Chen Jiangshi, Xing'er, Wang Wu and Wang Qi and three soldiers, the middle-aged man set up a table in the kitchen to have dinner together.

Chen Xu had dinner with Jiang Beiting and Jiang Chuyue in the living room.

"Don't blame Mr. Jiang. It's already autumn, and there are no fresh vegetables. I've made a few of them casually. Please take a seat, don't be polite!"

Chen Xu invited Jiang Beiting and Jiang Chuyue to sit down, opened a bottle of wine, poured a glass of Jiang Beiting and himself, and then looked at Jiang Chuyue's eager look and poured her a glass of vinegar.

"Crack~" Jiang Chuyue almost cut off the chopsticks in her hand, but she didn't dare to be angry openly, just gritting her teeth and taking the cup.

"Nephew, what is this white and tender dish?" Jiang Beiting sat down and pointed at a bowl of tofu in surprise.

"Hehe, this is called tofu. Adults can taste it and see how it tastes?" Chen Xu sat down with a smile.

Jiang Beitingyan followed the plan and picked up a piece with chopsticks, then watched the tofu break into two pieces, so he picked up another piece and repeated the same ending. He immediately smiled with a slightly awkward smile and said, "It seems so delicate, it really tastes delicious!"

"This tofu is made of the juice of grated beans. Adults must use light force, otherwise it will break!" Chen Xu then remembered that ancient people had never eaten this tofu.

"I'll try again!" Jiang Beiting tried a few more times and finally got a piece of tofu. After putting it in his mouth, he was full of surprise and admiration. "It's tender and smooth, and it tastes extremely delicious. I didn't expect that the beans were hard and rough, and they could make such delicious and tender dishes. It's really incredible!"

Jiang Chuyue also clamped her several times and finally got her mouth. Naturally, her little face was full of surprise, and then she kept starting to eat tofu.

"Sir, this is a stew of bean skin. This bean skin is also made of bean skin, but the taste is much more powerful, so you can try it too!" Chen Xu began to introduce the next dish.

"Well, it's really powerful, and it also has a strong fragrance of beans, which is very delicious!" Jiang Beiting praised it again after tasting it.

"This is the tiger meat after being marinated and smoked. The last time I braised it with spices, it is a good thing to accompany wine!" Chen Xu pointed to a plate of dried shredded pork to introduce.

"Okay!" Jiang Beitingyan followed the plan, picked up a few pieces of pork shredded meat and put them in his mouth, and chewed it again and again.

"This is cold winter bamboo shoots."

"This is dried mushroom tofu soup!"

Chen Xu introduced all seven or eight dishes next to each other, and Jiang Beiting also tasted them one by one. Jiang Chuyue followed behind and ate them hard, but every time he ate a dish, his eyes became strange when he looked at Chen Xu.

"Confucius once said: I never tire of fine food, and I never tire of fine meat. Apart from tofu and bean curd, I have never eaten a lot of mushrooms, winter bamboo shoots and yams. These nephews made these ingredients have a different flavor and can be called a master of chefs. Although making meals is not done by gentlemen, if I can eat such delicious food every day, I, the county magistrate, can not make it!"

Jiang Beiting's unrestrained praise made Chen Xu feel very accomplished.

Although he has only been through a few months, the experience of eating soybeans and cooking wild vegetables every day and not willing to add salt to cook fish has completely gone. If there are no delicious food in life, how miserable it will be in your life. What is the difference between it and salted fish?

"By the way, how come there is a wound on your neck, nephew?" Jiang Beiting suddenly saw a red scar on Chen Xu's neck and asked in confusion.

"This..." Chen Xu couldn't help but touch his neck, and then said with a smirk: "Xu was cutting vegetables that day, and suddenly he felt his neck itchy, so he couldn't help but touch it with his hands!"

"How could there be such a big wound if you touch it?" Jiang Beiting became even more confused.

"Hehe, that... I just said that I was cutting vegetables and forgot that I still had a knife in my hand!" Chen Xu smiled dryly.

