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In order to make some portable rattan chairs, the next morning, Nian Hua asked the yard guard to invite the best carpenter in the village, a teacher named Mu Yanzhi, about 50 years old.

"Master mu, look at these two drawings first." Nianhua invited Mu Yanzhi to sit down and pour him tea before showing him two drawings drawn by Shen Jingli. Zhang is a round rattan chair, a very common modern and simple garden chair, and the other is a rattan chair rocking chair. Mu Yanzhi has never seen such a dry chair. He can't help but look straight at it. This kind of chair is generous, simple and light. It's chic and elegant to make one set in the yard. If it's small, you can take it with you when you go out to play, especially when you're fishing, it's much better than sitting on a short and hard bench.

The other rocking chair is most suitable for elderly people, especially in summer when they lie on such a chair in the shade of a big tree. It's just like a fairy.

"Master mu, can you make these two kinds of chairs?" Love see he has been staring at the drawings, asked.

"Yes." Mu Yanzhi raised the volume of his reply, which startled Nianhua. He had a loud voice and deliberately raised the volume. It was as powerful as beating gongs and drums, and Nianhua was almost tinnitus. He rubbed his ears and stepped back a few steps. Mu Yanzhi scratched his head awkwardly and showed a smile on his honest face.

"It's good to be able to do it. I've already sent people to jinlingcheng to buy the required materials. After the materials are bought back, you can start the construction. The earlier you do it, the better."

Love feel ears are still buzzing, finish these words, hurry into the house.

"Wait a minute, little brother." Mu Yan's busy call him, "who drew these two pictures?"

Mu Yan has been a carpenter for more than 30 years. He has made a lot of furniture by hand. He occasionally designs some new styles. However, it is the first time in his life that he has done this. So he wants to meet people who draw pictures.

"It was painted by my wife." "My wife is a great lacquer carver. Even the Empress Dowager and the emperor like his works very much."

"Lacquer carving?" Mu Yan was very surprised. The process of lacquer carving is very complicated. It takes more than a dozen processes to complete a piece of work, from half a year to several years. Lacquer carving is a kind of palace craft. Sometimes, the production office will present expensive lacquer carving works. In addition to official lacquer carving production, there are very few folk lacquer carvings No, it should be said that even the production of official lacquer carving is rare, because there was no particularly good master of lacquer carving in Dayan Dynasty.

Most famous painters of lacquer carving are handed down from generation to generation. Is this daughter-in-law born in a lacquer carving family? Mu Yanzhi guessed in his heart. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it might be that it was not from a famous family. How could mu laotaijun let him enter the gate of Zhenyuan Houfu? Shen Jingli didn't know Mu Yanzhi's guess, otherwise he would laugh. This is a beautiful misunderstanding.

"Yes, lacquer carving." Looking at Mu Yanzhi's surprised expression, he is extremely proud. His hands are folded and his legs are separated. He is a little like the compass sister-in-law written by Lu Xun.

"my wife is not feeling well recently. What do you want to ask? Come back when he is free."

As if he knew Mu Yanzhi's idea, Nianhua quickly interrupted him by saying, "and if you can't do it personally, you can bring some apprentices to work. We'll make meals here."

Daji and Dali, the two yard guards and the coachman, quickly brought the materials back. Mu Yanzhi also went back to call for two disciples and started work without stopping. Qingsheng is reading the enlightenment book that Shen Jingli bought for Mu Xi. He is thinking about what to give the children in the afternoon. Shen Jingli is drawing a picture of children's fishing. He looks up and looks at Qingsheng. He looks out of the window and calls for Jin Yu to come in.

"What do you want, madam?" Jinyu is washing clothes. Hearing Shen Jingli's voice, she quickly wipes her hands and runs in.

"Tell the carpenters outside to prepare a board four feet long and three feet wide, and twenty half feet long and one foot wide." Shen Jingli road.

"What is this for?" Jin Yu did not understand.

"You don't have to worry about it. Remember, let them polish it more carefully and finish with white paint."

Jin Yu nods and goes out to spread the word, while Shen Jingli continues to draw his children's Fishing Map. After hearing Jin Yu's message, Mu Yan's three masters and disciples did not know what to do. However, it was the master's arrangement and they could only do it conscientiously.

"Sister in law, what do you want uncle Yan to do with so many boards?" After reading the enlightenment book for an hour, I felt dizzy, so I put down the book and looked out of the window to rest my tired eyes.

"Make a board for you to write." After a picture of children's fishing was finished, Shen Jingli picked it up, looked at it, nodded with satisfaction, spread it on the book case, pressed it with Paperweight, and put it away after it was dried.

