The best girl traveled through time and took the system to escape.

Even those who don't know how to weave bamboo can tell that Ms. Song Butcher has some skills.

Before the bamboo hat was finished, there were praises all over the place.

Under these sounds, Mrs. Song became more and more enthusiastic as she worked, as if she was soaked in a honey pot, and she was still able to chat with everyone.

"No! My craftsmanship was praised by everyone in my mother's family back then. It's a pity that since I married that damn ghost, I only need to take care of the children, and I don't need to worry about anything at home. This bamboo hat and raincoat are all You don’t need to do it yourself, the guy just bought it with the money.”

"I said I can do it, but what the damn thing said about doing this to hurt my hand. If my family has money, I can just buy it with my money."

"As the saying goes, if you marry a chicken, you will follow the dog. If you marry into the Song family, I will naturally obey him. It has been like this for so many years. Look, you have never seen my craftsmanship, have you?"

Song Youliang blushed and buried his head in peeling bamboo strips. Was his father like this in front of his mother?

Really...

It kind of ruined his image in his mind!

When Song Bai raised his head, he saw the boy's face flushed.

Listening to the voice coming from his ears, Song Bai vaguely guessed something. He lowered his head and smiled before speaking out to teach this little uncle of the same race.

"Uncle Liang, a man must be one thing in front of outsiders, one thing in front of his family, and another thing in front of his wife. Otherwise, how can we call them husband and wife?"

"You are still too young. You will know when you get a wife."

Young Song Youliang raised his head and glared at Song Bai.

Is this person really going to get married first by relying on how much older he is, and treat himself like this to his uncle?

Simply, it makes no sense!

call!

Song Youliang, you can't be impulsive!

He is none other than Song Bai!Even your three brothers may not be able to beat him!

Song Youliang took a long breath and continued cutting bamboo strips.

It was very lively here. Song Nan and Song Hao ran over together and happened to see the first bamboo hat being prepared.

"I made a ring inside to fix the head. I found the size by trial and error. Let's see who can wear it."

The old man greeted and called the people around him to try one by one.

Several people have tried it, and it's either too big to fit in, or too small to fit in the pocket.

"Hey! Just right!"

"It doesn't sting your head at all!"

The first one to put on the bamboo hat was Aunt Ma. She shook her head left and right and the bamboo hat didn't fall off.

Several young wives, whose heads were about the same size as hers, also came forward to try it out, and found that it would not fall off even with normal movements.

"Come on, come on, tie a rope to your chin so that the bamboo hat won't be blown off by the strong wind."

A rope was tied to the bamboo hat by Butcher Song's wife. Several young wives tried it again and found that the rope was more stable.

Now, everyone's eyes were brightly staring at Butcher Song.

She pinched the corner of her clothes and touched her hair.

It's a bit embarrassing for everyone to see her like this.

"This is not an extraordinary skill. In fact, everyone can make it. Just be careful when making it."

Suddenly, she clapped her hands violently: "That's right! I heard everyone praise me! I haven't tested it to see if it leaks!"

Under the watchful eyes of a group of people, she held a bamboo hat in both hands, and Aunt Song Liu poured a ladle of water on her head.

The two old ladies put their hands inside and touched it at the same time, their faces full of joy.

"It's done!"

"It really doesn't leak!"

Song Bai, who had been cutting bamboo strips, heard the sound and came over with a surprised look on his face: "Grandma Zhuang's craftsmanship is good! I have heard before that someone made a bamboo basket that can hold water. I was also wondering how a bamboo basket could be made. To hold water, what a skillful pair of hands it takes?"

"Unexpectedly, Grandma Zhuang has taught me a lot. This bamboo is really water-proof when weaved! I think you can sell it for money."

"What the hell, you're the only one with a sweet mouth." Butcher Song's wife covered her mouth with laughter.

Song Bai grinned: "It must be because you are good at your craftsmanship! Otherwise, where can I praise you?"

Song Nan blinked, her eldest brother didn't like chatting with others.

Show your courtesy for nothing, xxxx.

Facts have proved that Song Nan had a good idea.

Before anyone could react, Song Bai ordered ten bamboo hats from Butcher Song.

Song Bai wanted to spend money to buy it, but he didn't expect that Mrs. Zhuang didn't want money and wanted Song Liu to prescribe three doses of medicine to treat cold and cough.

Song Bai: No problem!

Leave this matter to the third child!

Song Nan looked back at the unsuspecting third brother beside the Liu family's oxcart.

Presumably he didn't expect that his elder brother would take the order for him, right?

Song Bai first ordered ten bamboo hats, and the others who came later had to ask Song Butcher's mother, Mrs. Zhuang, to say: "When I finish making these ten for Mr. Song's house, I will make a few more for myself. If they don’t find the rice dumpling leaves and come back, I can help you make a few.”

The crowd finally dispersed, but a few people who were good at bamboo weaving remained and asked Mrs. Zhuang if they could join her when she was weaving bamboo hats.

Mrs. Zhuang was eager to have someone follow her. She couldn't handle so many people by herself, so she hurriedly invited these people to join her.

Song Nan took a look at it and saw that it looked quite simple.

So she also took things and made them together.

then……

"Forget it, I'll go back."

She can't learn this thing.

Song Nan had learned to knit scarves before and also learned to hook various flowers with wool.It looked like bamboo weaving was similar to those, but once she got started, she found that it was really difficult.

Not only does it require skill to make this thing, but you also have to pay attention to the curvature of the bamboo hat when weaving it.

In addition, the bamboo strips need to be braided very tightly, and there are certain requirements for the strength of the fingers. Anyway, Song Nan couldn't do it well.

The brain has learned, but the hands cannot keep up.

Since the eldest brother has made an order with Grandma Zhuang, she shouldn't bother herself, so as not to make a joke.

Unexpectedly, before she followed Song Hao to her oxcart, she heard an urgent gong sound from behind.

The gong sounded very urgently, which immediately cheered up the sleepy people everywhere!

"What's wrong?!"

"Something happened later! Brothers, take care of this for me!"

The group of people who were chopping bamboo, cutting bamboo strips, and weaving bamboo hats took their machetes and saws and rushed back. Mrs. Zhuang and her group also hurried to their car and took out their rakes and hoes and rushed back.

Song Nan, who had only reached the halfway point of the Song clan's team, was heartbroken!

Their house is at the very back!

Song Nan grabbed Song Hao's hand: "Xiao Hao, hurry up and tell Fang Cheng's father what's going on here, and then stay next to Fang Cheng and follow them! Wait for us to come find you!"

"Sister, mother, grandma, and fourth aunt are still behind!"

"Don't meddle in adults' affairs! Listen to my sister-in-law and go quickly!"

Song Hao was patted on the back by Song Nan and almost fell to the ground. After regaining his balance, he immediately ran towards the Fang family's motorcade.