"Puff~" Jiang Chuyue, who was drinking fruit vinegar, squirted everywhere with a mouthful of sour vinegar, and then she couldn't help it and made a barbell-like laugh.

"Yue'er, what kind of morality is!" Jiang Beiting slapped his face a few times, but didn't know what to say, so he had to start scolding his unruly daughter to change the topic.

We ate and chatted. After half an hour of a meal, the three of us actually ate all the soup on the table and drank three bottles of wine. Therefore, when we left, Jiangbeiting was drunk and his steps were a little sluggish.

"My dear nephew, if it doesn't rain or snow during the Cold Clothes Festival, please go to Zhi County to meet one day in advance. Then we will go to Wancheng to visit the county magistrate. By the way, this rice cake is crispy and delicious. Don't forget to bring some with you. It may be a bit rude to go there without hands..."

Sitting on the horse, Jiang Beiting reluctantly reminded Chen Xu for a long time, then rode his horse away from Xiaohe Village, and took away a large bag of rice cakes and two tubes of fruit candy.

"Last time...that's the last time...forget it..." Jiang Chuyue glanced at Chen Xu for the last time, said in a low voice with a blushing face for the first time, and then ran away with a sound.

"Last time? I'll forget what happened last time?" Chen Xu wiped his chin and suddenly remembered the embarrassing scene of being splashed naked last time. He couldn't help but curl his lips. That time, he was obviously seeing all of him, but he was at a loss.

Watching Jiang Beiting and others walk away, Chen Xu turned around and started to clean up the stall after making rice candy.

Wang Wu and Wang Qi continued to stir-fry chestnuts, put the fried rice candy into a clay pot and sealed it. Chen Jiangshi used a basket to send some of the prepared rice candies to the village and go door to door.

Chen Xu took out a basket of jujubes and poured them into the pot and cooked them, preparing to make some jujube cakes.

After a busy day, after dinner, Chen Xu took out the wool and a few peeled bamboo needles and began to recall the process of knitting the wool.

To be honest, knitting yarn is not complicated. In the past, women, whether they were rural or urban, would hand-knit sweaters, sweaters, scarves, etc., because the sweaters and sweaters that Chen Xu wore when he was a child were knitted by his mother.

Moreover, in junior high school, there was a girl who saw that his hands were frostbite and frostbite. She was kind enough to knit a pair of gloves for him. He treasured them for many years. Finally, she was taken to make a nest by the Chinese pastoral dog at home, and a litter of cubs was laid on it. From then on, that warm memory completely disappeared.

Chen Xu has seen many women pick up a ball of wool and a few bamboo needles when they are idle. They hook their fingers, but they seem careless but they are so quick that they can't see clearly. They are simply shadowless hands. They knitted a long piece in half a day. Women who move fast can knit a sweater in three or five days, and they are varied in styles. However, although Chen Xu has seen many of them, he has never done it. After slowly recalling these days, he almost remembered some of the simplest techniques. At least the simplest movements of winding and up and down needles can still be remembered. As for the advanced skills of knitting patterns, it is estimated that they can only be said after they can understand and understand them slowly. Women are delicate and patient. As for the women's minds, they are always able to study them slowly.

You should know that sweater knitting was not popular for many years in later generations, because the history of wool was very short. It was introduced to China in the late Qing Dynasty, and then slowly spread in the concession. Finally, it completely emerged and became a trend, and sweater knitting almost became a fashion.

In ancient times, women would be ridiculed if they could not knitted cloth and embroidery. Women in the Republic of China would be looked down upon if they could not knitted sweaters. Chinese women were particularly skillful and developed the simple thing of knitting sweaters into a thorough culture. They gradually replaced embroidery and became a fashion, and then knitted countless complex patterns. Each woman would knit a few beautiful and warm sweaters for her family and her junior and senior school students would also knit a beautiful scarf for the boys they like to express their concern and admiration.

Chen Xu sat on the kang and took out a roll of fine wool. While recalling the actions of his mother and female classmates when they were wooling, he turned the thread into an 8-shaped shape and wrapped it on a bamboo needle. After walking about three inches long, he picked up another bamboo needle and started to cut it through the last hole. After thinking for a long time, he clumsily wrapped the wool onto the bamboo needle with his little finger, and then pulled the bamboo needle backwards and then penetrated it into the next hole.

