Shanwa Small Rich Farmers

   "Be careful on the road, don't play everywhere, take the dates home quickly, and give them to your own mothers, do you hear me?"

  Xu packed a bag of dates for each child, which looked like two or three gourds. Everyone didn't say much, but with so many children, about a hundred catties of dates were distributed.

  After one afternoon, there were almost no jujube sons on the lower floor of the entire jujube tree, and even if there were, there were some stragglers left. If the dates on the upper layer can still be so dense, then it is estimated that the final output of dates will be much higher than everyone's estimate of a few hundred catties.

"Know it!"

  Wen Xu knew that not many people would listen to these brats, and originally wanted to emphasize it again, but when he saw the appearance of these brats, he just thought about it.

  He waved his hand warmly at the little heads in the yard, and these little things immediately scattered around.

Turning his head, Wen Xu saw Gu Fen, Qian Pan and Xu Yinan, plus the girl Sheng Nan, who were still stuck in their yard, and said involuntarily: "What are you waiting for? The dates are also divided, Is it possible that you still have dinner with me?"

"It's nothing, boss, let's go." Gu Fen immediately waved to the three people behind him, holding a bag of dates in his hand, and then smiled at Hang Chen: "Elder sister, Let's go!"

   "Clothes, do you want some clothes?" Hang Chen saw a few mindless people turning around to leave, and immediately reminded them that the clothes they got this morning were still in his room.

  Hearing the word clothes, the children immediately remembered and followed Hang Chen to the house to get the clothes.

"This child!" Looking at his daughter, Hang Xiangdong breathed a sigh of relief, and then he seemed to have found some reason, and said, "It wasn't like this when I was at home before, why did it become so when I came out?" This is too skinny!"

   "Uncle, are you saying that Wenjia Village misled my cousin? Let me tell you that we in Wenjia Village don't take the blame. This is the result of your indulgence!" Wen Xu joked with his uncle with a smile.

"This is a big place, and she's gone crazy. She wanted to be crazy when she was locked up in such a small pigeon cage before, so who will compensate her for being crazy!" Hang Xiangdong said with a smile, and after finishing speaking, he began to feel emotional again: "It is said that the children of this generation are happier than us. Sometimes I think that these children are materially happier than us at that time. If we really want to say that they are not necessarily as good as us at that time. My partner jumps up and down all day long, and for these children, the place at home is only as big as the playground in the community, which is only this big." Hang Xiangdong stretched out his hand and gestured while talking.

  Just at this time Li Yumei came out, and when she heard Hang Xiangdong say this, she couldn't help but said to him again: "You have nothing to do, what do you bring this up for?"

   "Don't mention it, don't mention it! Then let me ask what we have for dinner?" Hang Xiangdong looked at Li Yumei and said with a smile.

   "Roasted pork with beans, tomatoes and eggs, ... are all home-cooked dishes"

   He talked about a few dishes in a row, all of which were home-cooked dishes that Li Yumei was good at. Wen Xu is slowly getting used to her aunt's craftsmanship. She is getting used to things like Yantou, maybe it's like a woman of my aunt's generation. For them, the kitchen is her reserved place, and she is used to it She has been giving so much, so when she arrived at Wen Xu's home, she naturally asked to be in charge of the kitchen, and Wen Xu followed her heart after being courteous a few times.

   "Do you want me to help?" Wen Xu rolled up his sleeves and said to his aunt.

After hearing this, Li Yumei shook her head and said, "You don't need it, you two can just wait for dinner. I've got everything ready here. You guys have been beating jujube for a few hours. Do you want to take a bath first? Wait a minute." Let me tell you to have dinner!"

  Hang Xiangdong smelled his body, nodded immediately and said: "I want to wash it, my body is almost smelling of sweat."

   "I won't wash it now, go to my workroom and do some more work!" Wen Xu smiled and stretched out his hand to point in the direction of the workroom, then stepped forward and prepared to go there to continue making Zhao Defang's child's small wooden bed.

  Hearing that Wen Xu was going to the workshop, Hang Xiangdong immediately said: "Then I'll go with you, and it's good to make a move!"

  So the whole family went about their own business, Li Yumei went into the house to cook, Wen Wen and Hang Xiangdong's nephew went into the workshop in the backyard and began to tinker with the wooden bed.

   Originally, Wen Xu asked his uncle to come here as a helper, as if to hand something or something, but who knew that the old man would turn his back on the guest soon after he came in.

"You are too stupid, just such a square log, do you use a planer to plan it? It's fine with a planer, you can't even plan it straight! Also, I told you that although the machine is fast But it lacks the sensibility of handmade work!" Hang Xiangdong reached out and took the main square wood of the bed leg from Wen Xu's hand, and while holding the sight, he turned the wood with both hands.

"The wood is not straight! It's a little warped. If this thing is made into a bed, it will inevitably shake a little bit. And over time, if people often lie on it, I think your bed will have a lifespan of five or six years at most!" Hang Xiangdong Said.

"Uncle, my wood is very good! Do you really understand or pretend to understand, you are not fooling me?" Wen Wen looked at his uncle, a little bit disbelieving, he is a university teacher and he teaches basic subjects Can you still know carpentry?

Hang Xiangdong glanced at Wen Xu: "It's because of the good material that I only said five or six years, or at most two years! Do you know what I learned from your grandfather when I was young? That's what I learned. If your grandfather If I were here, I might not even be able to go to college, maybe I would take me to the city to pack things on the construction site as soon as I graduated from junior high school."

