If it doesn’t work, then Man Bao decides to do it by herself, so she asks Keke not to remove the picture, so she just clumsily arranges her flower basket according to the picture.
Erya saw my sister-in-law ruining the flowers, so she didn't bother to learn bamboo weaving, so she hurried over, "Sister-in-law, what are you doing?"
"I want to arrange flower baskets."
Erya said: "You have ruined all the flowers."
Man Bao blinked, threw away the flower decisively, moved his buttocks back, and let Er Ya go up, "I'll teach you."
It's funny to everyone, she can make flowers like this by herself, so how can she teach Erya
However, Man Bao really taught Er Ya, she was not skillful, but she had a lot of ideas, she instructed Er Ya to wrap the flowers on the bamboo basket.
Er Ya originally didn't want to do what she said, but my sister, if you don't do what she says, she will keep whispering in your ears, forcing you to listen to her.
Erya had no choice but to think about wild flowers, there were plenty of them on the mountain, if there wasn't enough, it would be fine to go up the mountain to pick them, otherwise it would be fine to pick some more on the way tomorrow.
Thinking about it this way, Erya followed what she said, entangled, and entangled, and Erya found that the bamboo basket had become a little different.
After the entanglement came out, I put a few more flowers in it. Erya was stunned when she saw the ugly bamboo basket made by this grandma.
"Oh my God," Erya couldn't help but exclaimed in shock, "I'm actually so powerful!"
Man Bao happily clapped his little hands, and tried hard to claim credit, "It's mainly because of me, I taught you. Of course, Erya, you are also very good. You can do whatever I want you to do."
Old Zhou Tou also saw this flower basket, nodded slightly and said: "It looks okay, but it's not suitable for eating or drinking, it's just good for the eyes, who will buy it?"
Qian also liked it very much, and said: "This one has become bad, so I won't take it away, let's keep it at home for your sister-in-law to play with."
Erya responded crisply, and began to arrange other flower baskets.
The first time it is hand-made, the second time it is more familiar, and there are other styles of Manbao, adjust the position and method of wrapping, and change the color of the flowers, it will become another kind of flower basket. pretty.
Man Bao felt that he had to take Erya to the county seat tomorrow, because in this way, the flower basket could only be repaired if it was broken, and the fifth and sixth brothers would not be able to wrap flowers.
That's what she thought, so she told her father the same way.
Old Zhou thought, since all the daughters are released anyway, it doesn't matter if one more granddaughter is released.
But thinking that Da Ya is older than Er Ya, it doesn't make sense that Er Ya went, but Da Ya didn't go, so he waved his hand and said, "You can take both Da Ya and Er Ya."
Da Ya and Er Ya couldn't help cheering, Da Tou and Er Tou were so envious, they pestered Old Zhou and said, "Grandpa, Grandpa, what about us?"
"You stay home and help your fourth uncle open up wasteland, mow the grass, and pick up some rocks. So many people go to the county town not to eat or drink. Your father and the others have to take care of you, so they don't have time."
Datou immediately said: "We don't eat cakes, we just drink water, and we don't let daddy bring them. There are fifth and sixth uncles."
Old Zhou Tou refused cruelly, "No, it's such a long way back and forth, and if you don't eat, you'll have to pay for your medicine when you get hungry later."
Both of them looked at the sister-in-law together.
Old Zhou also stared at Man Bao.
Man Bao is very knowledgeable about current affairs, and she feels that she can't make progress, otherwise she might be deprived of the right to go out, so she quietly comforted the big head and the second head, "I will give you sweets when I come back. I will definitely take you there next time."
The big head and the second head could only bow their heads in frustration, "Okay, sister-in-law, you have to keep your word."
"Don't worry, when will I stop talking?"
By the time the family members came back from the field for dinner, Lao Zhoutou and Qian Shi had already weaved twenty-five bamboo baskets for them.
Man Bao was so happy that he wanted to wrap all the bamboo baskets with flowers, so Da Ya stopped learning bamboo weaving and came to help Er Ya.
Seeing the eldest brother and the second brother, Man Bao also unceremoniously pulled them in and asked them to continue to help weave small bamboo baskets.
Zhou Dalang and Zhou Zhoulang also felt that this was a waste of time and bamboo sticks, but because Man Bao insisted, and because both parents had personally ended up coaxing Yaomei, they had no choice but to follow suit.
Soon, the discarded bamboo sticks left by Zhou Zhou were used up, and Man Bao aimed at the intact bamboo sticks, and the old Zhou Tou said seriously: "That's the bamboo sticks that your second brother hasn't used yet, You can’t waste it, and you’ve done fifty of them, which is enough.”
In fact, if she could sell one, Lao Zhou would think it was a miracle.
Man Bao had no choice but to give up the idea of continuing to blame the second brother's bamboo sticks, and wrapped beautiful flowers with Er Ya and Da Ya. Of course, she was in charge of moving the mouth, and Da Ya and Er Ya were in charge of the hands.
The flowers and plants they picked at noon were quickly used up, but there were still about twenty bamboo baskets that were not decorated with flowers. Old Zhou Tou waved his hand and said, "Okay, let's pick them after dinner. It's a long time before the sun goes down."
He also warned, "Be sure to go home before sunset, but don't be hit by dew."
Everyone responded happily, and quickly ran to the mountain after dinner. Of course, Friday Lang and Saturday Lang would follow.
Seeing that Shiro was about to die, old Zhou Tou scolded: "You go too, your sister is going up the mountain, you as a brother don't know how to take care of her?"
Zhou Zhoulang went to the ground for three days in a row, and what he did was still the most physical land reclamation. Once he sat down, he didn't want to move.
Old man Zhou got angry when he saw him like this, he turned his head and said to Zhou Dalang and the others: "From now on, you must keep a close eye on him. He is not allowed to go to the county town for these two years, and if you find him gambling again, chop off the hand I gave him."
Zhou Dalang, Tuesday Lang and Wednesday Lang all responded.
"Okay, it's been so many days, you're already angry, you should think about how to save some money to pay off the debt you owe," Qian said, "boss, you go to the county seat tomorrow, and ask if there is any There is no work, if there is, you don’t have to come back, just apply for work there, and let the old five and the sixth bring the children back.”
Zhou Dalang said: "I'm afraid it's hard to find jobs in the county."
"It's hard to find, so you should look for it. You can't sit and eat at home," Qian said, "I don't know what the season will be in the spring of next year. If the weather is as good as this year, even if you can't save money, at least you won't be short of food. wear. But if there is a drought or flood, it will be difficult."
Old Zhou touched the cigarette rod and said, "Don't worry, I went to ask the third uncle, and the third uncle said that even if it is not as good as this year, it will not be much worse."
After hearing this, Qian breathed a sigh of relief.
The third uncle is the best crop handle in the village. The old man who has grown the land can basically see the weather for the next six months.
Since he said that, next year's wind and rain should not be too bad.
Satisfied, Qian plucked a lot of them from the mountain, and Man Bao of all kinds of wild flowers and fine grasses was also very satisfied, thinking that tomorrow must be a beautiful day.
The system just watched quietly, without saying a word.
However, the next day, Man Bao got up from the bed and ran to see the flower basket she had installed, and found that under the dim light of the fire, the flowers in the small flower basket she placed below were all broken or smashed.