Paper umbrellas look simple, but they actually require a lot of work.

Bai Yujun is busy cutting bamboo strips for the umbrella stand. Whether the shape of the umbrella is correct or not depends entirely on the umbrella stand. The bamboo used for the umbrella ribs should preferably come from the same bamboo. It can be made into a regular shape after being made. There is a saying that "the same bamboo comes from the same bamboo and is wrapped within."

Meaning.

The small dagger in his hand turned into an afterimage at an extremely fast speed.

Bang~!

The wooden door of the courtyard was broken, and two monks in the Qi Refining Stage entered the door.

Looking up at the broken wooden door, Bai Yujun felt a little regretful. The wooden door was old, at least for nearly a hundred years, and the old wooden door, which had a sense of the vicissitudes of time, was turned into firewood with just such a kick.

Zhang Wan, Zhang's mother and her maids were hiding in the house and didn't dare to come out. They were just a group of women. They had never seen the world and didn't know how to deal with it.

When the two monks entered the door, they saw Bai Yujun sitting under the tree, whittling bamboo.

Suddenly, the two of them were dumbfounded as if there were eggs stuck in their mouths, staring in horror at the girl in white under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. Bai Yujun only showed a slight hint of his cultivation aura, and the two of them were too frightened to move.

"You broke the door. There is dry wood in the warehouse next door. Make me a new wooden door. Go ahead."

The two looked at each other and finally chose to surrender.

They didn't dare to run. Although they were neither guarded nor chained, the two monks in the Qi Refining Stage couldn't raise any escape skills because the other party was too strong. They had felt the power of the Foundation Stage, but the girl exuded

The aura is actually more frightening than the foundation stage. As for whether it is the golden elixir stage or above, there is no need to know, there is not much difference.

Obediently, he dug out the wood and whittled it with his sword without saying a word.

Bai Yujun felt that his temper had become much better. In the past, he had to kill people less often.

I lowered my head and continued to cut the umbrella ribs. The first time I made it, I was a bit unfamiliar, but as time went by, I got better and better. The technique was learned from the old man when I was bored. In the future, I will have another cooking skill.

Next, assemble the cut bamboo strips into an umbrella stand, carefully and delicately, trying to be as accurate as possible.

This work is a bit difficult for myopia, but fortunately my myopia has improved with evolution, so I can make the umbrella stand bit by bit with my eyes wide open.

After doing it, check it with gestures to make sure there are no mistakes before moving on to the next task.

Wrap the edge line and wrap a few turns around the outside of the umbrella stand with thin cotton thread.

The wooden door next door jingled. Monks like them who lived in the city-state didn't know how to get their hands on the food, and they despised craftsmen. Now it was very difficult to be a carpenter.

After the edges are wound, it’s time to mount the paper. Gradually paste the rough paper onto the umbrella stand. Although my skills are unfamiliar, I can’t be too demanding when making it for the first time.

I worked hard into the evening and finally finished the paper mounting.

Before eating, I brushed it with tung oil and put it aside to brush it again tomorrow.

The oil-paper umbrella is brushed with tung oil, a kind of oil extracted from tung seeds, which is anti-corrosive and waterproof. The tung oil is brushed on the surface of the velvet paper to make it strong and tough.

"Miss Bai~it's time to eat~"

Zhang's mother and the old woman moved a small low table to the yard, the moon climbed over the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and the civet cat followed the wall and went away to hunt at night.

Light the lantern.

Four plates of meat and vegetable side dishes were placed on the table. Everyone sat on small bamboo stools and gathered around the low table, eating a mouthful of rice and a mouthful of vegetables.

While eating, a maid from the same village lamented that there had been no mosquitoes recently, and discussed with Zhang Wan whether it was the cold weather or the herbs planted in the courtyard to repel mosquitoes.

Bai Yujun ate four bowls of white rice in a row, which only filled the gap between his teeth.

In the warehouse next door, two monks in the Qi Refining stage were still working hard making wooden doors. Bai Yujun did not intend to provide food for them. Whoever hired them would naturally take care of the food. How could the landlord of the Wang family be short of money, food, chickens and ducks?