   "Grandpa is a carpenter?" Wen Xu asked in surprise. Hang Xiangdong's father is not Wen Xu's grandfather. Wen Xu only knows that the two are cousins. As for what they do, Wen Xu doesn't know.

   "How fresh, not only your grandfather is a carpenter, your grandfather is also a carpenter, not to mention the craftsmanship, it's much better than those carpenters on the street," Hang Xiangdong said proudly.

  Although she heard what her uncle said, Wen Xu didn't believe it.

If the carpentry work of the grandfather and the two brothers is so good, how can the old people in the town not mention it? Wen Xu has never had such a memory since he was a child, which can only show one thing, the craftsmanship of the two old people is average.

  As a junior, Hang Xiangdong naturally wants to raise his own family and step down on other families when it comes to elders. This is also a normal phenomenon. How can anyone boast about other people's ancestors and trample on their own ancestors? This is called taboo for the venerable!

   "This is really the first time I've heard of it," Wen Xu nodded and said.

   "You were only a little older at that time, and you didn't even have the opportunity to wear crotch pants. I remember that what uncle liked most at that time was pulling your tits, and every time you pulled you, you would make fun of him!"

   "Uh!" Wen Xu suddenly felt that this matter was brought up at this time: How embarrassing!

   Fortunately, Hang Xiangdong just mentioned it in passing, then raised his hand and said to Wen Xu: "Is there a wooden planer? It's the kind of old planer that needs a long head."

   "Yes!" Although Wen Xu doesn't know how to use it, there are still things that should be there. Buying a set of Siku Quanshu and putting it behind your desk with a boss who doesn't know a lot of Chinese characters is the same as being a cultural person!

  With Xiao ran, he handed the long-headed plane to his uncle from the toolbox.

Hang Xiangdong took the plane and played with it for a few times, then pulled out the planer knife from the plane, and wiped the blade with his fingers. Of course, the old man was not stupid enough to hold the blade, but Just rubbing the blade with his hand like this, it looks quite interesting.

"Not bad!" After Hang Xiangdong replied, he stacked the wooden bar and the knife together and stuffed them into the slot of the knife. Focusing on the exposed size of the blade of the planer, he carefully tapped it with a piece of hardwood, carefully controlling the length of the blade exposed from the bottom of the plane.

   "Do you know what this is for?" Hang Xiangdong asked Wen Xu while adjusting the plane.

   What I said here is a bit of teaching and resolving doubts.

Even if she has never used a plane before, Wen Xu also understands that this is to adjust the thickness of the shavings of the plane, so she said: "You are adjusting the depth of the planer knife to plan the bottom. If it is too shallow, the same thickness will be planed more times. If it is too deep, it will be extremely strenuous to plan!"

   "That's right, the book is not in vain!" After Hang Shangdong said something to Wen Xu with a smile, he stroked his sleeves, and finally felt that the clothes on this side were not comfortable, so he just took them off and threw them on the pile of wood next to him.

   "Look at it!" Hang Xiangdong spat twice in the palm of his hand, put the wood on the planer, then held the two handles of the planer with both hands, and pushed it up vigorously.

   Bang!

Hang Xiangdong, who was going to show off, even knocked down the planer frame, and rushed forward with his body. Fortunately, Wen Xu's hands and feet were fast enough to pick him up and hug him, otherwise Hang Xiangdong would have to fall A dog can't eat shit.

   "Uncle, are you okay?"

  Wen Xu suppressed a smile, and helped her uncle to stand up.

"Oh, I haven't done it for decades, and the craftsmanship is a bit rusty! But don't worry, I will try it a few more times!" Hang Xiangdong's old face is as red as a red cloth, and he feels too embarrassed up.

   But the old man also needs face, now that such a big scandal has happened, he must find his place back.

   Seeing his uncle's face, Wen Xu knew that it was difficult to persuade him. If he tried to persuade him again, it would really hurt the old man's self-esteem, so he said, "Then you should be careful?"

   While talking, he helped his uncle up the planer, and then put the materials back on the planer.

  Hang Xiangdong put away his anxious thoughts, and after correcting his attitude, the plane finally pulled out the first roll of shavings. Although the planing process was a bit unsightly, it was still much better than the first time.

   "Okay, okay, okay!" Wen Xu looked at it, and don't let the old man continue to plan like this, if he continues to plan like this, he might be able to break the waist of the old uncle! So while cheering, he thought about going over and holding the plane in his hand, preparing to plan the wood by himself, and letting the old man "guidance" beside him.

  Who knew that Hang Xiangdong directly dug out the feeling, and pushed Wen Xu away: "Go aside, I just found a little feeling here!"

The old uncle ignored Wen Xu at all, and continued to plan on his own. After about ten strokes, his skills seemed to have been called out, and only a soft brushing sound was heard. The sound of a layer of wood shavings being shoveled off the surface of the material, the hissing sound was very pleasant, and with Hang Xiangdong's increasingly relaxed demeanor, he soon had the posture of a veteran craftsman.

   "See, that's the right way to use the plane!" After a while, Hang Xiangdong stopped complacently, and directly handed the planed wooden square into Wen Wen's hands.

  Wen Xu looked at the wooden square in his hand, nodded and praised: "Okay, uncle, you can really do it!"

  He said in his heart: You have this feeling. You have planed the square of the main leg of my small bed to less than two-thirds of the original. It is really straight, but it is two circles smaller!