Brother Biao and I ran to one end, together with Lao Gela, a total of three people, and used the principle of leverage to press down on the wooden stick.
Old Gera had a cigarette butt in his mouth and kept shouting loudly: "Whose! Whose! Whose!"
Brother Biao explained that it means "exerting force", which seems to be pronounced "shed" in Tibetan.
I was thin at that time, so I immediately leaned my entire upper body on the wooden stick and pressed down with all my strength. Brother Biao also blushed and had a thick neck.
"who!"
"Whose! Whose is your mother!"
Lao Gela didn't dare to scold Brother Biao, so he turned around and yelled at me, saying that I was weak and not strong enough.
I heard what Brother Biao said, there is only one chance, if the pressure is not enough, this big pot of snow bead will be useless.
I don't want to cause trouble to anyone, but I swear, I did use all my strength.
Once the wooden stick is pressed down, it cannot loosen, and it will either be formed at once or completely scrapped.
At this time, a sudden gust of wind blew up in the yard, almost blowing me off the stick. Lao Gela suddenly looked overjoyed and shouted loudly behind me.
I turned around and looked.
I saw a fat woman over 1.8 meters tall running towards me quickly. She was tall and fat, and her weight definitely exceeded 220 kilograms.
The fat woman was wearing the Sherpa U-shaped hat I mentioned earlier. She felt as if there was an earthquake. She ran in front of me and without saying a word, pressed her down on the wooden stick.
The wooden stick bent and was pressed to the bottom in an instant!
When Lao Gela saw this, he burst out laughing.
Brother Biao shouted the slogan: "Take it!"
"Press!"
"receive!"
"Press!"
After repeating it more than twenty times, the bead pressing was completed.
When you open it, you will find a large disc of sorbet beads, all crystal clear and bright red, arranged neatly.
When the sunset shines down, it seems to be coated with a layer of precious light.
After looking at it, Lao Gela nodded with satisfaction, and quickly turned back to talk to the fat woman with a smile, probably to express his gratitude.
The fat woman smiled and waved her hands.
The next step is to take out the sorbet beads, grind the edges, and drill holes.
The whole process went through several times, including crushing the ore, boiling the ore for three days, cooling, adding hematoxylin powder, pouring it into a bucket for secondary cooling, adding rose powder, filling the mold, compacting, grinding, and finally drilling the holes.
There are several difficulties in these steps, such as the proportion of adding sappan wood powder and rose powder, where to get the round plate tools, and who has mastered this craft. I am not talking about being rich and powerful, but in this life, I will have a family and a career, and I will not have enough food and clothing.
Worry shouldn't be a problem.
It is said on the Internet that the ancient Snow Bazhu is blood red all over, and no lines can be seen. You can only see a mysterious "pressure line" running through the beads near the hole.
It is conceivable that thousands of years ago, we pressed this "pressure line" by manpower. If we use machines instead, I don't know if this kind of pressure line will still occur.
It was already evening when I finished making the sorbet. I picked up the finished product and looked at it carefully. It was bright red. The more I looked at it, the more I liked it.
Lao Gela had already drilled the hole. I picked up the beads and looked out at the hole with one eye.
Sudden.
Through the small tunnel, I saw a young girl, holding a flute in her hand and dressed in white, running towards me.
By chance, the night wind blew up a corner of her clothes.
