As a small Jiangnan in the Great Central Plains, Xinshi is indeed beautiful. It not only has bamboo, but also tea fields, rice fields, mountains and water, and rich products make people linger. It not only has the rough side of the north, but also needs the fine atmosphere of life in the south. For example, this bamboo weaving process, once you enter the door, it makes people linger.

The father and daughter struggled for an afternoon and prepared two fish baskets of different shapes and characteristics. However, this craft is definitely a kind of destruction for Zhuo Lin's hands with fine skin and tender flesh. If you are not careful, you will be stabbed into the flesh by bamboo thorns. Therefore, most of the craftsmen we see are men and women rarely do this kind of work.

My father looked at the bamboo basket weaving under her guidance and smiled.

"I can't guarantee whether I can catch the fish, but we can put it down and try it. If this can catch the fish, I'll give you a stew of fish soup."

The bamboo basket woven by Zhuo Lin and his father is a small diameter on the top and a big belly underneath; the other is a big horn on the top and a gyro on the bottom. This is suitable for placing it in a place where the water flows by the river is relatively fast. The disadvantage is that it has a large target and is easy to be taken away by people, so it is best to put it at night and get it back before dawn.

The father and daughter were very excited when they spent an afternoon making the fish basket, so that that night, Zhuo Dajun led his two sons to the riverside, found a relatively safe place to put the fish basket down, and used the surrounding grass as a cover.

That night, Zhuo Lin was so nervous that she couldn't sleep because she hadn't eaten meat for a long time. In fact, after she came through, she didn't even see the smell of meat. The vegetables on weekdays were pitiful. She didn't like fish before, but now she was looking forward to eating fish.

Yesterday, my father went out so dark that it was so dark that no one in the village saw it. If he hadn't been familiar with the situation by the river, he would not have dared to go through it in such a dark place. Zhuo Lin was thinking about it all night long and wanted to go to the riverside with his father to witness the miracle, but unfortunately, he missed it as soon as he got sleepy.

When she woke up, it was dawn. She screamed and jumped out of the bed, ran out barefoot.

At first glance, I saw the wet big bamboo basket and small bamboo basket in the yard. My father was cutting bamboo with knives next to me. When he saw Zhuo Lin, he smiled.

"Linlin, come and see it quickly, I really caught the fish."

Zhuo Lin was about to get off, but he heard the grandmother in the kitchen say, "Why did you come out barefoot? Your father is covered in bamboo chips. Be careful to prick your feet and put on your shoes, so the fish won't run away."

"Where are my brothers and the others? Have you left?"

"It's not that I'm leaving. I'm going to school. Before dawn, I went to the river with your father, caught the fish, and left quickly after dinner."

Zhuo Lin went back to the house and kicked the cloth shoes made by Ah Mom, and then ran to the bamboo basin in the yard to see. After seeing this, she was shocked herself.

"So many?" Big fish, small fish, shrimps, crabs, and there are actually two turtles. My God, this is the rhythm of getting rich!
Chapter completed!