Mu Ge smiled and revealed the answer: "This is ramie."
"Ramie?" An Zhisu suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Hemp! Is it linen?"
Mu Ge hummed and said: "Our local name is ramie, it is also called nettle or wild hemp. The name is different in different places. This season is the time to beat hemp, and every household is busy farming."
An Zhisu knew something about linen, but it was limited to the properties of linen. He didn't know that linen was grown, and he had never seen ramie, otherwise he would have recognized it a long time ago.
"Can you take me there to take a look? I want to see how they make hemp." An Zhisu's curiosity became even higher. When he heard that ramie was abundant here, he immediately felt that he had come to the right place. Not only was the environment good, but it was also
Especially suitable for collecting style.
Mu Ge took An Zhisu to the ramie field. There were many men and women beating hemp here. The large tracts of ramie were tall and thin. An Zhisu quickly took out his mobile phone to take pictures, just like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.
What you see is strange.
"Ge'er is here." A villager saw Mu Ge and greeted her with a smile.
Mu Ge also smiled and called out: "Auntie."
An Zhisu couldn't understand their local dialect, let alone speak it, and always had a polite yet awkward smile on his face.
"I'll take you in to take a look. Be careful, don't get scratched." Seeing An Zhisu's interest, Mu Ge took her into the ramie field.
An Zhisu followed happily and asked Mu Ge how to play numbness. She also wanted to learn from him.
"I don't know how. I'll take you to my brother and let him teach you." Mu Ge shook her head. She only lived here when she was very young and didn't know the specific procedures of anesthesia.
"Okay, okay." An Zhisu nodded repeatedly, while taking many short videos and sending them to Ye Lancheng.
Mu Ge's cousin was also here to help with the hemp treatment, and soon Mu Ge found someone. The cousin was also a young man in his mid-thirties, honest and honest, with tanned skin. He looked like a farmer at first glance.
"Brother." Mu Ge waved to his cousin.
My cousin was busy playing numb. He raised his head when he heard the sound. When he saw Mu Ge, he showed two rows of teeth: "Ge'er, why are you here?"
"I brought my friend here to have a look. She is very interested in playing hemp and wants to learn from me." Mu Ge introduced An Zhisu to his cousin.
The cousin also knew that Mu Ge was going to bring friends over and greeted An Zhisu warmly.
An Zhisu was sweet-tongued, calling him brother after Mu Ge, and asked him to teach him how to play numbness.
My cousin is also a warm and hospitable person. He first demonstrated the steps of anesthesia to An Zhisu and explained it to her in broken Mandarin. Sometimes he just didn’t know how to speak Mandarin and asked Mu Ge to translate it. Mu Ge was always accurate.
into words that An Zhisu can understand.
After learning about it, An Zhisu realized that cutting hemp sounds simple, but it is not easy to operate. First, break off one-third of the hemp pole from the root, and then cut off the remaining two-thirds from the middle.
The fibers are peeled off, and then the fiber skin must be removed with a scraper, and finally the fibers can be completely taken out.
There are still many steps to make into twine. What is peeled out from the hemp rod is only the fiber, which is the most primitive form of twine. Several subsequent processes are required to make twine.
As for ramie cloth, it needs to be woven after the hemp thread is made before it can be woven into cloth for clothing. Designers usually see the finished product, and very few designers have the opportunity to start from the end of the cloth like An Zhisu.
The original form comes into contact and understanding.
This is the second time that An Zhisu has started learning from the most primitive form of cloth. The first time was silk. When she was very young, her mother taught her how to raise silkworms, how to peel cocoons, how to draw silk, and how to weave cloth. So she is most familiar with it.
The cloth is also silk. Like other designers, other fabrics have never been seen in their original form, let alone understood.
So An Zhisu cherished this rare opportunity very much. She followed her cousin to learn how to beat hemp seriously. She also discussed with her cousin why not use a machine. Just like a harvester, with the harvester, farmers no longer need to use a machine.
Wheat is harvested manually with sickles. Another example is rice transplanters. Machines can liberate labor and are many times more efficient than manual labor.
Her cousin said to her: "There are also flax machines, but it is easy to reduce the output of flax machines, which is not as high as manual flax production. It is not easy for us to grow flax. Rather than working harder, we also want to earn more twine."
An Zhisu nodded clearly. She looked around. Everyone was working hard. Sweat fell from their faces, but they didn't feel hard. It was as if they were used to such work and as if they had been harvested.
Diluted physical exertion.
As the sun set and dusk fell, my cousin and other villagers were busy until dark before finishing their work. On the way home, An Zhisu asked his cousin why he didn't take the beaten ramie home and put it in the field.
Will not be stolen.
The cousin smiled and explained to her that the ramie was not from his family. His family's ramie had already been beaten, and today he was helping others to beat the ramie. Every year when it is time to beat the ramie, the neighbors would help each other and collect the ramie first.
What's yours, and what's mine, we help each other, the efficiency is fast and the profit is high.
"So that's it." An Zhisu was surprised by such friendly neighborly relations. In big cities, how many people don't even know their neighbors who live across the street, let alone help each other.
When I got home, my cousin had already prepared dinner at home, Mu Mu’s homework was done, Jiao Jiao had also woken up, and the two children were playing with the dog. The little one felt much more energetic after a good nap, and was not afraid of anything.
Played with two kids.
"You guys are back, go wash your hands quickly, I'll serve the food, Mumu, come and help." When the cousin saw them coming back, she immediately put down what she was doing and went to the kitchen, and called her son in to help.
Mumu stopped teasing the dog and quickly ran to the kitchen to wash her hands and help get the dishes.
Mu Ge waved to Jiao Jiao: "Jiao Jiao, let's go wash our hands."
Jiao Jiao obediently walked over, and the little thing followed with her four short legs. Her silly and cute look made Jiao Jiao laugh. An Zhisu heard her giggle for the first time.
The sound is really nice.
An Zhisu sighed in his heart, if Jiao Jiao didn't have autism and could call Mu Ge sweetly every day, Mu Ge would probably die happy.
The little thing seems to like Jiao Jiao very much. When Jiao Jiao goes to wash her hands, she follows her. When Jiao Jiao goes to sit at the table, she follows. She lies on the ground obediently and occasionally bites Jiao Jiao's shoelaces, or pulls her trouser legs with her paw and brushes them quietly.
Sense of presence.
An Zhisu secretly observed Jiaojiao and found that she would secretly feed the little thing. One moment, she would give it a vegetable, another, some steamed buns, and another, a small bone. She was very good at taking care of the little thing.
An Zhisu was surprised in her heart. No wonder Mu Ge came all the way to bring a dog to Jiao Jiao. For Jiao Jiao, who has autism, this is not a dog. This is her new friend and even her medicine.
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An Zhisu gave Muge a thumbs up, thinking that he was indeed a psychologist and that he had great methods for treating autism.
Mu Ge smiled slightly. She only discovered that Jiao Jiao was interested in small animals after trying many methods. She learned about many dog breeds and chose Labrador after a comprehensive comparison. In fact, Jiao Jiao's performance was better than she expected.