinghan, "Why don't you let me come?"
When Wu Tinghan heard this, he gave me a look of contempt, and then said to me, you can't even move a copper coin, but you still want to hang up this portrait?
Just one sentence will kill me!
To be honest, if I could, I would really like to squat in the southeast corner of the main room and draw a circle - if I can't scold you or beat you, I'll draw a circle and curse you to death!
Although Mr. Wang was old, he was nimble with his hands and feet. He hung the portrait in a short time and hung it in an even and stable manner. Even the spiritual tablet placed on it stood firmly.
After the portrait was hung up, the hemp rope tightened instantly and made a clicking sound from time to time, as if it was bearing a thousand kilograms of weight and might break at any time.
Seeing this, Wu Tinghan no longer hesitated, picked up the pot of kerosene, and poured kerosene into the nine porcelain bowls lined up on the Eight Immortals' table, all of which were full bowls. Then insert a wick rolled into cotton into these bowls and put them one by one into the nine 'lanterns' hanging in front.
She didn’t serve the top ones anymore, but asked me to climb up and do it for them.
When I placed the porcelain bowl 'oil lamp', I realized why I had to wear garlic on the red thread. It was originally used to fix the porcelain bowl. With the presence of these garlic, the porcelain bowl is tightly bound in the 'lantern', even if you want to tilt it at an angle.
After putting all the oil lamps away, Wu Tinghan asked Mr. Wang and I to put the Eight Immortals table back in place, then exited the main room and stood on the steps.
I saw Wu Tinghan standing outside the threshold at this time, holding a judge's pen, with a serious look on his face, and muttering something softly in his mouth, but I couldn't hear it very clearly.
When I craned my neck to listen, I only heard: "Three thousand worlds of wonderful magic are pointing up to the sky. Hundreds of thousands of living beings are lanterned with flowers and flowers. When the sky lanterns light up, all the charms are slaying. Give them to me!" '
After saying that, she held the judge's pen and drew it in the void. A fire light ignited on the tip of her pen. She accurately lit it on the hemp rope. A flash of yellow flame swept up in an instant. The lanterns hanging along the way were lit up. The lights light up one after another, like a giant, climbing to the sky step by step!
