Thirty-six two meters long, and the same length from beginning to end, the next year's old Nanzhu, which is thick and thin, is lined up in a row at the entrance of the Huozhengmen Hall, and the spacious area in the yard of the second entrance of the 20th male apprentice, each with a finger length and a single side blade, and a crescent-shaped hook knife with a large serrated rice grain on the blade. One person held an old Nanzhu and scraped the smooth layer of bamboo skin on the old Nanzhu. Sometimes, when there was a mistake in the depth of the knife, the crescent-shaped hook knife with a serrated one could immediately scratch the harsh scream on the old Nanzhu.

Ordinary people hold bird nets to catch birds, just like poking a few bamboo poles of three fingers on the top of the mountain, and hanging them on the bird nets is easy to do. Whether there is a harvest or not depends on whether God will give you a favor.

When it comes to this serious player who likes to play with birds, there are a few details about the bamboo poles with bird nets in their hands, including length, thickness, and material. After a year of bird-catching season, the used bamboo poles must be carefully oiled and stored, so that they can be used in the coming year.

In the Fire Head Gate, the bamboo poles used to catch birds and nets were all golden nanmu bamboos. On the outer skin, a crescent hook knife was used to slowly cut out the smooth bamboo skin with a shallow depth of rice grains. The emphasis is on the point of being from beginning to end. Each dent must be of average depth and must be continuous, and there must be no missteps.

I had to wait to tidy up the bamboo skin, and then I hung the iron wire with a red lead pendant to burn the bamboo joints in the bamboo tube, and the holes the size of walnuts were found. Each hole had to be generally neatly located. After that, I picked up the bamboo pole and looked at the other end. There must be a round hole in a row, which was a little bit like a fall!

After finishing these two techniques, I cooked eight-point hot and scooped the vegetable oil with a scoop of melon. I stood on a high place and poured it on the nanmu bamboo with spoonfuls. After a while, I kept burning the nanmu bamboo with hot oil for half an hour. Only then could I drop the nanmu bamboos placed vertically and do it again according to the procedures just now.

The nanmu bamboo was burned with hot oil. The coarse rice grains of iron wire prepared beside it was already simmering dark red on the large stove with a green brick plate. While the heat of the two objects had not faded, carefully baked the iron wire one by one according to the grooves carved on the nanmu bamboo. Then, quickly wrapped the cooked taro mud and slapped it on the ground and dried it in the shallow pit dug on the ground.

After three days, I gently tapped the ripe taro mud wrapped in the nan bamboo with the back of the knife. The nan bamboos were all made of gold and ink. When I hit it, there was a faint sound of gold and stone. They were not wet after water, and they were immortal for years. They were weighed thousands of pounds without breaking them. They could know autumn by the power of a leaf. They could be regarded as a family heirloom that could be preserved in future generations!

In the second entrance to Huozhengmen, seven or eight female apprentices in Huozhengmen were not idle either. In front of each person, there was a spinning wheel smaller than an ordinary spinning wheel. Under Nalan's leadership, he held the ponytail and cashmere that had been collected from outside for a large price, and turned the spinning wheel with the other hand, and quickly spun out the black, white, and three and five silk threads.

Seeing that there were already many round spools piled up on the table next to him, Nalan stopped his work and put the round spools in large dustpans. He quickly walked to the door of the house where the door god Xie lived, and shouted softly to the room through the curtain: "Uncle Xie. Can I spin a lot of silk thread here? Should I put it at the door for you?"

As if he had been waiting for Nalan to bring the silk thread. As soon as Nalan, who was standing at the door, finished speaking, Xiemen Shen had already opened the door, lifted the curtain and said to Nalan: "Nalan, put the silk thread in the house and give me another blow."

He looked at Xiemen Shen in surprise, and Nalan wriggled his lips and wanted to say something. But after a moment of hesitation, he still followed Xiemen Shen's instructions and walked into the house where Xiemen Shen lived with those silk threads.

Since Xie's wife was killed and died on the night of the Lantern Festival, several children at Xie's family had no mother to take care of each other. Even if Xie's wife did her best to take care of her, she still had some dirty clothes, cold meals and ice drinks. The room she lived in seemed a little messy.

Carefully put the large dustpan in his hand on the Eight Immortals table in the middle of the house. Nalan turned her head and looked at the messy kang and placed dozens of new jujube wood shuttles along the edge of the kang. She lowered her eyes and turned around and said softly to the god of Xie: "Uncle Xie, you and I have heard from my father that the craftsmanship of picking up hunting houses in the Huozhengmen is to pass on the son but not the daughter, and not the inside but not the outside. Is it not the rule that you asked me to help you? Why don't I call you a few children?"

Sighing heavily, Xie Gate Shen pinched a newly made jujube shuttle in his hand and said to Nalan in a low voice: "Girl, the craftsmanship in the Huozhengmen was placed in the prosperous era. There were many people in the door and their business was prosperous. I was afraid that the scene of a church apprentice and starving the master to death after the craftsmanship was messed up. I really had to follow some rules and do things. But now, who knows in this world?"

