Yun Mo was very satisfied with the bamboo scraping tool table made by the blacksmith shop owner. According to the agreed price, she paid an extra 5 yuan to the blacksmith shop owner.
But the boss refused to accept the money, and instead made a request to Yun Mo.
The blacksmith boss is very satisfied with the wire scraping tool table he made and wants to sell a few more in his shop.
Many people in Lu'an Town rely on bamboo weaving to make a living and supplement their household income. A time-saving and labor-saving scraping tool like this will definitely be popular.
Afraid that Yun Mo and Ling Chuan would not agree, the blacksmith boss also expressed his willingness to pay some money as payment for the design fee of the two.
Yunmo directly agreed to the boss's request, and of course, did not charge additional design fees from the boss.
The boss could have taken her money, turned around and made a few scraping tool tables and sold them. Even if she and Lingchuan knew about it, they would have nothing to do with each other.
After all, this thing has not been patented, and she cannot hold the blacksmith owner accountable.
But the other party did not do this. Instead, he sincerely discussed with her and asked for her permission. This shows that the boss is an open and honest person.
She is willing to deal with such people and sell them a favor.
The tool table was entirely made of iron and was very heavy. Yun Mo had bought a lot of cigarettes, wine, candies and other things before, and with such a lump of iron, the two of them couldn't lift it at all.
Yunmo asked Lingchuan to go to the station and call a motorcycle to pick him up.
After a while, Lingchuan came back on a motorcycle.
While the driver was carrying their things in a net bag, Yun Mo asked Lingchuan in a low voice, "Why didn't you call Brother Chen's car?"
Lingchuan glanced at her, his eyes filled with resentment, as if she had put a cuckold on him.
"Brother Chen is out soliciting customers."
Yun Mo looked at him funny, "What are you thinking about again?"
"I don't."
Yun Mo explained, "I asked you to call Brother Chen's car because I wanted to return the lunch money to him when I went back."
So that’s it.
Lingchuan's face turned gloomy in an instant, and he grinned, "Daughter-in-law, you can sit in front and lean against me later."
"No, I want to sit in the back. You can block the wind for me in the front."
After saying that, Yun Mo suddenly thought of something, "Didn't you let me sit in the back just to protect me from the wind?"
Lingchuan's expression froze for a moment, probably because he was not good at lying, and his lips moved for a long time without saying a single word.
What are you talking about? Could it be that he was jealous and didn't want his wife to have physical contact with Chen Bin, so he sat in the front?
"Daughter-in-law, I was wrong."
Yun Mo snorted softly, "Get in the car quickly, it will get dark if you keep going."
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The motorcycle the two of them were riding on was still some distance away from the entrance of the Huang family, so Huang Zhiqiu came out to greet them.
"Oh, I'm back now. If I don't see anyone anymore, your uncle will want to go to town to find you."
"No need to look for it, we know the way and we will definitely come back."
"From now on, when you go out, just go shopping and stop buying things. It's a waste of money."
Huang Zhiqiu saw a large bag of things hanging on the back seat of the motorcycle and thought that Yun Mo and Ling Chuan went to town just to buy these things.
Yun Mo explained with a smile, "These are useful for buying them. Mom, I have something good to show you."
"what is this?"
"Let's talk after we go in."
After entering, Yun Mo asked Huang Jianjun to move a small table and place it in the yard. Then, Lingchuan placed the tool table wrapped in old newspapers on the small table.
Looking at the tool table wrapped tightly in old newspapers, the Huang family members expressed curiosity.
"Momo, Xiaoling, what is this?"
"You'll find out later."
With that said, Yun Mo stepped forward and opened the old newspaper layer by layer. Soon, a tool similar to a guillotine appeared in front of the Huang family.
Yun Mo didn't wait for the Huang family to ask and took the initiative to introduce, "This is a scraper designed by Lingchuan, specially used to scrape bamboo silk."
Saying that, Yun Mo took an unscratched bamboo silk from the ground and handed it to Ling Chuan, "You can show me to grandpa and the others."
"good."
Lingchuan raised the guillotine, put the bamboo wire into the round hole slot of equal size, then closed the guillotine and pulled hard.
After repeating it several times, a beautiful bamboo filament will be scraped.
Huang Kailin and Huang Jianjun took over the bamboo shreds scraped out by Lingchuan with a wire scraper, with surprise and joy on their faces.
"Hey, the bamboo silk scraped by this scraper is really good. It's round, thin and well-proportioned. It's no worse than Dad's craftsmanship."
Huang Kailin said nothing, but judging from his expression, he obviously agreed with his eldest son's statement.
Huang Zhiqiu, Yang Xinghua and Liu Zhi also gathered around, touching the bamboo silk and looking at it carefully.
"Not only is it round, it's also very smooth. It's much better than what we shaved out ourselves."
Huang Kailin looked around the scraping tool table left and right, then took a piece of bamboo wire, put it into the round hole slot according to Lingchuan's method, and pulled hard.
"His, hiss."
In just one operation, in less than five seconds, a thin, round and smooth bamboo filament was ready.
"Haha, not bad, not bad. Using this scraper to scrape bamboo silk saves time and effort."
Huang Kailin is an experienced bamboo weaver for decades, and he recognized it, which is enough to explain the function and significance of this scraping machine.
The Huang family was already very satisfied with Lingchuan's son-in-law (grandson-in-law), and now they like him even more. Everyone looks at Lingchuan as if they are looking at a big baby.
"Xiao Ling, good job! Old lady, cook a chicken tonight and treat Xiao Ling well."
Lingchuan was flattered, "No, Grandpa, it's not my fault alone that made this bamboo silk machine..."
"Okay, grandpa said he would cook chicken for you, just feel free to eat it."
Yun Mo took his arm and interrupted what he was saying.
Yang Xinghua had inconvenient legs and feet, so she called her eldest daughter-in-law Liu Zhi to get the marinated chicken from the kitchen stove. Huang Kailin and Huang Jianjun, father and son, happily continued to study and play with the scraper.
Huang Zhiqiu walked up to the young couple, his eyes full of tenderness, "Momo, Xiaoling, you went to town today just to make this scraping machine?"
"Yes, Mom, let's go sit inside and talk. The motorcycle was bumping so hard that my bones were almost falling apart."
Huang Zhiqiu sighed, "There is nothing we can do. This is the condition we have. It will be fine when the road is built later."
This road had to be repaired. If the village didn't repair it, she would have to find a way to repair it, otherwise it would be too inconvenient.
Yun Mo thought silently in her heart, but continued to talk about going to the town.
"Today I met my third aunt in the town. She invited us to sit at home, but I didn't go. I said I would go to her in a few days to pay New Year's greetings. You can't go empty-handed to pay New Year's greetings, so I went to buy these things.
Mom, the things Lingchuan brought from Jiang City are all for you and your grandparents, please put them away and don’t be coaxed away with just a few words."
Huang Zhiqiu couldn't laugh or cry, "Look at what you said, am I that stupid?"
"Of course you are not stupid, but you are too soft-hearted. You care about the face of your relatives and can't save face, which makes the relationship tense. But others may not think so. If someone dares to talk to you, even if they don't want to save face, you don't have to give it.