Although the movement was simple and seemed to be correct, it was just this simple movement that made Chen Xu's forehead sweat come out after three or five needles.

Damn it, the fine work of knitting yarn is not suitable for men with thick hands and thick feet. It is too much of a test of patience and endurance. Therefore, he started to get dizzy after only half of the three-inch-long starting thread, and several times he poked the bamboo needles on his hands.

When Chen Xu knitting the wool, Chen Jiangshi and Xing'er sat quietly beside him and watched. The two pairs of eyes, one big and one small, almost blinked. They felt both novel and puzzled, and they didn't understand the meaning of tugging the wool together like this.

"Hu~" Nearly twenty minutes passed, the three-inch-long piece of wool was finally knitted for the first time. Chen Xu used the first needle he had left, and then knitted the second layer. This time it took only about ten minutes to knit. At this time, the prototype of a simple wool made of wool can be seen.

"Mom, come and try it, it's very simple!" Chen Xu wiped the sweat from his forehead and handed the two needles in his hand to Chen Jiangshi.

Chen Jiang was extremely nervous after taking it.

When Chen Xu brought two baskets of wool from the town, she asked about the use. Chen Xu said it was used to knit clothes. Because of repairing the house and kangs, Wang Qingxiu and a large group of people suddenly arrived. After more than a month, she almost forgot about this matter. Unexpectedly, her son cut two bamboo needles after dinner to teach her to make a sweater.

Now that her son has demonstrated both sides, she can see clearly that as a woman who can weave cloth by herself, she instantly understood this simple principle. This is just a way to weave cloth. Two bamboo needles are actually equivalent to warp and weft, but there is only one thread. Use two bamboo needles to tie the warp and weft together, and after repeated interweaving layer by layer, it will become a piece of fabric.

Chen Jiang followed Chen Xu's appearance, hooked up the wool with his little finger of his right hand, and started to put the needles in, and then slowly knitted it under Chen Xu's guidance. After two minutes, she could skillfully cut the needles and pick the thread without Chen Xu's guidance. Five minutes later, she was already very skilled. Twenty minutes later, Chen Xu sat next to her bored and began to peel chestnuts, because Chen Jiang's technique was very fast. Although he would occasionally hesitate, he basically had a few points of the posture of later generations knitting sweaters. He gradually began to be able to knit sweaters. Twenty minutes later, Chen Jiang had already knitted the fifth layer.

"Mom, it's almost done. This is an experiment. You can take it apart and knit a wider towel!" Chen Xu looked at Chen Jiangshi and looked completely immersed in it. If he continued to knit, he would finally be a three-inch wide fur belt.

"Xu'er, can this yarn be used after removing it?" Chen Jiangshiyan stopped obediently, wiped the slight sweat from her forehead with her sleeve.

"The wool can be used repeatedly!" Chen Xu nodded repeatedly, remembering the sweater his mother knitted for herself when she was a child. Once it was small, it would be removed into threads, and added some new wool to make a large one. The next year, it would be removed and added threads to re-knit. Therefore, when it was small, it was removed and re-knitted. Therefore, when it was junior high school, Chen Xu's sweater was particularly fancy, one yellow, one red and one white, like a rainbow man.

He pulled out two bamboo needles, grabbed the thread tip with his hands and gently pulled it. A piece of knitted woolen cloth disappeared instantly, leaving only a pile of curved wool. Under Chen Xu's guidance, Chen Jiang raised a foot wide head on the sweater needle, and then focused on being addicted to it. Chen Xu felt bored, so he and Xing'er twisted the threads on the spindle into balls of thread.

The next night.

After dinner, the people knitted sweaters in the room became two people. The scarfs woven by Chen Jiang had become more than one foot long. Xing'er also made two shorter bamboo needles and began to knit a small scarf as Chen Jiang looked like. Her little face looked focused and serious.
Chapter completed!