He raised his hand and pointed to the jujube shuttles on the edge of the kang. Xiemen Shen said with red eyes: "In the past, your aunt is not a member of the Huozhengmen, but I have practiced those skills so I can see that I can still take a few points. But I am thinking about this kind of fire in private. If I use those rules to restrain and control some of the crafts in the Huozhengmen, I may not be able to catch a natural disaster again, and those unique skills will be passed down! If I ask you to fight for me today, you can't even talk to your father. Just look at it and remember it in my heart!"

He was already taciturn in his temperament. After saying such a long line of words in one breath, a blush appeared on the face of the people. He reached out and pulled a chair and sat next to the edge of the kang. While Xie Jun Shen reached out to pick up several jujube wood shuttles that had been worn with three flowers and five silk threads, he shouted to Nalan: "Don't be standing there, take five shuttles, three left and two on the left and two on the right, and hold them in Yin and Yang hands!"

Listening to the decisive words of the Gate God Xie, Nalan didn't dare to say anything more. She just silently grabbed five jujube shuttles with silk threads as Xie Gate God ordered, and followed the gesture of the Yin-Yang hand, and followed the gesture of the Yin-Yang hand, and then moved his posture as Xie Gate God Xie's hand.

Slowly crossed the jujube wood shuttles between the fingers of both hands into a grid. Xie Junshen, who was not good at speaking, seemed to have become a different person at this moment. While slowing down his movements as much as possible, Nalan saw it clearly, and murmured to himself, he said in a deep voice: "Ordinary people weave bird nets, but I have never had the frame wooden support. However, the weaving bird nets in the fire gate are about coming out of thin air, leaving casually, one right and one strange, and getting together."

Seeing that Xie Door God's thick fingers trembled up and down like a musician on the stage, circling and moving the jujube shuttles between his fingers and palms, Nalan widened his eyes and looked at Xie Door God's every move. After a bowl of tea, he just started to pick up the jujube shuttle in his hand like a gourd.

Just as he had just fiddled with the jujube shuttle in his hand, Nalan's left hand had no control and could not hold it firmly. It fell to the ground with a snap, and the silk threads that had been so tired that they had been woven together became lumps of thread.

As if he hadn't seen Nalan's embarrassing appearance at all, Xie Gate God just slowly coiled around the jujube shuttle in his hand, but he still muttered like he was talking to himself: "The breeze in his eyes blew the willows, but the hand was like a wild bee passing through flowers. There were countless sands of Ganges in his heart, and thousands of strands of guarding the Yuan and returning to the same!"

He was muttering the words like a song, but the movements of the weaving bird net in the hand of the Gate God from slow to fast, and then from fast to slow changed several cycles. Within a few changes, the five jujube wood shuttles in the hands of the Gate God had already dropped a bird net as big as a slap, tremblingly accompanied by the movements of the Gate God.

Frowning slightly, Nalan simply stopped the movements in her hand and put the jujube shuttle in her hand back on the edge of the kang. She stared at the movements in her hand for a while, and her hands also learned the movements on the fingers of the door god Xie and gestured slightly. After nearly two bowls of hot tea, Nalan grabbed a few jujube shuttles on the edge of the kang again, and quickly learned the movements of the door god Xie and weaved the bird net.

Looking up at Nalan's obviously faster movement, Xie Gate God nodded with some relief, and muttered in a deep voice again: "The left and right latitudes are clearly distinguished, the upper and lower latitudes are light and the lower latitudes are linked together. Each of the forward and reverse directions has seven points, and the cycle of reincarnation is like heaven and earth!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the jujube shuttle in Nalan's hand fell to the ground again. The slap that was finally woven into a big bird net, and even became a mess of thread balls. He sighed a little deflatedly. Nalan had to put down the jujube shuttle in his hand again, picked up the silk threads that were entangled, carefully used his fingernails to fiddle with the thread balls, and straightened out the threads again.

Still, he didn't see Nalan making a mistake. Xie Junshen just weaved the bird net in his hand, but his movements slowed down again

After finally untiing a piece of silk thread entangled in his hand, Nalan just looked up and saw a bird net that had woven as big as a basket, shaking gently like a wave of water blowing by the breeze. Perhaps it was a blessing to the heart, or perhaps it was a sudden enlightenment. Nalan suddenly grabbed a chair and sat down steadily, then grabbed a few jujube shuttles on the edge of the kang, shook his shoulders slightly with his waist, and gently swung his body back and forth to weave a bird net. In just a moment, Nalan's hands also woven a bird net the size of a palm. And the newly made bird net was actually like a bird net woven by the door god Xie, rippling like a wave of water.

Grinning silently, Xie Door God buried his head at the five jujube wood shuttles in his hand, and silently accelerated the movements in his hand (to be continued...)
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