Relocated to ancient farming

Ling Feng frowned, wrapped Jian Ming's whole hand in his palm, and wiped the blood on the corner of his clothes without thinking of soiling his clothes.After that, he even tore off the fabric from the corner of his clothes and wrapped it around his fingers.

"wait for me."

Ling Feng asked Jian Ming to press the cloth, and in the surrounding weeds, he found plants with hemostatic function, picked some leaves, rubbed the juice with his hands, took the cloth away, and carefully applied it on the wound.

"No, it's just a small wound, and the bleeding will stop in a while." Jian Ming was a little embarrassed, especially in public, and everyone was watching, making him seem very hypocritical.

"Don't move." Ling Feng said sternly, this man who was shot with an arrow and a knife didn't take it seriously, carefully wrapped up Jian Ming's cuts with cloth.

Ling Feng couldn't be stopped, well, he didn't stop him firmly, Jian Ming simply let others watch, and even stared back provocatively at Fang Huai's teasing gaze.

After wrapping it up, Ling Feng didn't say anything, he just took the bamboo strips a little further away from Jian Ming.

Looking at the bamboo strips in front of her, Jian Ming suddenly remembered all kinds of exquisite bamboo furniture she saw on the Internet in the early years.

"Would you use bamboo to weave some small furniture, such as stools?" Jian Ming roughly described what he wanted the stool to look like.

At that time, he especially liked a set of bamboo tables and stools on the balcony, but the balcony of his house was not big at that time, and it was incompatible with the decoration inside the house, so he reluctantly gave up.

Ling Feng made a plan in his mind, and started knitting with both hands. Because he was not proficient, weaving was very slow. Even after most of the knitting was done, he put it aside when he saw something wrong, and started knitting again with the materials.

After a few times, a small round bench without a backrest came out.

The upper and lower ends of the small bench are smaller and the middle is larger, which is somewhat similar to a drum, and it is almost exactly like what he saw online.

"Make three more, and then make a small table." Jian Ming also described the style of the small round table.

"In the future, we will plant a fruit tree here, or build a melon shed, grape shed, etc." Jian Ming pointed to the top of the vegetable field in the yard, "This set of small tables and chairs will be placed under the tree or the melon shed. Drinking tea to enjoy the coolness is absolutely refreshing.”

There is still a view ahead, although it is a vegetable field, it is also lush green, if you like, you can also plant some rapeseed, which is beautiful and practical.

"En." Ling Feng naturally said nothing, nodded slightly, and kept moving his hands.

"It's so elegant, it makes my heart move too. Hey, let your man make it up for me." Fang Huai took the small bench, played with it, and said.

"I want it, please."

"Small man succeeds!" Fang Huai despised him very much, "Please, think well, this handsome guy has also come out, it feels no worse than a man's."

Jian Ming followed Fang Huai's gaze, and didn't pay attention before, only now did he realize that several people were also making bamboo strips and weaving things. Among them, a 26-year-old youth placed an already woven bench in front of him, and now he was weaving a second one. One, and the remaining few are almost finished, and the finished products are very delicate.

The young man was a little dull and shy. When he saw someone looking over, he was very nervous, and his dark face was slightly red.

"Handsome guy, I'll pay you, and you make it up for me." Fang Huai hugged someone's neck naturally and familiarly.

"No, no money." The young man stammered nervously.

"How can it work? You also paid for it, so ask a price."

"No, no need." The young man kept pushing.

"Then, I'll pay [-] Wen for a set." Fang Huai thought about it based on the prices here, and gave a price, "If you think it's cheap, I'll add more."

"Too, too many."

"Okay, that's the price. I'll come to pick up the goods tomorrow, can I finish it tomorrow?" Fang Huai made a final decision.

"can."

"Everyone here knows how to do this?" Jian Ming was surprised.

"What's so difficult about it? Every household weaves baskets and baskets by itself, and we know a little bit. Our craftsmanship is quite average, but the craftsmanship of those old people in the village is fast and good." Lin Zhengdao, the youngest son of the village chief.

"You all like this kind of bamboo items?" Lin Zheng looked at the dull young man and Fang Huai who were bargaining, hesitantly asked.

"A lot of people like this in our place, but few people know how to weave it. You can weave it and sell it in Xincun. Now there are long queues at the carpenter's place, and the style of the furniture is not novel enough. This kind of bamboo weaving furniture should be very popular. Welcome." Knowing what Lin Zheng wanted to ask, Jian Ming didn't whet his appetite, and picked out some important information to tell him.

"There are also bamboo furniture sold in the county, but not many people seem to like it?"

Jian Ming thought about it, and it took a long time to dig out the shape of the bamboo furniture that Lin Zheng said in his mind.

"We like this type, exquisite and beautiful, and don't like too practical." Jian Ming tried to be tactful.

The bamboo furniture here is not woven at all, it is more like made of bamboo pieces and bamboo blocks, which is very practical and strong, but it is not very beautiful.

After chatting for a while, guessing that the time would be about the same, Jian Ming made a clamp out of bamboo slices, took the bamboo rice out of the fire, and put it aside.

The soil in the mud kiln was also burning red, and several people took out the charcoal firewood, and dug another hole to bury it, so as not to catch fire or accidentally touch it and burn it.

The chicken has been processed, the eggs are washed, stuffed into the chicken's belly, and then wrapped tightly with soaked dried lotus leaves.

The best thing to use here is fresh lotus leaves, but the season is not right. There are no fresh lotus leaves yet, so we will use dried lotus leaves first.

The wrapped chicken is put into the kiln mouth, and some mud clods are carefully knocked off the kiln mouth while it is being placed, so as to prevent the chicken from being cooked unevenly. Smash the mud clods and completely bury the chicken under the hot soil.

The burnt red soil is very hot after being crushed. Put some hay on it and it will catch fire immediately. I am worried that the children will be scalded because of their ignorance. After Jian Ming gave instructions, she took the two children to the place where the rice in bamboo tubes was placed.

After the rice in the bamboo tube was left for a while, the surface temperature was no longer so hot, and the emerald green bamboo tube was burnt black, which did not look good.Split it with a knife, and the rich and fresh fragrance tightly locked by the bamboo tube and the fragrance of bamboo spread throughout the yard. White rice, red bacon and radish, yellow corn, brown shiitake mushrooms, and tender green bamboo shoots are all delicious in color and fragrance. In stark contrast to the dark exterior.

"It smells so good, daddy, is this a reward for us?"

"It's part of the reward for me, and there will be rewards later, but I will give them to you in a few days." Jian Ming said, "Come on, go and ask your father and uncles to eat."

"Okay." The two children were very happy.

They didn't pay too much attention to anything, and didn't care about the dark surface. Everyone picked up a bamboo tube, split it, and made it into disposable chopsticks with bamboo strips. They washed it and ate it directly.

Obviously, the guests were very satisfied with this delicacy, and they ate it without raising their heads, and they were very supportive.

Because there are more than a dozen chickens and a basket of eggs, I didn't make much rice in bamboo tubes, about one for each person, and I was half full after eating.

But after eating, the clay kiln chicken is also cooked, and the chicken is carefully dug out with a hoe. The lotus leaves on the surface have been burnt. After removing the lotus leaves, it is a delicious delicacy.

Jian Ming always counted too much food, a dozen men opened their mouths to eat, and there was still a lot left. Jian Ming left one as a gift to Ling's parents, and the rest was evenly distributed for them to take home. At home, give the family a taste.

Even eating and taking, more than a dozen men were very embarrassed, and they shirked for a while before taking it away.

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