"Let me write?" The purpose of birthday celebration is still not well understood Shen Jingli thought for a while, but it was not easy to explain, so he waved his hand, "when you use it, you will know what's going on."Thinking about birthday celebration, I don't want to ask questions. After turning around in the room, I really have nothing to do. I take out half of my sewing work and continue to toss about. By the time of story telling in the afternoon, there were only a few children scattered around the house, more than half less than before.

Muqi saw Mu Xi, he pulled him to complain, "Mu Xi, you don't know how hateful my mother is. He said that he knew that you Eminem was a restless person. Your father didn't pass the exam. Now he wants to cheat the village eight money and let me not listen to the story again."

Murky said angrily. He didn't notice that Mu Xi's face suddenly turned white and his breath was a little urgent. He shook off murky's hand and stepped back a step. "Then how did you come back?"

He didn't like to be called Eminem. He was a good man and helped the villagers very much. Why did some people in the village say that he was a broom star behind his back and that he had made his father fail to pass the exam, so that the children would not come to his house to play.

"I know you Eminem is not such a person, my mother is bewildered, believe other people's nonsense." Muqi shook his head. He didn't like his mother's temperament. He was stingy and mean, as if everyone owed her money. "I want to read with you Eminem, want to read books, listen to stories, and don't want to be a little couple who doesn't know anything."

Muqi reached out to hold Mu Xi's hand again. He didn't feel that Mu Xi was good for him. "Mu Xi, don't blame my mother. Although she is a little stingy, she is not bad at heart."

Mu Xi nodded and sat down beside him. "Are you running here secretly?"

"What's the sneak? In the middle of the day, the sun is so sunny, and there is no farm work to do. Can't I come out to play for a while Munch laughed. "I told my dad that as long as I finished my usual work, I could do whatever I wanted to do the rest of the time."

"Your mother will not scold you." Mu Xi was a little curious.

"Scold me for my ability." Muxi laughed. Muqi's mother, who didn't know, was fierce and stingy. Many people in the village talked about her, but she was afraid of his father, because he was a big man and an old soldier in the battlefield. It was said that Muqi's mother was just a woman. How dare you offend him.

Muqi saw Mu Xi smile, he also followed with a smile, "my mother that person, a bit bully soft afraid of hard."

Because only six children came, they didn't have to occupy a lot of space, so they went to the West Wing room in the backyard to listen to the class on their birthday.

"Today, we will tell the story of Cowherd and Weaver Girl..." Qingsheng sat on the cushioned and cushioned chair and told the story vividly.

He learned singing music before his birthday. When telling stories to children, he not only changed the tone of his voice naturally, but also sang a passage occasionally, which made it more interesting. Even Shen Jingli heard it very interesting. After telling the story, one of them was asked to repeat the story before he began to teach them to read.

"Because there are fewer people coming today, I will send each one a picture book of literacy." After practicing calligraphy with Shen Jingli these days, I learned that Shen Jingli had made a literacy atlas for xun'er and Huaixin, so he copied several copies.

Hearing of the atlas, several children were very happy, the blade obituary holding the atlas sent to the hands, excited eyes flashing.

"There are some simple words in this atlas. There are no pictures for the numbers. Only some animals and plants are provided with pictures." Qingsheng said with a smile, "let's turn to the first page and learn a word first."

The children are very careful when they open the book. Because there was no money to buy Pen, ink, paper and inkstone, they were given a basin of sand to each of the six children. They were asked to take stones and write on the sand. They were afraid that they would not be able to absorb them. They were only taught one, three and three in the birthday celebration. After that, they were asked to write several times before they were allowed to leave school.

Murky baby holding his album, trotting out with Mu Xi, "Mu Xi, you am really a good man, not only teach us to read, but also send us atlas."

"I am a good man." Mu Xi snorted arrogantly, and then took Muqi's hand and discussed to go to pick up some pig grass and feed the big meat pigs at home.

Out of the door, they met some Shuanger who didn't come to listen to the story today, "murky, what did you learn today?" One of them asked.

"We've learned a lot." Murky raised his head with pride, took out his precious picture album and shook it in front of their eyes. "This is the literacy atlas that my aunt gave me. Look good."

Looking at each other's envious appearance, Muqi was very proud and took Muxi to go, "Muxi, let's go and fight pig grass."

Several little twins enviously looked at the atlas he held in his arms, and also wanted to have a copy.

"No, I want to learn literacy from my aunt Qingsheng. I'm going to tell my mother now."

One of them stomped, turned and ran home.

"I'm going to learn, too. I'm going to persuade me, am." Other people saw that they ran away, and they also ran home. They also wanted the literacy atlas.

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