Qian Duoduo thought about her own seasonings. She planned to grind them into powder after drying, and then put them in smaller bamboo tubes. But the bamboo tubes should have lids, and then there should be not only one layer of lids, but at least two layers inside.
There should be several holes in the cover.
Thinking of Qian Duoduo, he simply walked to Qian Xueyuan and squatted down on the ground to draw. After finishing the painting, he looked at Qian Xueyuan who also squatted down: "Brother, can you make something like this?"
Qian Xueyuan looked at it for a while and nodded: "You can use a section of bamboo, cut one end, and use it as a cover with a hole inside. Make it thinner at the edge and buckle it in, and use another section of bamboo as the outer cover."
When you use the outer piece as a cover, also thin it out and snap it in."
Qian Xueyuan said and looked at Qian Duoduo: "It's similar to the bamboo tube that holds water at home. This can be used!"
Qian Duoduo nodded: "Brother, please help me make some this afternoon. First, make some smaller ones, about three fingers thick, and in a few days, make some larger ones with big wrists."
"Okay, I'll go up the mountain to cut bamboo right now!" Qian Xueyuan nodded and walked to the woodshed happily!"
"Let Xuewen go with you?" Qian Duoduo said to Qian Xuewen who was writing on the ground not far away: "Xuewen and my elder brother go to the mountains to chop bamboo!"
Qian Xuewen raised his head and looked in the direction of Qian Xueyuan, only to see him looking at him with a look of hope on his face.
Qian Xuewen's face was very unhappy. He still felt resentful about Qian Xueyuan's gambling on his family.
Looking at the look on Qian Xuewen's face, Qian Xueyuan was slightly disappointed. He knew that the person in the family who had the biggest objection to him was Xuewen, because he was unable to go to school because of his gambling.
Qian Xueyuan lowered his head in guilt.
Seeing this, Qian Duoduo paused with a smile on his face and looked at Qian Xuewen and said: "Xuewen, go chop bamboo with your elder brother. You can ask your elder brother to teach you how to write in the future!"
Qian Xuewen was startled and looked up at Qian Xueyuan, only to see his lost head lifted up. There was a faint inquiry in Qian Xuewen's eyes. After all, Qian Xueyuan was a person who had read books. He read and wrote every day.
, but still don’t know many words.
If someone could teach me...
Qian Xuewen had a look of hope on his face. If someone taught him, he would be able to recognize more words.
Even if that person is the person he least wants to forgive, but now that the situation at home is improving, it is no longer important. As long as he does not gamble in the future, he can still accept the proposal.
"As long as the eldest brother promises me that he will never gamble again, I will go with him!" Qian Xuewen stood up and looked at Qian Xueyuan.
Qian Xueyuan's face turned pale and he nodded solemnly: "Brother, I promise you that I will never gamble again!"
"Okay!" Let's go!
Qian Xuewen nodded with satisfaction and took the lead to walk out of the yard.
Qian Xueyuan quickly took the hatchet and followed.
When Qian Duoduo saw the two people leaving, he turned and walked to the cowshed, untied the oxcart, and Qian Wanli drove the oxcart to Wujiacun with Qian Duoduo and Qian Qingtong.
The bullock cart quickly arrived at a small alley in Wujiacun, when suddenly two people walked up not far away.
A man and a woman, when the two people approached, suddenly the woman quietly said to the man next to her: "Hey, son, isn't this the fat girl your father ordered for you?"
The man glanced at Qian Duoduo in disgust, turned around and said lightly: "Mom, the engagement has been terminated long ago, let's go!"