Although Luoyu Town is on track to develop stably, Chunhui Welfare Home is unable to make ends meet.
Chunyu thought about it but couldn't think of it There is a better way, which is a little troublesome for a while.
Chunyu went to the orphanage that day and saw Uncle Cheng sitting under the big tree in the yard, weaving baskets out of bamboo strips.
His rough hands were also strangled.
There were many red marks, but there was no hint of displeasure on his weathered face.
Chunyu knew that although he paid for them to provide them with a better accommodation environment, They were very grateful, but they also understood that they could no longer rely on Chunyu's family for free food and drink.
Therefore, although the environment had changed, their previous life had not changed much.
Chunyu looked around but didn't see Aunt Hongyun and Aunt Yingzi.
They must have gone to work as roughnecks in wealthy families.
And Mr.
Wu is While teaching the children to read, one could hear the sound of recitation coming from the classroom, and what was being recited was the Analects of Confucius.
For some reason Chunyu felt a little uncomfortable.
It seems that after all the hard work she has done, the children's lives are still somewhat unsatisfactory.
Uncle Cheng They still don't have a job to make a living, and she has to worry about it every day, asking her father to come over from time to time to deliver rice and noodles.
She stood silently at the door and did not move for a long time.
Until Uncle Cheng saw her and greeted her in with a smile.
"Girl, what are you doing standing there on this hot day?"
Uncle Cheng said quickly.
It was still quite hot at this time, and she, a delicate girl, didn't even have to cover herself up.
I don’t even wear a sun hat, so I don’t have to worry about getting tanned.
"It's nothing."
Chunyu also said with a smile, and then realized that he had been in the sun for a while.
As the saying goes, autumn tigers in October, the sun is It was still very poisonous, but the air quality in ancient times was better and there were more flowers, plants and trees, but it was not as hot and stuffy as in later generations.
"Are you thirsty?
Let me get you a bowl of sour plum soup.
The bucket you sent over the day before yesterday is still frozen in the well."
Uncle Guo said hurriedly, they are Those who are reluctant to drink are reserved for the children to drink.
"No, uncle, are my aunts and the others going to bring them back to be washed this time, or are they going to work in someone else's house?"
Chun Yu hurriedly waved her hands to express her refusal, and then spoke again.
Mouth asked.
"Give it to my house.
I'll be back before dark."
Uncle Cheng asked Chun Yu to sit down and started his work again.
"It's quite tiring, I wish I could come up with a good idea," Chunyu murmured, then sat on the stone pillar next to Uncle Cheng.
"Girl, you have done enough for us.
We have no ability and can only do this.
We just need to take care of our lives."
Uncle Cheng thought openly.
Very easy to satisfy.
At least they live in such a good house now, and they no longer have to worry about leaks when it rains or freezing when it snows.
Moreover, the child Chunyu is still I had my family give me rice, flour, oil and food on a regular basis, but they were always half and half coarse and white flour.
In fact, they felt very sorry about it, so they decided to be more tired.
I also need to earn more money.
Although I can't repay Chunyu, I can at least make a living for myself and reduce the burden on their family.
"No, uncle, believe me, I will definitely be able to think of a good way for you to have enough food and clothing, and for your children to have a better life.
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Also, When I built a welfare home, I thought it would make a lot of money for me.
How could this be the case?
"Chun Yu said, deliberately joking.
"Okay, okay, uncle believes in you."
Uncle Cheng also said with a smile, but the joke Chunyu made later was completely unserious.
This girl said, If she wanted to make a lot of money, why bother letting people like them live here?
She could get a lot of money just by selling such a big place.
The two were chatting here, but the class over there was over.
The children hugged each other and ran out.
When they saw Chun Yu, they were all very happy and talked around Chun Yu.
That said, the sour plum soup the day before yesterday was really delicious, and the mung bean soup before was also very good.
I asked what will happen after the spring rain in a few days.
Chunyu is busy smiling I said it tastes better a few days ago, and its name is crystal jelly.
The children's mouths watered just by hearing the name.
After waiting for them to talk about Chunyu for a long time, Wen Zheng took him to the well to pick up the wooden barrel of frozen sour plum soup.
Mr.
Wu walked out of the school slowly.
His body was a little weak due to illness, so this normal person could still endure it.
He was a little afraid of the heat despite the weather.
Chun Yu watched him fanning himself with a folding fan that was not very finely made.
The folding fan had mountains and flowing water painted on it.
He also wrote a poem.
"Sir, where did you buy this fan?"
Chunyu asked curiously.
It seemed that the fan was made of peach wood and was not expensive.
"Where did you buy it?
Wenzheng made it and gave it to me."
Mr.
Wu said happily.
Wenzheng, a kid who studies hard, still knows how to respect his teachers.
"Really?"
Chun Yu couldn't help but be a little surprised.
She didn't expect that the quiet Wen Zheng had such skills.
Suddenly she had an idea and asked Uncle Cheng: "Uncle Wen Zheng learned the art of making fans from you."
"Haha, yes, this kid is very talented, and he learned it in just a short time."
Uncle Cheng said with a smile.
He was quite fond of the kid Wen Zheng.
Those who appreciate it are good if they can endure hardships and are sensible enough to take care of their younger brothers and sisters.
"Uncle, since you can make fans, why do you still need to weave this basket?
Look at how your hands have been strangled."
Chunyu then spoke and said Her doubts came.
Making a fan is not easier than this.
"The fan is a delicate job.
I can only make the fan ribs and the fan surface, but I can't draw the fan."
Uncle Cheng said.
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"Uncle, if you don't know how to draw, there is someone who can."
Chun Yu suddenly felt as if he had found his direction, and suddenly felt that there was light ahead.
The main materials of fans are: bamboo, wood, paper, fan, ivory, tortoise shell, jade, bird feathers, other palm leaves, betel leaves, Wheat straw, cattail grass, etc. can also be braided or made into various kinds of daily craft fans, with beautiful shapes and refined structures, and are carefully carved and crafted by skilled craftsmen.
Carving, ironing, drilling or painting by celebrities can make the artistic value of the fan a hundredfold.
She knew that there were many literati in ancient times, and most of them loved this fan very much.
Fans have been popular as early as the Western Han Dynasty.
At that time, the "Albizia fan" became popular, also known as palace fan, Wan fan and Tuan fan.
Its shape is round, and its characteristic is that it is plain white with the fan handle as the central axis.
Symmetrical like a full moon, the fan is made of bamboo and wood, with a round or oval surface and is made of thin silk.
At that time, the fan made in the Central Plains area was the most popular.
According to research, there is a saying of "Qi Wan Chu Bamboo", which refers to the Wan fan made of Shandong silk and Hunan bamboo.
This kind of fan was very popular in the Han Dynasty, and poems were written about it.
In other words, like Ban Jie's fan poem, "The newly cracked fan is pure and fresh, as fresh and clean as frost and snow, cut into an acacia fan, and the clusters are like the bright moon, going in and out of your sleeves, shaking in the breeze."
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