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Life is leisurely and quiet...

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The door was rebuilt.

Although it didn't look as regular as the one made by the craftsmen, it was still passable. At least it was much better than the previous one. Bai Yujun thought about whether to let the two of them help Huixian and his disciples make a new wooden door, but finally decided to give up. The old monk was older.

Yes, it’s okay to climb over the wall to help you exercise.

The two monks left and rushed into Wang's house with the same aggressiveness as before when they came to find trouble.

Bai Yujun, who was painting tung oil in the yard, could clearly hear the crackling sounds of Wang's house. It seemed that the door had been smashed. It turned out that the two of them had a habit of kicking in other people's doors. They had lived for more than three hundred years and had only seen one thing, bad taste.

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After a quarrel, the two monks rode away. They couldn't fly and they didn't have flying magic weapons. Horses were indispensable.

The Wang family had bruises and swollen faces, and even the prefect's wife was in a sorry state.

Not long after, the Wang family sent the farmer's farmhand to deliver dozens of chickens, ducks and half a piece of pork to Zhang Wan. He wanted to please but couldn't bear to lose face and came over in person. Fortunately, the banker's farmhand had plenty of free time.

Under the osmanthus tree.

Bai Yujun looked at the chickens and ducks and pouted. They had to be kept for laying eggs and not for eating meat. It was better to stew the roosters with some soup.

After brushing with tung oil and letting it dry, I began to use my talent for painting snakes. An umbrella must be painted to be beautiful. I ran to the grocery store in town to buy a set of pens and inks, and directly painted an indescribable landscape painting.

Using oil-paper umbrellas is an elegant act that is very stylish and charming.

Imagine walking alone in an ancient alley, misty and rainy, and holding an umbrella. The scene is definitely more stylish than wearing water boots and holding a steel-framed nylon umbrella. The charm of handicrafts cannot be compared to industrial products.

Zhang Wan likes to sit at the door and watch Bai Yujun making oil-paper umbrellas.

She has become much more cheerful since she moved out. Perhaps the high-walled courtyard of the landlord's house made her feel depressed and dull. Although the courtyard is old now, it gives people a sense of peace of mind.

Zhang Wan didn't understand why Bai Yujun followed her around to protect her, as if he was a mystery.

With unknown origins, magic skills, and secrets everywhere, Zhang Wan suspected that she and the child in her belly were involved in some kind of big event, and she didn't know whether to be grateful or afraid.

She was right, she was indeed involved in something big.

Under the osmanthus tree.

"well……"

Bai Yujun stopped and sighed. Sometimes, he really admired himself. As a snake, he had to accompany a pregnant woman, and he also had to be the target of a guardian spirit beast.

There is no need to rush this kind of thing. I originally thought of stimulating the energy of the earth veins to quickly fill the hole, but just after I took over, I activated it, which caused Zhang Wan to feel uncomfortable and almost scared Bai Yujun to death.

If that general star is brought into trouble by himself, God will not give him a lot of karma.

Come on, can't you just wait a little longer?

If you are bored, then make oil-paper umbrellas and sell them. You can kill time and still have a surplus. It is always good to be diligent and frugal in running a household. What’s more, in the future, when a child is born and you don’t have to spend money on everything, then you can spend your own money to buy merit.

It is much more useful than throwing money into the temple.

As the days passed, Zhang Wan's belly gradually swelled, and her original depressed mood due to the loss of her husband became much better. Of course, a certain snake was throwing spells without any problems.

In order to keep the child safe, Bai Yujun gathered spiritual energy to nourish Zhang Wan whenever possible.

It only took a few days for Zhang Wan to become radiant and younger. The men in the village were itching to see her, but when they saw the girl in white who was even more itching, they immediately became frightened. A few days ago, there were thugs bullying the whole house.

All of them are women who want to come to flirt with me, but now they are still lying at home. It is said that they are paralyzed from the neck down... I want to chat with more like-minded people about "New White Snake Asks the Immortal", follow "Hot Internet Articles or rdww444" on WeChat and more
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