Chapter 20
No way, Manbao decided to do it herself, so she asked Keke not to take the picture away. She then clumsily arranged her flower basket according to the picture.
Erya saw her aunt wasting flowers and had no time to learn bamboo weaving. She ran over and asked, "Aunt, what are you doing?"
"I want to arrange the flower baskets."
Erya said, "You have ruined all the flowers."
Manbao blinked, threw away the flowers decisively, moved his butt back, and let Erya go up, "I'll teach you."
Everyone found it funny. She could make the flowers like this herself, so why was she teaching Arya?
However, Manbao really taught Erya. Although she was not dexterous, she had a lot of ideas. She taught Erya how to wrap the flowers around the bamboo basket.
Erya didn't want to do what she said, but Xiaogu was the kind of person who would keep nagging in your ears if you didn't do what she said, and force you to listen to her.
Erya had no choice but to think that there were plenty of wild flowers on the mountain. If there were not enough, she could go up the mountain to pick more, or she could pick some on the way tomorrow.
Thinking of this, Erya wrapped the bamboo basket as she was told. As she wrapped it a little, Erya found that the bamboo basket became a little different.
After it was wrapped, a few flowers were put in it. Erya was stunned when she looked at the ugly bamboo basket made by her grandma.
"Oh my god," Erya couldn't help but exclaimed, "I'm so powerful!"
Manbao clapped his hands happily, trying to take credit, "It's mainly because of me. I taught you. Of course, Erya, you're also very good. You can do whatever I tell you to do."
Old Zhou also saw the flower basket and nodded slightly, saying, "It looks okay, but it's not something you can eat or drink, it's just pleasing to the eyes, who would buy it?"
Qian also liked it very much and said, "This has become bad, so I won't take it away. Leave it at home for your aunt to play with."
Erya responded crisply and began to arrange other flower baskets.
I was a novice the first time, but I became more familiar with it the second time. Moreover, Manbao has other styles . By adjusting the position and method of wrapping, and changing the color of the flowers, it becomes another style of flower basket, which is also very beautiful.
Manbao thinks that he should take Erya to the county town tomorrow, because in this way, if the flower basket is broken, it can be repaired, and the fifth and sixth brothers don’t know how to tie flowers.
She thought so, and told her father so.
Old Zhou thought, since his daughters had already been sent away, it wouldn't matter if he also sent a granddaughter.
But thinking that Daya is older than Erya, it doesn't make sense for Erya to go and Daya can't, so he waved his hand and said, "Take both Daya and Erya with you."
Daya and Erya couldn't help but cheer. Datou and Ertou were so envious that they pestered Old Zhoutou and asked, "Grandpa, Grandpa, what about us?"
" You stay at home and help your fourth uncle open up wasteland, cut grass, and pick up some stones. So many people go to the county town without food or water. Your father and others have to take care of you, so they don't have time."
Datou immediately said, "We don't want to eat bread, we can just drink water, and we don't want Dad to take us, we have Uncle Five and Uncle Six."
Old Zhou refused cruelly, "No, it's such a long journey, if you don't eat, you will be hungry later and I will have to pay for your medicine."
They both looked at their aunt.
Old Zhou also glared at Manbao.
Manbao was very sensible. She felt that she couldn't push her luck further, or else her right to go out might be taken away. So quietly comforted Datou and Ertou, "I'll give you some candy when I come back. If I make money this time, I'll definitely take you out next time."
Big Head and Second Head could only lower their heads in disappointment, "Okay, little aunt, you have to keep your word."
"Don't worry, when have I ever broken my promise?"
By the time the family returned from the fields for dinner, Old Zhou and Qian had already woven twenty-five bamboo baskets for them.
Manbao happily wanted to wrap flowers around all the bamboo baskets, so Daya stopped learning bamboo weaving and came over to help Erya.
Seeing his eldest and second brothers, Manbao unceremoniously pulled them in and asked them to continue helping to weave the small bamboo baskets.
Zhou Dalang and Zhou Erlang also felt that this was a waste of time and bamboo sticks, but because Manbao insisted and his parents personally came out to coax their youngest sister, they had no choice but to follow suit.
Soon, Zhou Erlang's discarded bamboo strips were used up, and Manbao looked at the intact ones. Old Zhou said seriously, "Those are the bamboo strips that your second brother hasn't used yet. Don't waste them. Besides, you've made fifty of them, which is enough."
In fact, if she could sell one, Old Zhou would think it was a miracle.
Manbao had to give up the idea of continuing to make trouble for her second brother by making bamboo sticks, and worked with Erya and Daya to make beautiful flowers. Of course, she was responsible for the mouth, while Daya and Erya were responsible for the hands.
The flowers and plants they picked at noon were quickly used up, but there were still about twenty bamboo baskets that had not been decorated with flowers. Old Zhou waved his hand and said, "Okay, wait until after dinner to pick them. It's still a long time before the sun sets."
He also reminded her, "You must return home before sunset, and don't let the dew hit you."
Everyone responded happily, and quickly finished their dinner and ran up the mountain. Of course, Zhou Wulang and Zhou Liulang followed.
Seeing Si Lang's dying look, Old Zhou scolded him, "You are going too. Your sister is going up the mountain, and you, as a brother, don't even know how to take care of her?"
Zhou Silang had been working in the fields for three days in a row, doing the most physically demanding work of land reclamation. Once he sat down, he didn't want to move. When his father scolded him, he could only slowly get up from the stool and stagger out.
Old Man Zhou got angry when he saw him like this, and turned to Zhou Dalang and the others and said, "You must keep a close eye on him from now on. He is not allowed to go to the county town for the next two years. If you find him gambling again, chop off the hand I gave him."
Zhou Dalang, Zhou Erlang and Zhou Sanlang all responded.
"Okay, it's been so many days, you've calmed down, you should think about how to save some money to pay off the debt," Qian said, "Big brother, tomorrow you go to the county town and ask if there is any work. If there is, you don't have to come back, just work there, and let the fifth and sixth brothers bring the children back."
Zhou Dalang said, "I'm afraid it's hard to find work in the county."
"If it's hard to find, you guys should look for it. We can't just sit there and do nothing," Qian said. "We don't know what the weather will be like next spring. If the weather is good like this year, even if we can't save money, at least we won't be short of food or clothes. But if there's a drought or a flood, that would be difficult."
Old Zhou touched his pipe and said, "Don't worry, I asked my third uncle, and he said that even if it's not as good as this year, it won't be much worse."
Qian heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this.
Uncle San is the best farmer in the village. As an old man who has been farming for a long time, he can basically see the weather in the next six months.
Since he said that, the wind and rain next year shouldn't be too bad.
Qian was very satisfied. She picked handfuls of various wild flowers and grasses from the mountain. Manbao was also very satisfied and felt that tomorrow would definitely be a beautiful day.
The system just watched quietly without saying a word.
However, the next day, when little Manbao got up from the bed and ran to look at the flower basket she had packed , she discovered that in the dim firelight, all the flowers in the small basket she had placed below were broken or wilted.
