Jiang Che put the bamboo into the hole again, fiddled with it a few times, and felt his hand sink. Jiang Che smiled with satisfaction, and there was indeed another one.
Carefully pulling back the bamboo, a plump bamboo rat was dragged out of the hole, hanging on the bamboo and screaming with its teeth and claws.
Jiang Che wiped off the dirt and broken leaves on his knees, stood up from the ground, picked the bamboo rat by its tail and plucked it from the bamboo.
"See if it's very fat? Bamboo rat meat is very delicious. I haven't eaten it in a long time."
The bamboo rat, which was held in the air by Jiang Che, wanted to bend down and bite Jiang Che's hand, but it was too fat and couldn't reach it.
"Xiao Che has been studying for so many years, and he still remembers your grandfather's unique skills. That's great."
The old village chief came over and patted Jiang Che on the shoulder and said approvingly.
Apart from Dacheng, probably only Jiang Che knows these unique skills. They are all skills passed down by the older generation of mountaineers.
Now that young people have gone out to work, no one has learned these craftsmanship. Over time, the inheritance may be lost!
"This is a precious treasure that my grandfather taught me. I will never forget it even if I die."
Jiang Che said seriously.
When talking about his grandfather, Jiang Che couldn't help but think of the days when he was a child learning skills from his grandfather. At that time, he was really innocent and happy, following his grandfather and playing with his treasures.
Under the guidance of words and deeds, Jiang Che learned many unique skills over time, which are valuable assets that can be used throughout his life!
The old village chief smiled and nodded. He felt very gratified that he could pay attention to the teachings of his elders.
"Okay, let's finish cutting the bamboo and go back. After we finish building the fence, we can go back."
The old village chief greeted everyone and started to get busy. Tang Tian was scared by the bamboo rat just now and did not dare to run around.
The three old men looked around, squatting down from time to time to grab a piece of soil and break it open to see. There was also spring water left from the mountain. The three old men also took out a small bottle, filled a small bottle and put it in their pockets.
Jiang Che shook his head. The three old men were serious. I wonder what they would think if they found out in the end that the water was just rich in minerals.
After finishing cutting the ten bamboos, Jiang Che took a hatchet and chopped off all the bamboo branches. Instead of throwing them away, he put them together and tied them with straw ropes.
"You three old men, could you please take these bamboo sticks to the farmland?"
Jiang Che said to the three old men.
"No trouble, leave it to us."
Three people each made a bundle and picked it up easily.
After cleaning the bamboos, Jiang Che grabbed the thin ends of the two bamboos with one hand and dragged them on the ground.
The remaining six bamboos were divided between the old village chief and his parents. The bamboos had a smooth surface and it was not difficult to drag them on the ground.
Jiang Che walked in front, and the group quickly went down the mountain and returned to the farmland again.
"Grandpa, the village chief, leave the job of dividing the bamboo to me. You can just build the fence."
Jiang Che said.
"Okay, be careful and don't get pricked by bamboo thorns." The old village chief nodded in agreement.
"Don't worry, I'm familiar with this job. Don't get too close to Tang Tian and Lily."
Pulling the two curious girls aside, Jiang Che placed the bamboos on the ground and spread them side by side.
He stepped on a piece of bamboo with one foot, picked up the hatchet and chopped it hard at the bottom of the bamboo. He held the hatchet and pinched it left and right twice. Jiang Che cut a big crack at the bottom of the thigh-thick bamboo.
Putting down the hatchet, Jiang Che turned around, grabbed the bottom of the bamboo with both hands and opened his arms suddenly. With a click, the intact bamboo was opened by Jiang Che.
This violent scene shocked Tang Tian and Hu Lili. Such a thick bamboo could be separated so easily?!
"Jiang Che, did you eat spinach? You are so strong?!"
Tang Tian was surprised and asked me, is this something a normal person can do?
"Why eat spinach? It's rare but strange. As long as there are cracks in the bamboo, it will be easy to separate. This is a skill that all bamboo craftsmen know. Even the village chief and grandpa can do it."
Jiang Che stood up and said with a smile.
Is that so? Tang Tian was filled with doubts as he touched the little civet. He turned to look at the old village chief and found that he was shaking his head at him.
Tang Tian bit his teeth, Jiang Che was making nonsense again, he was obviously too strong and refused to admit it.
The same thing happened when I was hoeing the ground just now. It was like a cow that didn't know how to get tired.
The bamboo that was divided into two halves by Jiang Che continued to be subdivided by Jiang Che, and gradually divided into thin bamboo strips as thick as a thumb. Ten bamboos were divided into more than two hundred bamboo strips.
Every time Jiang Che divided out a batch, the village chief and his parents came over to build a fence. The bamboo branches cut by Jiang Che just now served as ropes.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ
Materials are scarce in the village, so obtaining local materials is the most basic operation.
Bamboo fiber is thick and will not rot after being soaked in water for several years. It is perfect for use as a rope to fix the fence. Anyway, it is enough to last through the summer.
Five minutes later, the fence was finally put up and it was perfect.
"Okay, you're done, you can pack your things and go home."
Jiang Che stretched out his waist and stretched his muscles.
Jiang Che began to pack his things, and the old village chief stood contentedly on the ridge of the field, looking at the farmland filled with seedlings and longing for what they would look like when they bear fruit.
I hope nothing goes wrong. This is the key to whether Huaxi Village can regain its vitality!
"Grandpa, village chief, don't look. It's still a few days until the results. Please wait patiently!"
Jiang Che came over, took the hoe from the village chief's hand, put it on his shoulder, and said with a smile.
"You kid, you know how to talk a lot," the old village chief said to Jiang Che with a smile, and then he frowned and said worriedly: "It's not easy for the village to have such a thought, Grandpa, I have been keeping it in my heart.
I’m afraid that the fruit I produce will be too ordinary!”
"Grandpa, village chief, don't think so much. Don't you still have me? If fruits and vegetables are not enough, you can do other things. Our Huaxi Village has beautiful mountains and clear waters. As long as the road is repaired, are you afraid that no one will come?"
"Don't worry, Grandpa Village Chief. We will fry bamboo rats at home tonight. Don't go back tonight. I will call grandma and Mouse to eat together at home. There are so many people!"
Jiang Che comforted the old man, and the old village chief's frown finally relaxed a little.
He smiled and pointed at Jiang Che: "You boy, you are really eloquent..."
After speaking, he strode forward with his hands behind his back, still humming an unknown folk song.
Jiang Che carried the cage containing the bamboo rats and followed him. Unknowingly, the sky was filled with burning clouds, and the colorful sunset dyed the paddy fields on both sides of the field red.
The wilderness echoed with the laughter of Tang Tian and Hu Lili. The group walked on the field ridge, just like walking in an oil painting.
A few minutes later, everyone returned to the door of Jiang Che's house, and happened to see Yuan Bao walking in from the intersection with a basket in his mouth.
There was also a half-dead pheasant in the basket. The chicken's head hung limply on the edge of the basket, and its long and beautiful tail feathers were trailing dirty on the ground.
Seeing Jiang Che, Yuan Bao immediately ran over with a basket in his mouth and placed the basket in front of Jiang Che.
Jiang Che's face twitched as he looked at Pheasant. Is he probably not far from death?