Shopkeeper He chuckled, left ten guan of money and hurried away, while the people in the village were looking at the Yun family's bamboo house with the eyes of gods. The bacon groaned, and followed the young master in carrying the ten guan of money.
After arriving at the house, Xanthium wanted to help Bacon carry the money bag in, but she was ruthlessly rejected. He didn't understand Bacon. As long as it was her own money, no matter how heavy it was, she would not allow others to touch the money. She was exhausted.
He doesn't allow others to touch him either.
"Hahahaha." The old patriarch laughed crazily. He looked at the red seal mud on his hand and shouted to everyone: "What are you looking at! The ten coins belong to Yunwa. If anyone dares to have bad intentions, I will definitely kill him."
Put it in a pig cage and sink it into the pond! Aren't you satisfied that Yunwa has given us a great job? Xanthium, Lao Shou, Tiger, Lao Ba, you go to Doushaguan now to pull back the other ten guan of money.
Lame, fourth, and fifth, you start making barrels for me now. The boys go chop bamboo and make bamboo poles to set up a drying ground. The village will be developed. Hahaha, our ancestors have blessed us and sent us such a precious baby.
.Hahaha, have you all seen clearly how Yunwa makes batik?"
The old patriarch roared, and the crowd of onlookers dispersed. They excitedly began to prepare for their new life. Seeing the crowd disperse, the old patriarch looked up at the Yun family's bamboo house and saw Yun Er lying on the platform.
He propped his chin up and looked at himself, making a face and yelling at the women to work quickly. When the gray cloth was delivered, they would start making batik.
Yunda returned to the bamboo house and did not sleep. Instead, he boiled some water and drank tea. He could not count on bacon. The diligent little girl had already fallen into a huge pile of copper coins and was obsessed with it.
Xiaolongtuan tea can still be seen in Doushaguan, but Yunda can't drink it. He always thinks that fried green tea is more suitable for his taste. I used to think that fried tea is the correct way to drink tea.
, I learned recently that this is not the case. Nowadays, people who drink tea like to grind the tea leaves into fine powder, and then add onion, ginger, and spices to drink it together.
Even the water used to make tea is very particular. Trying to promote the tea drinking methods of later generations in the Song Dynasty is simply ignorant.
However, there is one kind of tea that is an exception. Yun Da likes it very much. Yun Er, who never drinks tea, also likes it. He can drink a full bowl at a time from his small silver bowl. Tea leaves, ginger, sesame seeds, rice, and salt are placed in a bowl.
In the beating bowl, use a hardwood beating stick to "beat" it into fine powder, and then rinse it with boiling water to make the tea. After drinking it, you will feel warm and comfortable all over your body.
Yun Zheng came to read a chapter of "The Analects" every morning, and spent the rest of the time writing one page each in large and small characters. He wrote "Guifeng Stele" in large characters and "The Family Biography of Mr. Xianxie" in small characters. They both took them from Magistrate Lin's box.
The collection of posts came out. I wrote an essay every other day. It is not a formal article, it is a style of writing called "Yi", which just explains the content of "The Analects". The title is based on the reading notes of County Magistrate Lin. Yun Zheng co-wrote it.
I don’t remember how many articles I read about “righteousness”. I only remember one topic is “Mencius rebelled against righteousness”.
After doing this, it’s time to teach the students every day. They learn ten characters a day, rain or shine. When the highland barley planted by Yunzheng on the mountain grows to an inch long, the students can already recite "Hundred Family Surnames" proficiently and will
These surnames were spelled out, and they were pretty good. There were so many new and weird characters that the children just chewed them up.
The silkworms raised by Yun Er and Bancou are already half an inch long, gray, and have no cute appearance at all. They are not much different from some caterpillars.
Life is like this, quiet and leisurely. Another batch of batiks in the village have been sold, but the price is not as high as Yunzheng's nine pieces of cloth. This can't be helped. The samples are inherently different from mass-produced products.
Don't.
But even so, the old patriarch is still very satisfied, and shopkeeper He is also very satisfied. He just asks the people in the village to make more batik patterns. If there are dragons and phoenixes on them, he has a way to sell the batik here to the palace.
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Therefore, Yunzheng had another job, which was to draw patterns on paper and then hand them to Laizi to make printing plates. After making six types of templates in a row, Yunzheng gave up his interest in continuing to paint and over-exploited
New products are not a good thing. One more color a year is enough to make Shopkeeper He overjoyed.
"The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, and the universe is vast. The sun and the moon are waxing, and the stars and constellations are arranged. Cold comes and summer comes, and autumn harvests and winter hides. The leap year is over, and the law of Lu regulates the sun. The clouds bring rain, and the dew turns into frost. Gold produces beautiful water, and jade emerges.
Kungang. The sword is called a giant tower, and the beads are called luminous..."
The sound of reading can be heard loudly in the Yun family's brick house, all of which are in standard official pronunciation. Whenever it is time to read, this is the only sound that echoes in the village. The usual sounds of cows neighing, horses bleating, cocks crowing and dogs barking will be heard.
It will disappear immediately, and the sound of the women making batik will become very quiet. Every time we return to this time, the old patriarch will wander in the village with his hands behind his back, carrying a two-foot-long bamboo stick. This
He never allowed outsiders to enter the village, so they specially built a bamboo fence at the entrance of the valley.
It wasn't until Yun Zheng announced that get out of class was over and the children ran out of Yun's house in droves that the atmosphere in the village would be normal and the forbidden area would become a living world.
Today, guests came to the village, they were Xiao Wugen's grandson and grandson. Xiao Wugen still found that he seemed to have been fooled. The crutch was not unique at all. He wanted to trouble Yun Zheng, but was stopped by his grandfather.
Since there was no reason to trouble Yun Zheng, the bamboo stick he bought for six guan was the cheapest among the five crutches.
They arrived very early, but the old master did not enter the village. He stood outside the village and listened to "The Thousand Character Essay" for a long time. Although Xiao Wugen had long been impatient, he did not dare to speak easily if his grandfather did not speak.
temper.
After entering the village, the old master could hardly believe his eyes, because this village was the cleanest in the entire Chengdu Prefecture. The dirt floor was made flat by hammers, and there was not a single leaf in sight. This was common in other villages.
There is absolutely no cow and sheep excrement here. There are no chickens or ducks running around in Nuoda's village. There are only a few yellow dogs lying lazily on the drying ground and looking at the dense blue batiks. The wind blows and the batiks are blown away.
It flaps and whirls, which is very spectacular.
"It's just about applying what you have learned. Students believe that knowledge that can be used to write about things through the ages is truly good knowledge. Recently, students have improved the batik process, making it from cumbersome to simple, which can greatly improve the effectiveness."
, reduce costs, no longer have to waste manpower on hard work, and can make the villagers full. In the eyes of students, doing these things is a practice. "